Better Hold Tight

The Question Game

Catarina's POV

Ms. Hoppe said that since I went first for our "day", Jason would be my host the first week and then I'll go the week after that. She was also really glad that we were getting along better than we were before. We don't argue as much and I'm pretty sure when we're arguing now, it's all fun and poodle-pops. I actually wouldn't want any poodle-pops. That sounds nasty. Why would anyone want to eat a poodle, even if it is in pop form?

Anyway, I was gathering all my things from my room. I packed earlier, which made everything go really fast. I packed my giraffe and my purple and black kitty cat. My giraffe's name is Maurice and my kitty's name is Bonnie. They don't usually get along with each other, but they've been better. They were kinda like how me and Jason were at the beginning, except Maurice was like me and Bonnie was more like Jason.

Speaking of Jason, he is waiting for me downstairs. I throw my duffel out of the attic. I heard someone shout, "Ow! What the hell?" I then see Jason's head peak up through the opening. He starts rubbing his head. "Why the hell are there bags of clothing falling from the sky?" I giggle, although his face was anything but playful. He looked like he was ready to kill me. I know I didn't do anything rwrong. It's his fault! No one told him to stand directly under the door to the attic. He knew I was coming down eventually!

"I'm sorry! I didn't see you there," I am giggling uncontrollably.

"Yeah, yeah. Are you ready to go now?" Well, someone's an impatient party pooper. I nod and grab my writing journal.

"Look out below!" I shout. I needed to clear the area before I jumped out. I then jumped out and landed safely...on Jason.

"Uhhhhh," he was groaning. Oh man, I hurt him again. "Cat, what the hell?"

"I said look out below!"

"I thought you meant another bag! Not a 90 pound girl!"

"That's 93 pounds to you, mister!" I stop my foot.

"Whatever, get off of me." He pushed me off of him and stands up. I get up too and watch as he brushes imaginary dust off of his clothes. Of all things to use your imagination for, people choose to focus it on little specks of nasty things that collect on their pants! What is the human world coming to?

"Oh stop!" I pull his hands away from his body. "There's nothing on you!" I huff and reach for my bag. Before I can get it, he picks it up and slings it over his shoulder. He has to be magic because I couldn't have ever done that!

"Uh, uh, uh, we are not getting slowed down because little miss Princess wants to carry her own crap."

"As if you have something better to do!"

He makes this weird noise in his throat but doesn't say anything about that. Instead he says, " Plus, I don't want you to fall down the stairs. And since I'd be in front of you, you'd fall on me and we'd both be hurt."

"My Uncle fell up the stairs once. It was because he was carrying a flat screen TV. Somehow, the TV made it up the stairs but my uncle didn't. It actually wasn't all that funny. He seemed like he was really hurt." I nodded frantically.

"Tragic," he rolled his eyes and we began walking down the stairs.

"Donk, donk, donk, donk, donk, donk," I say that for every stair I go down.

Jason stops abruptly and turns around. "Could you shut up?"

"I can but it's really hard. My mother said that as a baby, even when I didn't know any words, I wouldn't cry or anything I would just make a whole bunch of noises. I guess she knew that I wanted to speak. My first word was 'unicorn' and they got it on video, but then we went to Six Flags a year later and they got the camera wet. I guess that's what they get because you can't take a baby to Six Flags! That can't be fun for anybody. I said the same thing to them when we travelled all the way to-"