Minna Mouse

Chapter 1: Love Minna Mouse

Heehee, my math teacher has no clue what I'm about to do. Haha, I hope he realizes how smart I am now. He can't even punish me because at the moment my parents are getting me out of this hell-hole. I mean yeah I'm just gonna go into a new one but my current one is just about as fudged up as it can get.

By hell-hole I mean school.

You got that?

Good, just wanted to make sure you aren't dumb enough to think I'm actually in hell.

I am. Not in literal hell but after I pull this I will be.

The intercom crackles. "Minna Peterson please gather your stuff and report to the office."

Here it goes.

I slip out of my desk with my backpack in hand and walk out of the room, pausing briefly to hug my best friend goodbye. Right before I reach the door I pull a live mouse out of my pocket. I turn around, concealing my hand with my body, and wave to the people I've known for just over a year but still hate them all the same amount. I drop the mouse behind me. Judging by the look of sheer terror on their faces I know they've seen the mouse and when the teacher screams I dash from the room pretending to be scared of the mouse.

As if. Really I wouldn't be able to contain my laughter anymore if I stayed in there.

My parents meet me in the hall. As soon as we leave the school I fall to the ground clutching my stomach, gasping for air. My mom rushes to me worriedly but my dad stops her,

"She's laughing honey."

My mom continues towards me but instead of hugging me or checking my pulse she hauls me up and towards the car. Shoving me in the car she'd starts lecturing me on how scary that was for her but I shrug it off.

Within minutes we're at the airport and Dad's piling our bags on a cart. I hop on top of them right before he starts pushing and get to ride for about two seconds before he pulls me off.

The plane ride was treacherous and the food, like always, horrible. But the one good thing was that

I could text Grace.

Grace: hey nice stunt

Me: thx did they find out it was me?

Grace: well they caught the mouse

Me: so they did

Grace: well yeah u put Minnie Mouse ears on it and a tag that said 'love Minna Mouse'

Me: heehee

Grace: u r like the queen of pranks

Me: after you of corse

Grace: haha well wat I pulled last year was pretty good

Me: pish posh it was the bomb

Grace: yeah it was but the mouse was awesome

Me: y thankyou.

Grace: .......

Me: gtg the planes about to land.

Grace: k bye luv ya

Me: luv ya 2

The plane lands but we have to wait for it to slid up to the ramp. Bored, I let my head fill up with thought. Yes I do have a brain. Crap full of worries tho. No I couldn't care less if the people at my new school like me. But what about my friends back home? What will our house be like? Will Charlie get bullied here? Will there be somewhere for Rose to go when mom and dad are at work?

Charlie and Rose are my siblings by the way. Charlie's 8 in case you care. Rose just turned 4. They flew up with Jake, my half brother earlier this morning. Don't ask me why Jake had to take the little kids and both of my parents had to come with me. It's none of your business. It's bad enough half my school, sorry ex school knows.

Ok fine I'll tell you. Last time I flew alone I had a claustrophobic and acrophobic attack and I sorta freaked out.

And by freaked out I mean I started screaming and crying and I lied down in the aisle and shivered until I passed out.

Now I don't cry. I don't scream. (Unless I'm mad). And I certainly don't pass out from fear. But something about heights and small in closed metal contraptions flying at high speeds ready to drop out of the sky and kill me freak me out.

Ok just to get this straight. I'm really freaking scared of planes. Simple as that.

I'd punch anyone in the face if they were being dumb asses. I have. I'll slap a cheerleader if she pissed me off but I can not get on a damn plane without a paper bag (to hyperventilate) two strong people (my parents) one on each side and my baby blanket (SHUT UP I NEED IT). My parent literally have to drag me in to the plane and hold me down until we take off. They have to do up my seatbelt, hold my hands and live through my death grip until we're above the clouds. Once we are I can not look out window or think about the fact I'm on a plane.

"Come on Minna we're aloud to get off now." My dad says touching my arm to awake me from my thoughts. He doesn't have to tell me twice. Within seconds I'm climbing over him, pushing people away from me as I tear down the aisle.

My parents find me on a bench out side of the airport, my mom starts to lecture me (yes again, mom's very big on lectures) but Jake pulls up and Charlie is out of the car before it stops and as he rushes into my arms mom begins to lecture him about car safety.

Jake tosses his arm around me and turns to dad, "The town is pretty nice. This airport's parking lot is hell tho."

I push Jake's arm off me and climb into the van beside Rose's car seat. She squeals when she sees me and holds her arms out for a hug. I kiss her cheek and tickle her toes. Her little girl laugh could melt the coldest of hearts. I hold my hands over her ears and shout,

"Hey! Wazza girl gotta do to see her new house? Hurry the fudgin hell up!" , out the van window. Jake laughs and so does dad but mom frowns and tells me not to swear. In response I tell her that hell is not a swear and fudge is simply a disgusting treat people like to devour for reasons who the hell knows?

I know what you're thinking 'Minna doesn't like fudge?'

No I don't not like fudge I fudgin hate it!

Oh and by the way my mom is officially pissed off.

Minna:1

Mom:0