I'm Not Weird I'm unique

Chapter 3

"HELLOOOO! WE'RE BACK!!"

"Callie Hazel! Be quiet, Charley's sleeping." Aunt Louisa whispers.

"HE'S WHAT?!" I shout, purposefully being as loud as possible. Aunt Louisa comes rushing out of the kitchen, chasing me around the dining room table with a broom. "I'M SORRY AUNTIE!!" I scream.

"Will you be quiet?!"

"I don't know, will I?"

"Callie, you stop it right now you hear me?!"

"NO SORRY I CANNOT HEAR YOU, IT MAY BE BECAUSE YOU ARE WHISPERING!!"

"CALLIE! For god's sake shut up!"

"Fine."

"Good. Now how was the trip?" She looks expectantly in my direction, I keep my lips zipped. "Callie! An answer would be good." I smile but don't speak. "Callie! Speak up!"

"Oh sorry! I thought you told me to 'shut up'. Now it's 'speak up', please make a decision, I'm getting all confused over here."

"I give up. Go away. Go prepare for school tomorrow."

"No need. I'm not going."

Aunt Louisa's eyes narrow dangerously. "Don't start, you are going and that is final!"

"SORRY! I CAN'T HEAR YOU!"

"Callie Hazel, listen to me. What would your parents say if they were here now?"

I look down. "They're not here now."

"And how do you know?"

"Cause if they were they'd be kicking my ass."

"I'll just do it for them!" Aunt Louisa rushes towards me and I scream and run away. "Callie be quiet!" She whispers.

"Your wish is my command! JUST JOKING!"

"Callie!"

I grab the mop and bring it up into a fighting position. "En gare madame!"

"Callie stop messing around!"

I jab her in the stomach and she drops her broomstick. "I WIN YOU HYPOCRITE!"

"Callie! If you don't shut up now there's going to be a skittle ban heading in you direction.

I gasp. "How dare you!"

"You heard me, now put the mop away, go upstairs and get ready for tomorrow."

Narrowing my eyes in her direction I put the mop in the bucket and stalk towards the door. "Whatever! I'm still not going to school!"

"That's it! No sugar for a month!"

"WHAT?!! Please noooooo! I'll go, I promise, I promise!"

"Good! Now start preparing."

"I'm on my way." I start singing.

Aunt Louisa's eyes narrow dangerously. "Don't. You. Dare. You know how much I hate that song!"

I take a breath, the silence builds up, finally I can't help myself anymore. "Driving at ninety down those country lanes
Singing to "Tiny Dancer"
And I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real
We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill"