The Paper Girl - Adopted by the Ways

Part 13

The Paper Girl – Adopted by the Ways

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Part 13  

I sit up in my bed, the family laptop switched on, being productive and spending a healthy amount of time on the Internet as I begin my homework, before I head off to eat a healthy snack and exercise.

Okay biggest bag of bullshit I've ever said. I'm lying flat in a scrunched-up duvet, my head craned up, giving me a fabulous set of double chins as I stare glassy-eyed at a gif of a cat watching a vacuum cleaner as music videos play on a different tab. Healthy amount of time my ass. I'd addicted. Damn Tumblr. And as for a healthy snack? Do strawberry Twizzlers count as fruit? And I can't believe I know the meaning of the word exercise!

I laugh for the billionth time as the cat goes skits and run behind a sofa when there's a knock on my open bedroom door and I look up to see Gerard running a comb through his dyed blond hair.  

'Time to go, kiddo.' I log out of Tumblr and shut the laptop down, untangling myself from the duvet in the process, stumbling around my room like I have no knees.

'Give me a heads up, do any of your teachers spit when they talk? And are you sure I can't wear a boa, cause I've got one that's absolutely-'

'No boas, Gerard!' Lyn-Z shouts from downstairs and Gerard pouts. I give him a sympathetic smile as I run my own brush through my curly hair and tug on my black denim jacket.

'No boas, too bad. Maybe one day, Lyn-Z will let you dress yourself.' I grin and Gerard just places a hand on his hip.  'Drama queen.' I mutter and Gerard gasps, a hand on his chest.

'How dare you! For that,' Gerard runs into the run, messes my newly brushed hair up madly and pulls my hood over my head and pulls the cords.

'Dude!' I yell and see daylight once again and frown. 'Not cool. For that, I'm not telling you which teacher, if any, does spit when they talk. Or where I hid the skittles.' I laugh and run from my room and down the stairs to where Bandit was sitting at the dining room table, colouring with fat rainbow crayons.

'Look Mitch!' Bandit smiles toothily and shows me the picture she's drawn of a zebra in a rocket ship.

'Whoa! That's awesome Bee!' I smile at her and she beams.

'It's for you!' Yep, my heart melts like the softie I am.

'Aw! Thanks Bee! I'm gonna frame this in my room!' I grin but when I look up Bandit is gone; she's swinging off Gerard's arm as he uses his other hand to hold his mobile to his ear, talking away to someone. I take advantage of the moment and scribble on a piece of paper with Bandit's crayons. What? I like crayons.

'Ok, see you later, Pat.' Gerard says just as Lyn-Z comes into the room, pulling on her leather jacket.

'They're coming around in the morning, they can't make it tonight.' He says to his wife as he manages to pull on his coat despite Bandit still clinging to his left arm still.

'I'll text Jimmy later then.' I have no idea who they're talking about, not having the faintest clue who 'Pat' is. Lyn-Z smiles as she reaches behind her to switch the kitchen light off. 'Right you two, ready?' Me and Bandit nod and we follow Gerard and Lyn-Z outside and into the car on the drive. I buckle Bandit in and already she's absorbed in her Nintendo as the car starts up. Three cheers for parents evening. Not. It's not that's I'm worried about what shit my teachers are going to say about me; I'm too quite for them to have a go at me for anything – mainly because they never catch me – but because this is the first appearance I'll be making with Gerard and Lyn-Z. The whole school knows I got adopted, I mean Tara shouted it around the place enough, but nobody except her and Tommy know the details. There aren't many people in my school that are fans of Alternative Rock music, but everyone knows who's who in the music industry. This could change a lot. Also, there's ne more problem: Myra. God knows what that crazy bitch is going to try and do. If she thinks she's making an insult to Gerard, or Lyn-Z or Bandit I won't hesitate to slap her.