Relocated resources.

5

I wake up and lazily rub my eyes with the back of my hands, not a thought about mum crosses my mind. I yawn and stretch my arms and legs, then swing my legs over the side of the bed, knocking over a stool. funny, I don't remember me ever putting that there. It was a dark wood colored stool with four stubby legs sticking out the bottom. The stool now lay on its side thanks to my clumsiness. There was a envelope on the floor, it was probably on top of the stool before my long legs had toppled it over. I pick up the paper to examine it. It has my name on the front in mummy's swirly twirly handwriting. I rip open the envelope and take out the insides: a plain piece of paper folded in half. I unfold it carefully, unsure what Lies inside.

A letter, A note. Addressed to me. I read it over and over and over. My mind has trouble processing the words that are so neatly written on the paper I have acquired.

Dear Marcy.   
I have gone exactly 1547.1 miles away, to receive a very very important letter.
I do not know who it is from.
I do not know why it can not be delivered to us.
I do not know why it is so urgent and important. I was told it had something to do with you Marcy. I will be gone for 3 days. I will be back, I know you will take care of  Tom. You will be alright.
I love you. See you soon.
Mummy Xoxo

Well, that solves the mystery of why mummy is away.
But my mind still spins with questions, new questions. Like why didn't mum actually say where she is? what town or city is she in? And what is the oh-so-important-that-we-can't-deliver-it-to-you-so-you-have-to-go-1574.1-miles-to-get-it letter? And why and I involved? It couldn't possibly be about me stealing, could it? No? Maybe?
All these questions start to give me a headache, I place the note on my bedside table and strut into the kitchen.

Tommy is sitting at the kitchen table with a plate, knife and fork, and a cup filled with orange Juice spread out in front of him like he was eating a imaginary breakfast, when I walked in he looked at me. Just, looked at me.
"How long have you been waiting for me to make you breakfast Tom?" I ask him has I pull out the white bread from the freezer. He holds up ten fingers. Then closes his hands, he does this three times. "Half a hour? Woah. Why didn't you make it yourself? It's not hard you know" I say as a loud 'ping' comes from the toaster. Tom shrug while I dig through the fridge for the butter and honey. Tom claps his hands in delight. As I scoop the butter out of the container I explain to him that I will be looking after him for a while, thankfully he doesn't want anymore information on the subject because he seems quite focused on the gooey, golden honey on my knife. Once I've spread the honey and carefully licked the knife, I place the toast on Toms plate and he immediately takes a big bite, getting honey all over his chin, underneath his nose, pretty much all around his mouth. I giggle a little and reach for a handy towel when my phone rings.

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"Yello?"
"Hey Marcy" Stella's voice was muffled and there was lots of voices in the background, I could tell that she could barely hear me over all the noise. Before I could say hello back she said
"Did you know that picking your nose 10 times in one day can give you chicken pox?" she sounds exited. I sigh, of course I knew this was absolutely in no way true. Stella will believe almost anything anyone tells her.
"Stella, who told you that?" I say
"Sorry what?" She asks rather loudly
"Who told you that?" I say I bit louder. And tom looks up from his toasty heaven and rolls his eyes, he knows how Stella can be; ears like a sieve. 
"What?! Who molds my fat?!" Stella shouts, sounding offended. I burst out laughing. "No no Stella! For pity's sake go somewhere quieter"
"Okay, okay hold on"
I can hear her saying things like 'excuse me' and 'sorry' and 'can I just squeeze past?' And suddenly there is nothing but quiet. "You still there?" Stella asks.
"Gosh Stella, where are you?" I reply.
"Mum's throwing this lame party to celebrate the fact that she is exactly 49 and a half."
"Wow that does sound bbbooorrriiinnggg"  I say and make a snoring sound.
"Yes quite, anywho, what's this about molding my fat?"
"NO Stella! I said 'who told you that?'" I laugh and I can hear her laughing too.
"Oh I get it, you mean about the nose picking, it was Barry from school"
I had no idea who this 'Barry' guy was. He sounds like a junk, like the type of guy who walks around school thinking the their really cool but their just humiliating themselves. Probably has a horrible mindset too. Stella shouldn't believe a word he says in my opinion.
"Stella, that sound completely dubious"
"Well I'm never picking my nose again." Stella says firmly, and we both burst out laughing.
"Gosh Stella it's not true!" I whine. "Moving on!" She announces "What are you up to these days anyway Marcy?"
I think about this, even my best friend doesn't know about me relocating resources. "Just hanging about home, nothing much" I lie. I do feel bad about fibbing to Stella but me stealing is just a Saxby secret. 
Not including dad, that is.