Fight For You

chapter two

At home Mom gives me a butt load chores. She tells me I need them done by supper because we are having guests. I didn't bother to ask who the guests would be. Probably Marshall Walker and his retarded family. I look the Lemon Pledge. I need to do some polishing. Mom checks up on me like once every ten minutes. It sucks. When I finally finish my chores the doorbell rang. Mom told me to answer it. When I do I see Robert Stevens standing on the steps with his parents. Mom walks up. Hello James. She said. Hello Margaret. I forgot! Duh!!! James Stevens was Moms boss. Oh and this must be Robert. Robert waved. We went to the kitchen. A large chicken was sitting on a big purple platter. There was parsley sprigs all around it. For the adults there was champagne. Me and Robert had water. We all ate like thirty helpings of Moms chicken. And Mom was happily pouring more champagne for the adults. I was handling water. During the meal James mentioned some weird business trip thing he wanted Mom to go on. She would be gone for two months. Oh no. She said. My Anna here is only seventeen. You can go on the trip Mom. I said trying to be nice. She smiled. Oh Anna. She said.

After dinner was over I was in charge of entertaining Robert. I took him up to my room and I pulled some board games out of the closet. Wanna play Life? I asked. He shook his head. Suit yourself. He looked nervous about something. Hey brosif what's wrong? I said. His reply was‚ My Dad is so excited about getting a new office building. It costs about a bajillion dollars though. And I can't be calm and nonchalant until I know he won't be spending his life savings on a four story building. Its not that important. But Mom is even OK with it. And that is messed up. Usually she pushes us to save money. Now she is basically pushing us to spend every penny we get our hands on. That was intense. I told him. Then I said‚ Oh hey if Mom did agree to go on that business trip where would he send her? He said‚ New York. He reached in his pocket. Read this. He thrust a piece of paper at me.

Office Building Contract

Fourstory

Name:___________________

Age:_____________________

Number:___________________

Signature:_________________

Woah. I said. I hand Robert the contract. No keep it. He insisted. I stole it from my parents room. If they don't have it I won't need to worry about money.