Naturally Random

Chapter 7- When The Useless Becomes Useful

Chapter 7- When The Useless Becomes Useful

I walked up to the front door and entered inside my house, closing the door behind me. I made my way to the table, where I was sure my mom and dad were probably having dinner because I was just so late.

"Hey, dad!" I chirped, and took my seat at the table.

"Hey, honey. How was school?" He asked, smiling.

I shrugged, scooping up some spaghetti and meatball into my plate, "Uh..." School, hm... eventful day dad. Did I mention I was left at the side of the road? "Good." I forced a smile.

"Did you make any friends, dear?" My mom asked, hopefully.

I shoved a fork full of food into my mouth, my answer coming out muffled, "Apart from school? Yup."

"I meant, in school. And don't talk with your mouth full," She chided.

I rolled my eyes at her and swallowed, "No, mom. No friends at school, yet."

She gasped, as if I told her that her handbag is of poor quality or something like that, "My goodness, why not?"

"Geez, mom chill. I'll make some friends soon," I shoved some more food in my mouth.

I heard my mom sigh as she grabbed her plate and my dad's, standing up and walking over to the sink to wash them off. Man, I was really late. They were already done with dinner.

"So, who is this friend of yours?" Dad asked, curiously.

"Just some guy," Before he could interrogate me some more, I decided to ask a question of my own, "Hey, dad? Can I get a bike?"

He raised an eyebrow, even mom glanced back to look at me curiously, "Why do you need a bike? You never complained about the bus before,"

Geez, even if I want a bike I'll have to answer questions.

"Well, I just want one. Can you buy me one? Please?"

Dad looked like he wanted to ask more, "Well... I suppose you could use your brother's old bike,"

I think I almost choked and died at that, he wasn't serious, "What? That old piece of rust?" I asked incredulously.

"Oh please, it's not that old..."

"It looks like it has been there since the middle ages, dad!" That bike had been broken and fixed so many times, and I was being handed over its bits and pieces.

"Do you want a bike or not?"

I pouted, then huffed, "Fine, but if I return home with just the handles, you can't blame me."

He rolled his eyes at me, "It's perfectly fine,"

I snorted, "As fine as trash can be,"

Dad shook his head, then changed the subject, "Anyways, about that friend of yours... is he... safe?"

"Of course, he's safe. I didn't say that I befriended some hobo, you know?" I rolled my eyes at him.

"Well, considering it's you, I can never be too sure," Dad joked, chuckling.

"Very funny, dad. I'm dying here," I said, sarcastically.

"Jessica, that's enough sarcasm for today," My mom chided, drying off the dishes.

"Please, sarcasm can never be enough for me."

My dad chuckled while my mom sighed, "Is your new friend one of those kids that have just moved in?" She took her seat back at the table.