Kidnapped Books 1&2&3 (Watty Awards)

Book 2-- Chapter 9 Spitfire and the Ghosts

Jace got up at 8 the next morning and shook me awake. I groaned and rolled over, burying my head in the pillow.

“Wake up,” He laughed, pulling the covers off. I yanked them back desperately, covering myself.

“Jerk,” I mumbled.

“You have to go to the store,” He said.

“Whhhhhhy,” I said, yawning.

“Because I kind of told a few friends of mine they could come watch the game tonight and your mother only gave us enough food to survive for a few days. Jack is gonna flip when he sees he is out of carrots and juice boxes.” Jace explained as he got dressed.

“It’s Wednesday, which means it’s a school night, you are not throwing a party.” I grumbled.

“Number 1, I don’t have classes tomorrow. Number 2 it’s not a party. It’s a few guys coming over to watch the game.” Jace said.

“Why don’t you have classes?” I asked.

“They’re painting the whole school tomorrow.” He said, shrugging.

“You have a whole day off school and you want to spend it with your friends?” I asked, sitting up. I held the sheet up in front of me.

“I didn’t know I had another option,” he whispered, coming and sitting on the bed. I leaned in and kissed him.

“You don’t,” I laughed. “Now go to class.” I ordered. He marched out like a soldier. I sighed and climbed out of bed. I grabbed a pair of denim shorts and a navy tee shirt that had a cluster of white flowers in the bottom corner. I put them on and went to go wake Jack up.

I cracked the door open. He was still sleeping soundly in his bed. “Jack,” I whispered. He rolled over.

“Jack, wake up.” I called, stepping into the room.

“I don’t wanna!” He shouted. He buried his head under the pillow. Can you tell he’s my son?

“Jack, wake up. If you don’t you can’t go to the store.” I said. He hopped up right away and shooed me out so he could get dressed. He stopped letting me dress him when he was 2. In fact he practically made it so I never saw anything below his waist. I didn’t know why, but I wasn’t complaining. Nothing like his father in that way, thank you God.

I went down to the kitchen and poured two bowls of cereal for us. He came down the stairs wearing denim shorts and a shirt Emma made for him that said “Warning: Cranky When Tired” He hopped up in a chair and began to eat his cereal.

“Did you sleep well?” I asked, chewing my cereal.

“Yeah, I think we have ghosts.” He said.

“Why?” I asked.

“Ghost moan right?” He questioned, “Like they do on Scooby Doo?”

“Well yeah, what does that have to do with anything?” I asked.

“That’s why we have ghosts. I heard them moaning last night.” He said, chewing his cereal.

Meanwhile I choked on mine. I went into a coughing fit. I ducked my head under the sink and gulped down some water. I coughed a few more times.

“Don’t worry, Mommy, they’re nice ghosts.” He said, patting my back.

“How do you know that?” I whispered my voice was horse from coughing.

“They were talking to you and daddy,” Oh God, “The girl ghost told Daddy she loved him all the time,” Kill me, kill me now. “The boy ghost told you were beautiful all the time.” Oh Lord. “Then they would moan for a while.” Please stop, I beg you please stop. “I think they were watching football, cause the boy ghost kept cheering yes and the girl ghost would tell him to be quite.” Ok, that’s enough.