The Bajan and the Bacca

Chapter 3

Unfortunately, my computer has broken down and I'm forced to write this on my phone...

Luck really isn't on my side while writing this story - I'm super sorry.

Here's Chapter 3.

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~THE BAJAN'S POINT OF VIEW~

I walked home and was cheered on by the other kids who helped me pull off the tree-burning stunt.

However, one of the ones not cheering was my mother.

Shoot.

"Mitchell Donald Ralph Hughes, why in the world would you burn down a perfectly good tree with a Bacca in it? I thought I raised you better than that!" My mother exclaimed.

My cheeks turned an unnatural shade of red. Everyone knew that my mother could yell and scold - and she wouldn't wait until home. I looked down at my feet, embarrassed.

"Mitchell, don't make me use the nickname I gave you when you were little. Speak up, now." She narrowed her eyes and gave me a look I knew all too well - the look-up-or-else-I'll-use-something-you-hate-against-you-right-now-in-front-of-all-of-your-friends look.

Once again, shoot.

I contemplated my decision, and then looked up - I was too late because she already started speaking.

"Mitchy-Poo, honey, let's get home before you get the chilly-chillies. We don't want your little ears to get cold, do we?" She cooed.

The kids in the village started whispering.

Mitchy-Poo? I'm going to have to call him that!

She told Mitchy-Poo!

Man, Mitchy-Poo is obviously a wimp.

I swear, Mitchy-Poo is a name that's going to stick forever!

I ran away from my evil mother and into my house. Unfortunately, the kids followed and my dad was home. I heard a chorus of "Mitchy-Poo!" and sighed, waiting for my dad to yell at me.

"Mitch, I'm done," he said, exasperated.

"What? Dad, I swear, it wasn't my fault! Blame the kids-" I desperately tried to explain.

"Save it, kid. Get out. I'm not going to have a kid who is the laughing-stock of the village. You need to take some time off in the woods," he said, calmly.

He walked upstairs and I heard a chest open. He came back downstairs and handed me a few items - an apple, half a stack of wood, an iron ingot, and a bucket. He gave me a hug and waved me off.

In front of all the kids in the village.

I had to leave my family - I let them down.

I was banished from my first village.

~THE BACCA'S POINT OF VIEW~

I had to leave my family - I let them down.

I was banished from yet another village.

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Notice any similarities, anyone?

Heh heh heh.

Thanks for reading - I really appreciate it and I'm almost at 100 reads wait

whut?

So yeah, thanks agai-

Jerome: HEY GUYS WHAT'S GOING ON JAYROME HERE

Oh lord.

Jerome: YEAH SOPH I'M JOINING YOUR AUTHORS NOTES FROM NOW ON WOOT WOOT

Well, then, Jerome, you need to prove yourself.

If you want, Jerome will answer some questions about me in the chapter after I get 100 reads (a.k.a. a Q/A chapter author's note)

So, until then, ask away in the comments!

Also - this is like super big to ask of you - if anyone would like to make a cover, I may use it. The one I have right now was made by me and is really poopy okay yeah.

This A/N is probably longer than the chapter but I'm writing it because I can.

Requirements for cover:

My username (JustFluffy)

A picture of Mitch and Jerome

Jerome: THATS ME BABYGURL

Like I was saying, a picture of Mitch and Jerome just no #Merome, and it has to be a picture of their skins. This isn't a real-life fan-fiction.

The title - The Bajan and the Bacca

Dats all.

Stay fluffy!

~Soph