Ch8

FINSHED

Chapter 8

“Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened” ~Dr.Suess

Just I was going to flip over a table, after watching one of my favorite characters die, I hear the front door open. Looking over, I see Eve and Mom come in.

I put on the most innocent face, that maybe says: Hi mom! Really glad to see you! I wasn’t just about to wreck your house over a fake characters death

I must be trying too hard with my smile though, because both Mom and Eve look at me like they are not sure if I am okay or not.

Why is being normal so hard?!

“Where were you guys?”

I look to Eve for an answer, but all she keeps doing is rubbing at the right side of her neck. Shrugging, thinking nothing of it, I turn to Mom for an answer.

She shrugs off her coat, hanging it up.“We went on a little camping trip. Got stuck in traffic along the way. Did you finish those cookies?”

Panicking, I jump up and run to the kitchen. Please don’t be burnt, please don’t be burnt…

Opening the oven, I start to pull back the tray of cookies only to have my hand jerk back in pain.

“Ah, ow!” I say sucking on a finger.

“Be careful!” I hear Mom say from the living room.

Grabbing the mittens, I put them on my other hand, and pull the tray out, putting them on top of the stove to cool. I close the oven, turning it off.

“Ugh,” I groan, looking at my red fingers. “We got some good news and some bad news.”

Mom walks in as well as Eve, with curious looks on their faces as to why I made all that noise.

“What happened?” Mom says rushing over, inspecting my hand.

“Bad news, my fingers are roasted.”

Eve looking over Mom’s shoulder winces, when she sees my injured fingers.

“Good news, your cookies are A-OK!”

I see a bit of that motherly guilt, in Mom’s face. Shaking her head, as if clearing away that guilt, she helps me on my feet.

“Eve, can you help him to the bathroom to put his hand under cold water? I’m going to get the first aid kit.”

While she goes, I gesture to my feet. “Hey, I can walk just fine!”

Eve shakes her head. “Just shut-up, and come with me.”

She grabs my arm and takes me along with her, into the bathroom. She turns on the water, and tests it to make sure it’s cold. Then, she puts my hand in and I yelp in pain.

“Oww. Stop- be careful.” I say as she fights with me to keep my hands in the water.

“Just stay still, and stop being difficult.” She says calmly.

Something was going on… Eve seemed a bit, different. I notice that she is staring intently only on the water and my fingers, and hasn’t once looked me in the eye since she came home.

The way her hair was parted around her neck, I could see there was a bit of redness there. It looked almost like a rash.

“Are you okay?” I ask.

She laughs but not with much feeling.  “You’re the one who almost burned all their fingers off, and you’re asking me if I’m okay?”

With my other hand, which didn’t get injured, I point to her neck. “What happened there?”

I can really see her face, since it’s covered by a white curtain of hair, from the way she’s curving her back. But, all the same I can sense some nervousness.

“I guess,” She says finally. “I must’ve gotten a bug bite on our trip. Don’t worry about that though.”

I don’t believe her for a second. I am just about to ask her to tell me what’s really going on, until Mom walks in with the first aid.

“Goodness, you’re so clumsy. You need to be more careful.” She says taking out some bandages, and antibiotics.

Eve turns the water off. She watches Mom warily for a moment, and then snaps back to the situation at hand. A-hem, my too good to be true face.

“I’m going to bed now, it’s late. Did you get my uniform by the way?”

“How could I forget?” I say, wincing when Mom puts peroxide on my hand. “Ow, don’t do that!”

Eve is gone now. School is tomorrow, and thinking of that just makes me nervous. Since neither I or Eve have been to a school. Let alone a private school. The fortunate thing I like to remember, is that most of our classes are together.

I just hope that Eve is okay…

After Mom fussed over me, and scolded me for almost burning her cookies, I went to my room to change into my sleeping clothes. Or my jam jams, as Mom likes to call them.

Turning off the light, and drifting off to sleep, I couldn’t help but worry about how Eve was doing next door…

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