The California Adventure

Chapter 15: Meet Billie Morgan

"Hey Nate? What are you drawing over there?"

Winter was right around the corner and fall was here, and school was going smoothly for Nate, And it was in the middle of class time and Ms. Taylor looked up from her desk and saw Nate drawing a cartoon.

"Making a cartoon," Nate said.

"This has been the 2nd time this year that I caught you doing this," Ms. Taylor said sternly. "Maybe start a cartooning club or something so that way I will not have to give me detention or something, so can you please refrain from drawing anymore cartoons in my classroom please? I would very appreciate it.

"Okay," Nate replied.

And so Nate did set up a cartooning club and of course, he invited his friends to join and they accepted with no problem.

That was awhile back ago. And everything is still going pretty smoothly for Nate and his crew.

"Man, we're in 7th grade and the year is going by so fast," Rebecca.

"Agreed," DJ tagged along in the conversation everyone was having. It ranged from grades, teachers, friends, you name it.

"Halloween is right around the corner. Who's all excited?"

Everyone raised their hands. Except Nate of course.

"Not that I hate Halloween, but my Dad doesn't provide the best candy for trick-or-treaters," Nate explained quickly before all of his friends would turn against him.

"How so?" Rebecca asked.

"For starters, he hands out prunes and rice-cakes," Nate explained.

"Yuck! Who hands out prunes on Halloween?" DJ asked in disgust.

"If anyone can do it, my dad can."

Everyone laughed.

"Wonder how my dad is doing..." Nate wondered.

Martin had a long day at work to say the least, that's how he was doing.

Martin was given full time hours at work now and could NOT keep up with his children. He even assigned Ellen to make sure Nate was ready for school. He had no one else to turn to and had no idea what to do.

That is, as Martin was unpacking his stuff from work out of his car (along with a few items dropping to the ground), a female voice rang out to him.

"Need some help?"

Martin looked up and saw a woman with brown hair looking at him.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks!"

And within a few minutes...

"Phew! Thanks for the assist Miss..." Martin began.

"Morgan. Billie Morgan," the woman responded, shaking Martin's hand. "Anything else you need or is that all?"

"I have a question. Housekeeper by chance?"

"As a matter of fact, I am. Need someone to watch over your house?"

"Yes, ma'am."

And so at that very same night at the dinner table...

"Now kids, I want you two to be on best behavior when I'm at work everyday, got it?" Martin announced his plans to have a housekeeper.

"But what if...if it was that woman who nearly killed me just because..." Ellen started.

"Ellen, there's nothing to be afraid of," Martin replied back, rolling his eyes for the umpteenth time, based on how many times he tried to calm his sister down over the journal fiasco.