Week 39- Heather Ouellette-Cygan

Posted: December 28, 2011 in Heather Ouellette-Cygan, Week 39

from Untitled Adolescent Novel continued. . .


Chapter Two




“Can you believe I haven’t been in here since school started,” said Sherry as she, Barbara -Bobby to her friends – ,James  and David walked into the Southfield House of Pizza.


“During the summer we were here just about everyday,” said Bobby as she walked through the door that her boyfriend, James, held open for her. “I can’t wait to bite into a sausage pizza.”


“Hurry up. You’re making me hungry,” ordered David.


The foursome chose a table near the large window over looking a highway and the apartment building that had once been a house when Southfield was a prosperous town across the highway. Their regular seat was taken by some family they had never seen before.


“Wonder whom them people in our seats are?” stated James as he shoved another mouthful of pizza into his mouth.


“I don’t know. They must be from Frankfort,” replied Bobby.


“Or they could have just moved here,” added Sherry.


“Well, why don’t we just find out,” said David as he stood up. “I’ll go right over there and say, ‘what the hell are you doing here in my seat?’” he turned and began to walk towards his regular table.


“David!” said Sherry in a low shout. “Sit down.”


David continued to walk.


“I’m so embarrassed,” said Sherry with her face in her hands with a faint laughter in her voice.


But David continued to walk past the table and into the bathroom.


“That chicken,” laughed James. “I knew he wouldn’t dare.”


“Well, neither would you, darling,” said Bobby.


“Wanna bet?” he challenged. “I’m not afraid of anything.”


“Yea, sure,” said Bobby sarcastically.


James stood up. “Here it goes.”


Bobby whispered in Sherry’s ear, “Don’t worry. He’s just going to join David in the little boy’s room.”


But when she looked up, James was seated at their regular table along with the strange woman, man, and two girls, one about their age, the other much younger.


“Hi,” said James as he pulled up a chair. “My name is James, Jame Broty.”


“Hello, James,” said the man. “This is my sister, Aida Gardner and her two daughters, Cordelia and Nina.”


Both girls shyly said, “Hi.”


James thought both the girls pretty. Cordelia with the shiny, black hair that curled away from her face, brown eyes and peaches and cream complexion. Her arm was in a sling. And Nina with her long, straight, blonde hair and blue eyes. Her skin was dark. She looked nothing like her sister.


“The reason why I’m here is my friends and I like to meet everyone new who moves here, kind of like a welcome wagon. You did just more here, didn’t you?”


“Why, yes,” replied Aida, who looked almost identical to Cordelia. “We just arrived here yesterday.”


“Where are you from?”


“Well, I’ve been here for a while, but Aid and the girls are from ________,” replied the short, bald uncle.


“Oh,” responded James. “Have you always lived there?”


“No. I moved there when Corey was nine. When I married Nina’s father.”


That explained the difference in their appearance.


“Would you like to meet my friends?” asked James as he saw David exited the men’s room, shocked when he noticed where James was seated.


“Sure,” said Nina’s quiet little voice.


“Hey, you guys come over here,” commanded James, motioning to the table. Barbara and Sherry looked at each other, shrugged and got up and walked to the table. David grabbed a chair and sat next to  James. The two girls stood behind them.


“This is my best pal, David,” started James, “his girl, Sherry, and my love, Bobby.”


Only Aida noticed the hint of disappointment in Corey’s face.


James continued, “Meet Mrs. Aida Gardner. Her daughters, Nina and . . . and what was that name again?”


“Cor, her voice cracked, “Cordelia, but call me Corey, please.”


“And I’m Bill Plumber. Nice to meet you.”


“Nice to meet you,” said Bobby.


They talked for half an hour. But not much was said. James told the new comers about the town and the school and that was as far as it went.




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