The Legacy Of Jewelox

CHAPTER 17

     Me, Rachel and Ashton parted near Brightwood street. The sun was almost up. I parked my bicycle in the dark shed before making my way into the house through the back door and shut it carefully.

     Man, am I starving!

     I can find the kitchen with my eyes closed too. Challenge accepted. I had my eyes closed while opening the kitchen door and turning the lights on before opening my eyes. I’m really hungry, ya know?

     I knew there was nothing to eat but I still walked around the kitchen opening all the cabinets over and over just incase something magically appears. I couldn't keep my eyes straight with an angry stomach. I stumbled towards the freezer, getting out the newly bought mega Cotton Candy ice cream bucket and a big bowl and dumping ¾ of the dessert to my bowl and adding all sort of stuff to it, all while I had my back on the door.

     “Mmmm", I devoured my first mouth, taking a seat on the kitchen chair with my legs folded and eyes closed taking off to Candy land. “Shish ish sho shummy!”

     “Of course it would be. Maybe you'd end with a cold as well"

     “Haha. Very funny. I rarely catch one and besides isn't ICE-CREAM worth it all—", my eyes jolted open, making me choke hard on my ice-cream. I gave a few punches to my back still surprised.

     “H-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-how a-a-a-a-are y-y-y-y-you h-h-h-h-here, m-m-m-m-m-m-m-m-mom?”, I stumbled upon my words, still recovering from the shock that the pale-faced, lip-pursed, fire-breathing nosed, engine air eared woman was sitting right in front of me. Please God, forgive all my sins. Please make me wake up in my bed. I closed my eyes and opened it to see I was still in the kitchen.

     I’m dead!

     Officially!

     Only a matter of time!

     My mom gave me a dangerously sweet smile and I returned it with a nervous laugh. “H-hello mom... D-d-didn't see you there. Haha?”

     “Where”, my mom set me with her smile. “Have”, she got up. “You", she strides across to me. “Been?”, she finished the question with folded hands.

     “D-digging up my g-grave?”

     “I find that very convincing, sweetheart”, she rolled her eyes at me. I’m officially busted. She calls me sweetheart or darling or those cheesy names only when she's mad. I know right? Weird family.

     “G-glad to hear so... I’ll be up in my room with heaven... Haha...”, I indicated my bowl of ice-cream that was now melting.

     “May I ask you one question?”, she asked, fury visible in her Hazel eyes. I rolled my eyes virtually. It's not like she gonna take no for an answer.

     I nodded.

     “Where—”

     “One question down and that's precisely what you asked for", I grinned at her. “Now if you excuse me, I have to finish my dessert"

     “WHERE-HAVE-YOU-BEEN?!”

     I flinched. “Okay... The red bus just stopped by and I was having a hard time finding my ‘requirements’ and not wanting to get any on my bed, I went out for a trip. And incase I got caught by dad, I used the restroom there itself", I lied on the spot, looking straight into her eyes.

     She laughed. “You what?! Okay, that was...weird. Next time anything like that happens, you don't go taking detours. You come straight to me", she stated firmly and I nodded my head vigorously.

     “I didn't wanna wake up Zen by knocking on the door"

     “Hmm. Well, it's 4:45 right now. Go get some sleep since school starts at 6. And wow... just 15 minutes till your alarm alerts you awake", she looked at the grandfather clock.

     “Okay, mom. I’m still SUSPENDED!”, I reminded her getting aggravated.

     “Funny how I thought the kids of the 21st century would always nag their phones for messages and you didn't even bother. Did you have a therapist while I was away? I must say, she's done a great job with you"

     I rolled my eyes and pestered her to just tell me the holy damn news.

     “Your principal’s got you twelve back at school", she informed me. I faced my phone, unlocking the biometric face recognition lock while feeding myself the 13th spoon. I scrolled down and sure enough the message was right.

     “Is it just me or is the government really losing their brain?”, I asked curiously, dumping another cold spoon into my mouth.

     “Well, I say they are”, she sighed.

     My dad yawned, getting outta the room. I would've called it the master bedroom, but that room's mine. I’ve no idea why parents choose the smallest and give their daughters the largest. I mean, it's the same with Rachel's though she and Nova, 12, share a bunk bed.

     “Oh, isn't this a surprise now. You're up early", he yawned, stretching his body.

     “If you’re surprised”, I said monotonously. “You're an idiot. I didn't exactly reach my destination quietly"

     “Language, Liz!”, my mom said warily.

     “I’mma sleep now seeing that I still have 15 minutes. Or 10”, I said, quickly washing the dishes, juggling upstairs, opened the door, snuggled into bed.

     When the alarm rang, I snoozed it. Barely slept. Why's my mom sending me to school? Because she's that type of mother who expects me to not miss a day of school.

     I washed my mouth and took a quick wash. I tied my hair into my daily ponytail, wearing a black denim, T-shirt, beanie with a grey hoodie. I stared at my messy bedroom and arranged the wolf-printed cushions in the cuddle chair. Why wolf-printed? Because they’re my favourite!

     I ran my hand through the net of goofy pictures with my friends. Me, Sky and Rachel have the weirdest types of favourite animals in our whole grade as far as I know. I love wolves. Sky loves black Panthers. Rachel loves stags. Weird, I know.

     I went downstairs, fixing my silver Apple watch. I love Apple watches because it doesn't do anything digi-vise but tells me the time, so it's an exceptional.

     “Hoowah!”, Cronie jumped on the table in the middle of the living room holding his baguette taking the form of a Japanese samurai.

     “You shall never beat me, young apprentice. I have taught you almost everything”, his voice was lower and hoarse.

     I laughed deeply and swung two bananas like nunchucks. “But you still know nothing of me, Cronator”, I used the same tone, making it sound like I was one of those animated characters from Dragon Ball Z.

     “I know far more about you than you'd like to think, Li-ko", he grinned.

     My knees were bent down with the bananas held infront of me as Cronie kept making noises such as ‘Heeya!’. “You may have never taught me some secret moves of Kung-Fu, but I learnt from a different master", I smirked.

     He shot me a confused look, “And what master is this?”

     “The Tube of You”, I made it sound dramatic before standing up, hands crossed on my chest like a mummy on sarcophagus. “Haaai!”

     Cronie cursed under his breath as his stance went limp for a moment before he was up and ready again, holding the baguette infront of him.

     “I shall win, Li-ko!”

     We both dramatically glanced at the Frappuccino on the table and looked at each other. “The magical Frap from Buck of Stars shall be mine!”, he raised the long bread over his head, doing a war cry.

     “Over my unconscious body!”, I brought the bananas infront of me and we both did a high-pitched cry.

     NOTE: This is what happens when you're TV breaks and there's nothingg to do.

     “Ow!”, I grumbled, looking up to see my dad buttoning his office shirt. He was holding a folded newspaper on the other hand. The one be used to break the resorted ninja fighting over the Frap. I lowered the bananas which I was about to stab Cronie's eye with.

     “You can continue this after school. Have your breakfast first"

     Shit! School! How could I forget?! If Hazel finds out, I’m gonna be teased for the rest of my life.

     I had waffles and half the Frappuccino for breakfast before moving towards the door. I wasn't wearing my big school bag today. Just a small backpack with my pencil case and a notebook along with a few prank equipments.

     “Wait! Take this", my mom shouted, running down the stairs with my big school bag that was fully packed. I knitted my eyebrows in confusion.

     “You, Rachel, Mia, Hazel and Anne are gonna have a sleepover at Sky's for the first time since her...bro’s not there. They just called me”

     My mouth was most probably hanging open unable to control the urge of the huge grin from making its way on my mouth. I changed the bags quickly as my bus started it’s annoying horn session.

     “Hey...”, I greeted Chelsea, Diana and the messy injured Clara. They waved their hands at me and gave me fives, letting me through to the window seat.

      “You know, Liz? If I ever see those media punks in real life, imma poison them”, Diana fumed, making me chuckle.

     When it was Ashton's stop, he didn't come as I thought. Even the remaining back seat member, Sherry, didn't come. No one exactly asked me anything about the incident but they were criticising the media, riled to the core.

     Violet climbed in shooting me an awful smirk that I ignored. I sighed, knowing who'd be present in my class.

     Me and Clara departed at our stop and I stared at the messed up building next to the main while we rambled past a small amount of students passing the halls.