Second Chance

Chapter 9- This Place is Crazier than Frenchlandia! I think... {Part 1/2}

Jem comes running towards me, screaming bloody murder. He was gliding soundlessly across the grass  towards me. I was in the courtyard at school finishing my homework. It was peaceful and quiet because no one really came back here. Wow, when did he get so fast?

"MAC, MAC COME QUICK," he yells, coming to a hard stop and grabbing my hand. He turned back around and started running for the gates tugging me along with him.

Jem reached the gates by the side of the school and started sprinting, still pulling me along, me at his heels. No literally he was wearing heels. What are those? Wtf, are those mine?? I should have never let him come shoe shopping with me and Zoe.

"What the hell is going on here?" I yell pulling his arm to get his attention. My voice was being carried by the wind.

He spins around, grabbing my shoulders "It's your mom, she is...not doing so well and you must go see her quick." Fear started spreading through me like a bullet at the thought of my mother being hurt. No I couldn't lose her... not after what had happened to my dad.

"Well, wtf are we waiting for? Let's go!" I command running past Jem towards my house. I got at least a 10 second head start. There was no way in hell that Jem could beat me in a race. We were finally about a block away from my house when I started feeling a little weird, each step I took started feeling heavier and heavier, barely being able to get my foot off the ground. It felt like thousand pound bags were hanging onto my legs, filling up with more sand each step that I took. It got so heavy that soon I wasn't even able to take my foot of the ground. The cement melted beneath my feet, sucking them in and harding, not letting me pull my feet out.

Jem reaches me and starts to notice my problem. "Don't worry I got it," he chimes reaching into his back pocket for something. I crane my neck to see what he getting and his hand comes out with a drill. He comes over to me and starts drilling the pavement next to my glued feet and carving out the area.

I'm not going to ask.

After what felt like hours of waiting he was finally able to drill my feet free and take out a good chunk of the sidewalk too. "Now that I'm thinking about it I could've just taken off my shoes. But thinking of it, I liked the style, so I just kept the shoes on."

We continue to run as we reach the entrance of my house. I look back at the lawn. It's surprisingly fertile; vibrant green colored grass, flowers littering the lawn, and bees buzzing around harmlessly. You could barely see the house at all. My house was the size of 3 LEGO Duplo blocks and was about 30 stories high. I guess mom decided to get an upgrade.

Then I see my nextdoor neighbor gawking at the sight of our "mansion". For some strange reason, she looked like a potato with blonde hair sticking up in all directions, resembling the eyes of a potato.

"Do you want some ketchup with that?" I yell, waving across the lawn towards her to greet her.

"Uh no thanks, I prefer mustard," she  stutters.

I open my front door and enter to find my mother sprawled across the floor. All of her hair was gone, her head was completely bald. She was holding a piece of what looks like Jake's hair in her hands. Jake is running around the house screaming, "MY HAIR, MY HAIR!"

I look back down at my mom and she startdd shaking vigorously on the ground spazzing everywhere, foam seeping from her mouth. "If I can't.... if I can't have my hair... you can't either!" She groans out taking a pair of scissors from under her, probably the ones she used to cut Jake's hair, and threw it across the room, skimming the right side of my body, and stabbing Jem in the arm.

"OH MY GOD JEM," I scream running over to aid him, but he merely lifts his other hand and tell me to wait. He pulls the scissor out of his arm without flinching or even screaming, and places it on the table letting the blood from the scissor smear everywhere onto the wood table. Well that's definitely going to stain, and he's definitely gonna pay for it. "Don't worry it's fine."