Chapter Two
(Editor's Note=When the grandmother is narrorating, it will be in bold, italics.)
"Throw me the ball!!" Nadia says.
"No!" Taylor says. He loved to tease her.
"Taylor Hanson i hate you!!" Nadia says.
She stomped inside the Hanson house.
"Man, what was wrong with her?" Mike, a boy who
lived down the street says.
"Oh, nothing, she ALWAYS does that." Taylor says while
throwing the ball up in the hair and catching in his glove.
"What was her name again?" Mike says while tying his shoes.
"Nadia O'hara." Taylor says.
"Oh, okay, cool, thanks." Mike says while patting Taylor
on the back.
"Why?" Taylor says with his mouth slightly open and
sweat dripping down his face.
Mike looked up at him quickly. "Huh?"
"Well, why did you wanna know her name?" Taylor says
while whiping his brow.
"I just WANTED to know. ' mike says while turning back
around. 'is it a crime?"
"No, i guess not." Taylor says.
"Well, i gotta go man, okay?" Mike says.
"Okay, bye." Taylor says while turning around and
walking into his house.
He found Nadia laying on his bed face down.
I would always do that. I just wanted attention from him.
"Nadia!! Get up please!!" Taylor says while taking his
sweaty shirt off.
"No!" Nadia says, but you could barely hear it, because
her face was smashed into the bed.
"What?" Taylor says.
Nadia lifted her head up from the bed. She had a red
mark on her face of where she was laying.
Taylor was laughing.
"Ughh, i hate you Taylor" Nadia says while putting
her face back into the pillow.
"No, you don't, you know you love me." he says while
taking his sweaty shirt and placing it on the back of her
head.
"You're so sick!!" Nadia says, while taking the sweaty
shirt and throwing it back at him.
"Are you eating here tonight?" he says while putting
another shirt on.
"Umm, well, i don't know, I should go home." Nadia says.
I hated going home, but that's a whole other story, i'll explain
that one to you later anna.
Taylor stopped his smiling. "No, no, you can stay here."
"Okay, good." Nadia says smiling.
"I'm bored, let's play a game." He says while looking
around the room. "I got it!! Let's play 'make me laugh."
Nadia rolled her eyes while smiling.
I always loved that game, but i never told him.
"Okay, you go first." Nadia says.
"Okay,' he grabs Nadia and pulls her to the ground.
He starts tickeling her.
Nadia is laughing uncontrolably.
"i made you laugh!!" Taylor says while grabbing her
wrists to help her up.
"OUCH!!" Nadia says.
Taylor looked down to see what he had done. He
didn't do anything. Nadia's wrists were bruised, all the
way up to her armpits.
Nadia quickly pulled her arm away from him.
Taylor's face turned to horror. "Oh my god, Nadia,
what is he doing to you?" His mouth is open.
"What are you talking about? She says while putting
her arms behind her back. "I did it when we were playing
baseball, remember?"
Taylor didn't believe her. He knew it was her father. He was
a drunk. He would just sit there all day on his butt, and collect
welfare. Taylor knows, because he's been to her house alot
and he remembers what happened when she put the
glasses in the dishwasher wrong.
"I-I, I have-have to go.' Nadia says. 'bye Taylor."
He could see a tear roll down her face.
"Nadia!! No, please don't leave." Taylor says as he watched
her walk out of his room and out of the front door.
He sat on his bed, wondering what he should do. He put
his head in his hands, and layed down, until he heard
"Dinner's ready!!" He got up slowly and walked to the
dinner table.
"Where's Nadia?" Mrs. Hanson says.
Taylor seemed like forever to answer. He dug his
fork around in his food for awhile.
"Taylor, honey, where did she go?" Mrs. hanson asked again.
"Home" Taylor said softly.
Mrs. Hanson stopped her fork from going into her
mouth an put the fork down.
Everyone at the table just sat there for alittle while.
All of a sudden Zac screams.
"Taylor!! You promised she would stay here.
you promised that she wouldn't have to go back to
that awful place.!"
Taylor looked at his brother whose eyes were squinched
up. Zac looked like someone had just run over his
puppy.
"Zac, she had to go home, it's okay, really." Taylor says.
"No, it's not okay." Zac whispers. He got up and threw
his napkin down, and went to his room and slammed
the door.
"I'll go and see how he is." Taylor got up, picked up his plate
to take to the kitchen.
"i'll get that honey' Mrs. Hanson says, referring to his plate.
'you go and see how zac is."
He put his plate back on the table, and walked back to his
zac's, and isaac's room.
Taylor opened the door to find Zac sitting on his bed.
Zac was always the mysterious one. He changed
personalities faster than he did clothes. He had a head full
of blonde hair. He was very, very outgoing. He took after
Taylor's good looks. He stood about 5'1, he was only 10 years
old, but he DID know when his feelings were hurt.
He thought of me as a older sister, that he didn't have.
"Okay, come back to the table and eat, zac, please"
Taylor says, pleading with him.
Whenever Zac acted like this, everyone felt it too.
"He hurts her Tay, don't you care?" Zac says while
he crosses his arms over his chest.
"You know i care, Zac, don't even ask that question."
taylor says kinda snappy.
Zac looked up at Taylor. "Then why didn't you make
stay here?"
Taylor looked up at his celing and stood up.
Zac ran out of the room, and out of the front door.
Taylor thought, the only thing he can do is to go and
GET me from my house. I hated it when he came to
my house. I felt cheap, and poor. And besides,
it wasn't safe. Daddy hated it when people came over.
Chapter Three
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