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scared
/skerd/
1. fearful; frightened
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i woke up the next morning, Saturday, i rolled onto my side. maybe i should go out?
i got up and went downstairs, my mother had already left and it was pouring outside.
maybe i can skip out on going somewhere today, i made some breakfast and sat on the couch.
i turned on the tv and began flipping through channels,
someone started knocking at the door, i ignored it hoping whoever it was would go away.
i bit my toast and then the person knocked again, then ran the doorbell.
"Charlotte?" who was that? it was a female voice, i stood up cautiously and walked to the door.
i unlocked the door and saw Mrs Partridge and Millie standing there,
"oh, hey, what are you doing here?" i ask.
"your mum called us and said that she'd be gone for the day and asked if we could bring some food by for you," Mrs Partridge says.
"oh, yeah, come in," i say.
they walk inside and i close the door,
my mom probably still didn't trust me with the stove and oven, i didn't trust me either.
"i made this casserole last night, i'll set it down here." Mrs Partridge says putting the casserole on the counter.
"yeah, thank you, you really didn't have to." i say.
"don't worry about it! you and your mom are like family," she says.
"and family takes care of each other," Millie says.
"thank you, again, it means a lot." i say.
"how's your hand feeling?" Mrs Partridge asks.
"oh, yeah it feels a bit better." i say.
"what happened?" Millie asks.
"i broke a glass while washing dishes," i say.
"oooh," she says. "hope it feels better,"
"thanks," i say.
there's a knock at the door, i walk over to it and open it.
"what do you want Louis?" i ask.
"you left your book at my house yesterday," he says.
"thanks," i say taking it. "except this isn't my book," i say handing it back to him.
"well then who's is it?" he asks.
"maybe you brought a book to my house as an excuse to see me," i say.
"and why would i want to see you?" he asks.
"because you-" i start to say.
"oh, Louis, what are you doing here?" Millie asks.
"he was just dropping off a book, that i left at your house." i say grabbing the book from his hands again.
"oh, well, we should get going, i have an eye appointment in an hour." Mrs Partridge says. "Millie come," she says.
"bye, thank you again, for the food," i say.
i watch them walk down the steps and down the sidewalk, they only live three blocks away.
"you can go now," i say to Louis, and try to close the door.
"not so fast," he says putting his hand on the door pushing it open. "your hand, what really happened?"
"ugh why do you care? it's none of your business," i say.
"because, last night your mum called me and thanked me for helping you with your hand." he starts. "she said that you must've scraped your hand really hard on the pavement in front of my house,"
i tried to speak, i had been caught, "ok, so, those glasses, were, expensive." i lie.
"Charlotte tell me the truth," he says.
"i don't have to tell you anything," i say.
"fine, you know, you've always been stubborn." he says.
i scoff, "i'm stubborn? remember when we went camping two years ago and you cried because Issie pushed you in the lake?" i say.
"that was two years ago!" he says. "this is now!"
"you know what, get the hell off my property," i say.
"you have always been a stubborn, spoiled, little," he tries to find his words. "bitch, you've always been a bitch to me." he says. "i don't get what i ever did to you!"
"you don't get- you don't-" i scoff, i stand up straight and cross my arms. "in third year you poured paint on me, in fifth you 'accidentally' pushed me off my bike. in sixth you took my diary and showed it to half of the class! and then, the worst thing you ever did to me, was tell your friends that i was the biggest bitch in the school, and that was the reason i never dated, because no one liked me." i explain practically shouting at him.
"and that, is why i hate you," i say and the slam the door in his face, leaving him speechless.
