Week 42- Heather Ouellette-Cygan

Posted: January 23, 2012 in Heather Ouellette-Cygan, Week 42

Untitled Young Adult Novel

Chapter 5

“Mom, the house is looking wonderful,” said Cordelia as she walked into the large, rose painted living room. Her mother had just finished hanging lace curtains.

“Well, if there is anything I can say for that bum I married, he left us well off,” said Aida as she jumped down from the stool and admired her work. “The hospital called today.”

“And?”

“I start tomorrow.”

“All right!” exclaimed Corey. “This calls for a celebration. I’ll get the champagne.”

“No champagne for you, young lady.”

“Oh, Mom. You’re a party pooper.”

“Mom, look what I made for you,” exclaimed Nina as she ran into the living room covered in finger-paint. She was holding an upside down picture of a tree.

“That’s lovely,” said Aida looking at her daughter’s work. “Why don’t you hang that on the refrigerator?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

Turing to Cordelia, Aida said, “I also made an appointment with a doctor about your arm.”

“I hope I can get this cast off soon. I don’t want to start school with this thing on.”

“Well, in that case, you had better get it off by tomorrow.”

“Oh, no! you don’t mean?”
“Yep, tomorrow. I made those arrangements today.”

“But Mom,I-I don’t know anyone.”

“What about those weird kids we met at the pizza place?”

“I haven’t seen them since and, besides, I didn’t get the impression that they liked me.”

“Oh, you’re just being silly. Why don’t you go upstairs and pick out something to wear.”

“Okay.” Corey turned and ran up the stairs. She looked into her closet at all of her outfits. After an hour of deciding, she finally picked a purple and white blouse and a pair of baggy jeans.

The next morning, Corey decided she didn’t like what she was wearing and changed about five more times before deciding on her purple and white blouse and baggy jeans.

“You’re almost half an hour late. Good thing I’m driving you to school,” said Aida as she rushed her daughters out the door.

* * *

“If you had come here last year, you would have about twenty kids trying to beat you up right now,” said Lorna as she and her new found friend walked home from the Southfield High School.

“I know what it’s like,” replied Corey, who pointed toward her plaster arm.

“That happened in a fight?” asked a shocked Lorna.

“Yep.”

“Did you have big street gangs were you come from?”

“No, kids just didn’t like me.”

“That’s awful. You won’t have to worry about that in this town. Since the Death Hawks were broken up, everyone is friendly.”

“The Death Hawks?”

“They were a street gang, who didn’t like newcomers. They thought they ruled the town. In a way they did. But then a girl named Sherry and her sister moved to town and together with Barbara brought the Death Hawks to their knees.”

“I know Bobby and Sherry. Don’t they have boyfriends named James and, and . . . “

“David,” helped Lorna.

“Yes. I met them at the Southfield House of Pizza.”

“That’s their favorite hangout.”

“Speaking of pizza, how would you like to come over tonight for some. I’m sure my mother won’t mind.”

“That would be great. What time?”

“Why don’t you give me your phone number and I will call you.”

“Okay,” replied Corey. She wrote her number on a gum wrapper she pulled out of her pocket and gave it to Lorna.

Corey was


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