Infinity

Chapter 7: Mason

I waited at the corner for a few minutes, watching her as she walked down the street to whichever mansion she happened to live in. I'd been down here a lot, just to drive around, but I'd never known more than one person, and they lived a good mile away. I wasn't as suprised as i could've been when finding out this is her neighborhood, but moat girl from there were complete stuck up snobs, loud and obnoxious and complete and utter skanks. Eleanor was nothing like that, i could tell.

I drove off and turned around at the end of the block, watching the nicer neighborhoods receed and be replaced by worn down homes, toys on the side of the road, people smoking weed on their porches practically daring a policeman to say something about. I pulled up to my house, a two story house painted a puke green that no one seemed to have ever bothered painting. It wasn't the worst house on the block, but it also wasn't the best. It was home though.

I could see my little sister sitting on the porch, sitting on the splintered wood steps holding her pastel pink and yellow backpack tightly to her chest. She looked like she had been crying, and the fact that she was still on the porch and hadn't gone inside wasnt a very good sign.

I rushed out of the car and jogged over to her, kneeling on the step infront of her and tugging on one of her light brown pigtails gently, trying to get her to smile.

"Hey Emily, you okay? Why are you still on the porch?" I asked her worriedly. She looked down at her bag, hugging it tighter.

"T-Tommy and Vinny w-were picking on me again... They took my lunch and my key then h-hit me and put me in a l-locker... and then i came home and i knocked on the door and Mommy didn't let me in..."

She started crying again. I picked her up and put her in my lap, rocking her shaking body back and forth gently.

"It's gonna be okay Em... I'll take care of it."

I made a mental note to run by her school tomorrow morning and take care of this. Thomas and Vinchenzo, the boys she were referring to had been bullying her for a while. They were in the second grade, two years above her. Why they decided to pick on a kindergartener, instead of someone in their own grade, made no sense to me. Maybe because she was the only person who went to their private school that was practically broke. She only got in after a huge amount of pursuasion and financial aid. Personally, i think she would've been better off in some ratchet public school than be terrorized almost every day by some preppy little kids. I wish i could get her out of the school, but my mom decided that since we worked so hard in order to get her in, there was no point in her leaving.

I picked up Emily gently and hugged her gently as i walked to the door and unlocked it. Emily sniffled, wrapping her thin arms around my neck hugging me.

"I-I'm hungry... C-Can i have a peanut butter and jelly samwich?"

I nodded quickly and set her down on the couch, kneeling infront of her.

"Of course! Why don't you get started on your homework, and I'll bring your sandwich out before i go check on mom, okay?"

Emily nodded slowly, getting her sparkly blue folder out of her bag and pulling out a worksheet on patterns and got to work.

I walked into the kitchen, which had no evidence of anything being made that day minus two empty bowls in the sink from the cereal me and Emily had that morning. Not a good sign. I made a quick PB&J and cut it into triangles (her favorite) and brought it out to her on a plate. She smiled a watery smile at me, taking it from me and setting it on her lap.

"Thank yew" She said, scarfing down one of the pieces. I chuckled slightly and walked off, going upstairs to my mom's room. This should be fun.

Please, note the sarcasm.