*Chris’s Point of View*
The next day was slow. School dragged on for what seemed like forever and, when Nathan finally dropped me off at my house, I collapsed on the couch and turned on the TV.
I was watching a rerun of George Lopez when the phone rang twenty minutes later. “Hello?” I said. “Hey girl,” came a familiar voice. “Uncle Kevin!” I exclaimed, “Are you back home?! Need a babysitter?!”
He laughed into the receiver. “Actually I do,” he said, “Since I’m back from my vacation, I need you to watch Jacob while I run some errands. Otherwise he’ll be bored to tears,” he told me. I could hear Jake laughing in the background.
“I told you not to give the boy sugar,” I scolded playfully; I could hear the grin in his response. “Now what fun would that be?” he asked innocently, “I’ll be over in ten minutes. We’re around the corner at Target.”
I hung up the phone and went to pop popcorn because Jake loved popcorn. I also got a bottle of soda out of the pantry and set it on the counter.
The doorbell rang while I was getting the popcorn out of the microwave, so I left it and ran to the door.
Jacob jumped on me when I opened the door. “CHRIS,” he yelled, wrapping his arms around my neck. I laughed, hugging his waist as Kevin walked in grinning.
“I tried to keep him on the leash,” he raised his hands in defense and I grinned at him.
“How long is he staying here?” I asked him; he shrugged. “I can call on the way home,” he told me and I nodded.
“Bye dad,” Jake said, practically shoving him out the door. Kevin laughed and left in his car a few moments later.
Closing the door, I caught Jacob around his middle and carried him to the kitchen.
“I smell,” he sniffed the air, “Popcorn!” “Correct,” I told him, pouring the popcorn into a bowl and carrying it into the living room.
“Want some?” I asked, holding the bowl high above his head. He rolled his eyes. “Duh,” he told me.
“What do you say?” I asked. He smiled angelically.
“Please give me the popcorn before I kick you in the shin,” he recited, batting his eyelashes.
“That’s my boy,” I laughed and gave him the bowl, “Now what do you want to watch?”
“I like George Lopez,” he told me, “But Hannah Montana is better.”
Rolling my eyes, I changed it to Disney channel and plopped on the couch beside him.
He sat criss-cross-applesauce on the couch and ate a handful of popcorn, staring at the TV.
Suite Life on Deck came on next and I went to get us something to drink while Jacob stayed glued to the screen.
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Some Scars Never Fade
Teen FictionChris is an average teenage girl- except for the small detail that she and her friends are into an illegal work called street fighting. Dealing with abuse at home, and bullying at school, Chris struggles through losing her mother and keeping herself...
