Scott Blue POV
Marcela and Royal have no idea what exactly happened, all they know is that Henry was in the office, and it wasn't untill dinner when it became questionable.
That side of the family came to our house for corn and salad. The rain was drizzling, so we stayed stuck inside the house at the dining room table.
When sitting at the dinner table with three other kids, and three adults and everyone stopped talking, and the rain hit the windows, you start to get the weirdest feeling that something is just not going to end well.
Lesley goes back into the kitchen to work on the corn dinner, and Royal joins her just to keep talking, so Marcela has to sit and watch us.
We stayed very quiet as I watch Marcela's eyes glance under the table to the left. She then meets Henry's eyes and says, "Henry, is that blood on your socks?"
I called it! Blues figure out everything! Henry anxiously taps his fingers on the table, and tried to do a straight face as he says, "No. It's actually paint."
"Paint? Henry, please try to be more careful with paint!"
Henry had her convinced, but before he says something stupid, I figured that it would be more convincing if I had some sort of evidence. "That's what the kids do these days. They love to throw paint at other kids. Especially on white clothing."
Marcela cringes. "That's horrible. You kids need to figure out how to be productive." She smiles before getting up at leaving.
Allie was so quiet that we forgot she was there. "You guys are all idiots." She scoffed.
"It's not my fault that I had white socks on-" Henry starts to argue.
"What is this lying thing you do? It's so obvious that you got into a fight. That's why you had to sit in Principal Rain Storm's lame ass office for thirty minutes!" She yells in frustration.
"Hey! Our parents can't know why I was in Principal Raines office!" Henry panicked.
"Principal Raines?" Royal says quietly as he goes back into the room for his wine glass. "She's got creature features."
Roy tried desperately not to laugh since he just took a drink of whatever fizzy thing he has in his glass. Allie rolls her eyes. before leaving with her plate and silverware.
"Now we just have to trick Mr Malute into confessing that he's the villain he knows he is." Henry says darkly.
"God, I can't trust you three at the table together." Lesley sighs as she comes into the room for her glass of water. She then takes the time to adjust the clear table cloth.
"Lesley!" Marcela yells from the kitchen.
"What, Marcela?"
"You need butter for the corn! There's none in the fridge."
"Oh. Sh*t." Lesley swears.
I was already eating my corn on the cob, so I am pretty disappointed that I didn't get to use the freaking butter. "Scott, there's no butter in this house, how did not notice?" Henry asks.
"Can you, like, not judge me?" I tell him.
Lesley and Marcela look around the kitchen for a while, and it seems as through they are not making progress. I just sit. Sit and sigh.
"Wow. I think the rain is going away." Roy points out.
"Yeah. Principal Raines must be asleep now." Henry murmured.
Lesley re enters as us cousins continued to sit like lazy potatoes and stare like lazy potatoes, but Lesley wanted some action to happen, I can see it in her face. She slapped a five dollar bill on the table. "Scott, hustle to the grocery store and pick up a small package of butter. It should cost no more than five. Don't lose the change!"
"Now?"
"Well you're gonna have to! I didn't know that you used all the butter. Just take the bike and go."
Lesley really means business now, and I have nothing to lose. The bike is waiting in the garage and I go out into the word after a few peddles down the driveway.
The air is slightly damp from the rain, and the sun was making the pretty street sparkle.
I got to the grocery store, chain my bike up to keep it safe. "I'll be back, I promise!" I tell the bike as I walk backwards into the store, keeping an eye on it as long as I could.
The grocery store was crowded. Even Mr Malute is here! I felt the need to avoid him, even though he's just a simple person paying the cashier for a metal frying pan.
I creep into the cold isle, looking for the right butter that Lesley likes, and I go to pay.
The change was only a cent, which isn't good enough for anything. I would like to shop for candy or cookies from the bakery section, but there's no chance for that. The next thing I have to do is go out a retrieve my bike.
The bike rack was still there, the chains were still there, although seemingly smashed up. The bike was gone.
My bike is gone!? My bike! I couldn't believe it! It was there for six minutes! Six minutes! Now it's gone! I haven't even had it for a week yet!
I started sweating, running to look at all the cars parked. I went up and down the whole parking lot to see if anyone has my bike in their back seat.
Obviously I happen to have the only bike that was parked, so I can't just grab someone else's to ride home with, and I wasn't a bike theif anyways, so I definitely can't do that!
The rain came pouring down as I made my way home. This is so stupid! Who the hell actually goes as far as to break the bike chains to steal a bike? How could you actually do it without being caught? The passing cars will judge you! I walk home passing a few bikers along the way. Usually I ignore other bikers, but these people were making me feel very uneasy. I look at every bike that passed by, thinking that it was mine for a second.
I got so hungry after walking that distance since I only ate some of dinner. I stood in the rain, only getting more soaked thinking about how Lesley must be so worried about how long I was gone, and how is Henry going to react? He payed for the bike and now it's stolen!
Author's note: Stay Tuned!
