Mistaken

Sammy (Chapter 9)

Chapter 9

Teresa

As my sister left the room I ran to the window and watched her and Mason get into her vehicle and leave. I watched them drive down the road until they were out of sight. Then I burst into action.

Running through the front room I momentarily stopped and looked at my father. He sat on the couch now and was doing a crossword puzzle. I tried to think past my sister’s command to not tell anyone, but there was nothing I could do. My mouth remained shut no matter how hard I tried to pry it open.

I need to tell my father what is going on! I yelled in my head. He was the only other person that could help me. No matter how old he was he would still be very useful in a fight.

I ran out the door without a word to Jason or my father. I couldn’t waste time trying to find a way past my sister’s command. Now was the time to act, and if I didn’t act soon They would have Mason.

The only car left in the driveway was the truck my brother-in-law drove, but I didn’t car. Jumping in the truck I reached for the key and was relieved to find it there. After the car was started I backed out of the driveway and raced after my nephew and sister.

Jason

My Grandma and Grandpa’s house was an old and grand house. It was three stories high with enough room to house five families. The railings on the spiral staircases were white and carved with neat designs. Mason and my bedroom took up two floors. It took up one tenths of the second and third floors. You could climb up a ladder on the first floor of our room and you would find yourself on the third floor. It’s where I spent most of my time in the summer.

After lunch was over I wandered the house for a while and found myself in my bedroom. I rummaged through an old chest full of some of my old things and found a homemade wooden sword that my grandpa had given me. He made it for me when I was just a little boy.

I decided that the sword was something I had to show my grandpa. It might cheer him up even more.

I found Grandpa Pete in the front room yet again, but this time he sat on the couch doing a word search.

“Hey Gramps, do you remember this?” I said plopping down beside him and showing him the sword.

“Yes. You used to love that thing.” He said. A toothless smile brightened his face while he brought his hand up to itch his silver beard. His speech was slightly slurred because he had recently taken his teeth out. He hardly wore them anymore.

 He stared at the toy sword for a moment and then looked up at me with a thoughtful look on his face.

“Have your parents told you much about our family history?”

“No.” I replied immediately. They hadn’t told me much at all. Actually, as I thought about it, I realized they hadn’t told me anything about our family history.

He frowned and then continued. “Well we come from many backgrounds. Our ancestors have been involved in many of the world’s greatest achievements. We have fought in wars, and advised the leaders of our country.”

I wanted to say yeah right, but I stopped myself. Grandpa Pete never lied. Suddenly I found myself wanting to know these important ancestors of mine. They had helped guide our world’s history and they seemed so much more important than I was.

“Sometime I shall tell you their stories, but now is not the right time. Your parents should decide when that is I suppose.”

If it were up to my parents that would be never.