Chapter #6Who's in Charge? by: M.E   Nothing standed in my way while walking past the restroom. You didn't want Bubby to see you out, so you ran into the closed room. It looked like someone was inside. It must be Pamela! I was halfway there, and then Bubby came out and sighted me.
"Oh, boy!" I now sprinted like I was in a triathlon. Bubby was right on my tail! I was so close. One jump under the door saved my body from total destruction. I look around and see Pamela reading some teen magazine, but was utterly distracted from Bubby, barking at the door. It got Pamela's attention, all right.
"MIKEY? IS THAT YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??"
"You see, Pamela, I was getting the newspaper, but your dog took mine & me too."
"OH. SO YOU WANT IT BACK?"
"I could care less about it. I just want to go home."
"OH, SORRY ABOUT THAT."
"No need to be sorry."
"OK. I WOULD TAKE YOU IMMEDIATELY, BUT IT'S RAINING LIKE CRAZY RIGHT NOW. SORRY." As I see the window from my view on the floor, she was right.
"It's ok." Then we hear a voice from the living room. Must be carol.
"PAMELA! THE CABLE WENT OUT! SINCE IT'S OUT, GIVE ME A SPONGE BATH, AND HURRY UP!!"
"YES MOM, I'LL BE RIGHT THERE."
"Pff..."
"WHAT'S WRONG, MIKEY?"
"Well if I were you, I would have told her off."
"OH. SORRY."
"This is what I mean. You have no backbone."
"THEN HOW CAN I HAVE SOME BACKBONE?"
"Well I can teach you. First off, why don't you start by telling your mom you won't give her a sponge bath."
"RIGHT!" Then she opens up the door, trying to let her mom hear her out. "ON SECOND THOUGHT, I DON'T WANT TO GIVE YOU A SPONGE BATH! YOU CAN DO IT YOURSELF!" Pamela then slams the door. "HOW WAS THAT, MIKEY?"
"Perfect"
"COOL. HEHE." We then hear Carol, replying to Pamela's message.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY!!?!"
"NOTHING MOM! I'LL BE THERE IN A SECOND!"
"THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT! GET MOVING!" Pamela then turns her face to me, as I'm giving her a disappointment look.
"Just go give your mom a sponge bath. When you come back, I'll teach you everything about backbone."
"THANKS, MIKEY."
"No problem." Then she left out the door.
*** An hour later ***
"I'M BACKKK! HEHE." I was asleep on a sock.
"Wha-huh? Oh your back. Let's get to work!" After hours of training,   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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