Jesse James (gotawaywithit) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2010-03-14 20:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | virginia dare |
Who: Frank and Mary James and OPEN
What: The James children walk home. Come have a god/dess mess with some kids!
When: Monday afternoon
Where: 89th and Park Avenue
Warnings: None. Yet!
Frank James crossed his arms and looked at his sister very seriously. "I don't think we should go," he said after a moment of careful consideration. "We should go wait inside instead. Dad's never late, so maybe something really important happened at work."
"We don't have to wait inside. We know how to get home. It's just four blocks," Mary retorted, pulling her backpack up on her shoulders. "You can stay and wait, but I wanna get home. I have fencing tonight and I gotta get my homework done before it's time to go to Miss. Hannah's, so I have to go home now. And I want a snack."
Frowning, Frank shook his head. "But we're not supposed to walk home alone, remember?" Their parents had always been adamant about that fact. If one of them were late to school pick up, they were to go back inside to the main office and call home or Dad's office. It was an incredibly rare occurrence, but as far as Frank was concerned, that wasn't a reason to disregard the rules completely. They were going to get in trouble if they didn't wait. "Let's just go into the office, Mary. I bet Dad's on his way, and if he gets here and we're not here, he's going to be mad." And Frank knew he was already in enough trouble lately, because he'd been spending too much time sneaking onto the internet. He didn't want Mary to get him in trouble as well.
But Mary was shaking her head as well and defiantly starting off in the direction of their apartment six blocks down and two over. Frank felt his heart start to pound just a little as he tried to decide what to do. On the one hand, they were going to get in trouble if they left and tried to walk home along. On the other hand, his father had always told him that even though he was younger than his sister, he was never supposed to let anything happen to her. She was a girl, after all, and even with all that karate, he couldn't leave her alone. Something might happen.
Frank opened his mouth to call out after her, but then decided against it. Instead he lifted his backpack, far too heavy for a normal eight year old, and started running after his big sister on his own short legs. His uniform shirt was untucked and his blazer was mussed by the time he caught up with her. Huffing and puffing, he couldn't help but frown as he looked at Mary and said. "You better know the right way. I don't want to get lost, and then we'll get in more trouble and you'll be late for fencing."
"It's just a few blocks, Frank. Don't worry. C'mon," Mary pointed to a vendor set up on the corner of the block one down. "We can get a pretzel to share."
He was still vastly uncomfortable with the idea of disobeying their parents, but Frank followed