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CHAPTER 02 – DESTINY KNOCKS
“You gotta be kidding me!” I said with an exasperated sigh.
I stared at the ceiling in disbelief. I felt like my eyes were barely closing and now someone was pounding on the front door like a maniac. I would never get back to sleep.
With a long yawn, I threw off my blanket and grabbed Tracy’s baseball bat with the intention of using it this time. Who had the nerve to wake up a family so late at night? I stomped down the hall hoping they would hear me and leave before I got to the door. If not they were going to be sorry.
I came straight out of my room, running right into Tracy who was pacing the hall. She was looking nervously at the stairwell, but then turned to look at me.
“Oh!” she squeaked in surprise.
She spotted me and stopped her circular trip.
“Can you believe someone’s knocking at the door at this time? It’s so early. I need my beauty sleep!” Tracy whined.
“That’s the last thing you need to worry about at your age,” I told her, “But yeah, I know whoever this is about to be sorry they woke us up.”
“On top of that, what an annoying knock! It sounds like they are using both hands!” She said, clearly exhausted.
“Where’s Mom?” I asked.
“She went downstairs, but I guess she hasn’t answered it,” Tracy replied.
“If she won’t, I will,” I told my sister.
She hugged me and said, “I’m scared! It’s probably the aliens. They here to take us away!”
“Why must my dear sister be so weird?” I muttered, “There aren’t any aliens.”
Tracy watched me leave, and nodded, “I’ll prove it.”
I made my way downstairs, making sure to avoid the step that nearly caused a fall last time. Just like last time the lights were all on downstairs. Mom was standing in the dining room with her arms crossed, staring at the door, looking disheveled.
“My land,” she said, “Who could be knocking at the door at this time of night!?”
“Someone who is obviously gonna get their butts kicked,” I told her, “They are doing that annoying pattern knock even!”
“Would you answer it?” she asks, “If your father were here...”
I cut her off, “I know.”
Crossing the living room, I stomped past King who was still sleeping and dead to the world.
“Whose there?” I called through the door.
I heard a muffled voice. With my bat ready to strike, I pulled the door open and jump back as Pokey stumbled into the house. He was slick with sweat and was breathing as if he’d just run a mile... which for him would be the dozen yards between our houses.
“Pokey, what the heck, man?” I ask, “Get out!”
He locked onto me with as if a cow staring at an oncoming train.
“Hey! L-l-listen to what I’ve got to say!” He pleaded.
As much dislike I had for him, it actually appeared to be an emergency. I set the bat down against the couch.
“You’ve got one minute, Pokey,” I said.
“Okay!” he said in between breaths, “When I took Picky to the place where the meteorite landed--”
He stopped mid sentence and looked past me, noticing my mom.
“Oh! Good evening ma’am. You’re looking lovely as usual,” He said with a snicker.
“Pokey, the point?” I reminded him.
“Anyway, as I was saying, the police that were guarding the meteorite landing left suddenly to deal with the Sharks!” He said and clarified, “You know, the Sharks? They’re the local ruffians!”
“I know,” I said annoyed, “I don’t live under a rock.”
“Well they were really going wild! Suddenly, I noticed that Picky was gone!”
“Wait--wait--wait! You mean you lost your little brother!?” I asked, utterly incredulous.
“I blame the cops,” he whined, “It certainly wasn’t my fault.”
I think he really believed his last statement.
“So what do you want me to do?” I asked, having a gut feeling I already knew.
“When my dad gets back, I know I’m gonna get it...” He said, dropping yet another hint.
“And?” I asked.
“You’re my bestest friend! Won’t you help me find Picky?” He pleaded, actually getting down on his knees and groveling at my feet.
I sighed, and once again I cursed myself for being so kind.
“Fine,” I said, “But you owe me!”
“Oh good buddy!” he said, “Let’s blow this popsicle stand! But before we go why don’t you say ‘goodbye’ to your mom. Don’t you agree ma’am?”
I turn around and lean on the baseball bat.
“What do you say, ‘ma’am’?” I asked.
“Hmm. Ness, I know that the dog is unreliable, but you should take King along for this one. And Keep that bat handy. The sharks are out there...” She warned.
“Of course,” I said, and look at the snoring St. Bernard.
“No matter what anyone says, you’re a courageous, strong boy!” she says, tears welling up in her eyes.
“Geez, Mom, I’m not going to be gone long,” I tried to remind her.