Hot Air Balloon, Chapter Three

Fiction By Clare // 3/16/2010

Please note: This may not be all of it when all is said and done. I may add more, take some out, and i will almost DEFINATELY edit, so please, know you are reading first drafts and i am open to any and all critiques.  

 
 
Cody stood in the O’Kay family kitchen, looking around. Georgie Anne didn’t know how lucky she was. She had all the comforts of a real home. She had both her parents who showed no sign of separating at any point, tons of siblings to keep her company, and even pets! Cody would never tell Georgie this, but he would have traded just about anything to have at least one of those things. Even the kitchen looked like the ideal home. There were cookies in a large jar on the counter (which Cody had long since helped himself to upon entering the kitchen), mess all over the cupboard fronts and fridge, and stuff from all the many family members everywhere. Not like his aunt and uncle’s house. Everything in it was expensive and spotless. Any papers or projects someone in the four-person family was working on was tucked away into a mad organizational system. You couldn’t even leave your sneakers laying in the mudroom at his house! One of the nicest things about going over to the O’Kay house was that, even though she hated his guts, Mrs. O’Kay let Cody throw his stuff wherever he wanted and never screamed at him to pick it up.
Cody was sitting on the counter, eating cookies and looking at an impressive drawing 8-year-old Katie O’Kay had done of Georgie Anne (down to the last freckle), when Georgie Anne herself came into the kitchen, stumbling under the weight of her backpack.
“This thing weighs enough to crush a person!” Georgie gasped. She let her backpack drop noisily to the kitchen floor. “You would not believe how hard it was to pack!”
Cody stared at her. “You throw the stuff in and force it closed. Hard?”
“Well, I actually thought of stuff we would need,” Georgie Anne said with a touch of arrogance. “Like, did you even bring your tooth brush?”
Cody blinked. “Come to think of it…no,”
Georgie Anne held up an unopened travel toothbrush, complete with many toothpaste tube. “Merry Christmas, happy birthday,”
“You shouldn’t have,” Cody said sarcastically. “What else did you bring, Super Woman?”
Georgie Anne dug a wrinkled piece of paper out of her pocket. “Let me see…my diary, pens, deodorant,” She paused and looked up. “I bet you forgot that too,”
“Actually no,” Cody said.
“I’m in shock,” Georgie said with a smile. “Anyway…where was I…facial scrub, toothbrush, toothpaste, hairbrush, hair ties, lollipops---”
“Lollipops?”
“Stop interrupting. Lollipops…raisins, jeans, shirts, hoodie, underwear,” She looked up at Cody again.
“Yes I packed underwear,”
Georgie Anne went back to the list. “Water bottle, bible---”
“You’re bringing a bible?” Cody asked.
“Yes,” Georgie Anne said indignantly. “My dad never fails to stress the protection scripture can provide,”
“Really,”
“Yes.” Georgie said. “Now be quiet and let me finish. Water bottles…bible…oh yeah…blanket, flashlight, MP3 player and charger, camera, batteries, two packs of gum, and Swedish Fish,”
“That’s what I forgot!” Cody cried, smacking his forehead. “It’s a good thing you remembered; otherwise we’d have to go without Swedish Fish for a whole week!”
“A fate worse than death,” Georgie Anne said, nodding in agreement. “That’s not everything I brought…I stuffed in a few things that weren’t on the list,”
“Whatever,” Cody said. He hopped off the counter and grabbed his own backpack off the floor. “So, you called your mom and told her we were going hot air ballooning with my uncle, right?”
“Yep,” Georgie Anne replied. “She was cool with it, but apparently my dad is concerned about me going up in a hot air balloon with,” She lifted her fingers and did quotation marks. “That boy,”
“I love your dad,” Cody said with a chuckle. “He always keeps it real,”
“A little too real,” Georgie Anne said. “Anyway, so, are you gonna tell me what this is all about yet?”
Cody smiled his mischievous smile. “It’s a surprise, remember?”
“I do love surprises,” Georgie Anne said, smiling back at him. “So, did you stuff your pockets with cookies?”
“Of course,” Cody said. “Your mom may have it out for me, but she can bake like nobody else in the universe,”
Georgie laughed. “I dunno…I hear those Martians bake pretty darn good snicker doodles,” She paused. “Would you actually eat a Martian snicker doodle?”
“Absolutely not,” Cody replied.
“Me neither,” Georgie Anne said in relief.
“Come on,” Cody said. “Let’s get going,” He reached into the cookie jar one more time and stuffed three into each hand.
Georgie stared at him.
“What?” Cody said. “It’s been a while since I ate,”
“Yeah…I a whole thirty seconds since your last cookie,” Georgie said. “My mom baked those for a church event,”
“Your church is well fed,” Cody said.

 

 

 

“So Georgina will be coming over,” Mrs. Walters said with a sniff of disapproval. As she disapproved of many things, Cody was well familiar with this sniff.
“Yeah, Aunt Jodie,” he said. “We’re gonna just hang out and then I’m gonna take her for a ride in the hot air balloon,”
“What now?” Uncle Jeff said, coming into the kitchen.
Cody’s uncle was a true geek. He was a professional geek. A well-paid, true professional geek. A complete package geek…almost. He didn’t have glasses. Anyway, it was because of Uncle Jeff’s grand geek-ness that he and his wife lived in a huge, fancy house and ate gross French snacks like fromage blanc on whole wheat crackers. Blech.
“Georgina is coming over,” Aunt Jodie said, sniffing again.
“Is she now?” Uncle Jeff said. “That’s nice. She hasn’t been here in weeks!”
Another sniff came from Aunt Jodie, who was running her finger along the marble countertops, as if looking for dust or dirt she could yell at the maid service that came in and cleaned every other day about. “Isn’t that a pity,”
If Mr. and Mrs. O’Kay hated Cody’s guts, Aunt Jodie despised Georgie with a loathing that was both disturbing and amusing.
Cody sighed. “Well…”
“You’re shoes!” Aunt Jodie snapped, suddenly standing right next to where he was seated on the leather/chrome barstools at the kitchen island. “They are filthy, and you tracked filth on the kitchen floor! So help me if the carpet…!” and she raced off to make sure her precious, snow white carpet was still immaculate.
Uncle Jeff quickly went to the fridge and pulled out two pudding cups. Handing one to Cody he said, “Hurry.”
It was a game Cody and his uncle played. If you could finish a pudding cup before Aunt Jodie came in (meaning you had licked the carton clean, the carton was in the trash, and there was no pudding on your face) you won. They had both gotten so good at it, now it was just a matter of who could break the record of 15.5 seconds. Thus far they hadn’t, but man, it was fun.
“Thank goodness!” Aunt Jodie cried, rushing back into the kitchen. “Only some dust. I’ll have the maid service vacuum twice.”
“Sounds like a plan, Dear,” Uncle Jeff said, licking a dab of pudding off his finger.
“I win,” Cody hissed.
“Cody!” Aunt Jodie snapped.
Cody jumped. “Yes?”
“When is your mother coming home?” she asked, looking a bit like an evil witch in her black leggings and long black floral tunic. She had fuzzy blonde hair that looked like a poodle’s and she always wore pointy high heels.
“Any minute,” Cody said. “She’s bringing the Chinese food,” he thought ruefully that Georgie’s family was eating a real meal…spaghetti, meatball sauce, garlic bread and salad…and they would all be helping make it at this time. Georgie’s family wasn’t obsessed with money and too busy to make supper. But if he complained, Aunt Jodie would go get her large collection of ads for starving people in third world countries to make him feel guilty. Cody was feeling guilty enough as it was at the moment, so he kept quiet.

 

 

 

 

Georgie wished she had a normal family, like Cody’s. One without siblings everywhere, screaming and tripping over each other. Or talking on their cell phones and telling you to get out of the room because they’re having personal room time. Or dog toys covered in drool everywhere.
“Moom!” Susan was shouting. “Brian stole my favorite pens and I was gonna write a letter to Grandma!”
A snicker from Brian could be heard from Georgie’s hiding place in the basement, curled up in a beanbag chair, hoping she wouldn’t be discovered anytime soon.
“Mom!” Brian’s voice hollered. “She hit me!”
Georgie pressed her hands over her ears, humming in an attempt to block the sound out.
Suddenly, Mrs. O’Kay’s voice broke through the noise barrier. “Georgie! Georgie I need you! Come here!”
Georgie through a small temper tantrum, throwing pillows and kicking small toys out of her way on her way up from the basement. She was decidedly lazy when it came to chores and boring work, and she was actually offended she was being called again to help. Rachel and Jessica never helped, because they were too busy.
Georgie came out the basement door into the kitchen, directly behind her mother, just as Mrs. O’Kay hollered, “Georgiiie!”
“Ah!”
“Ah! Georgie!” Mrs. O’Kay handed her John. “Don’t scare me. Go change his diaper. And then come back and help with supper,”
Georgie glowered with ungratefulness. “Fine,”
“Happy face,” Maria sang, dancing through the kitchen. “Mommy says we have to use a haaaapy face!”
“Yeehaw,” Georgie muttered.
“Happy face!”
“Maria, shut up!”
“Mom! She told me to shut up!”
“Georgie,”
“I’m going,” Georgie sighed.

Comments

Hhahahaha LOL

Wonderful!

You are wrighting a wonderful story full of real world stuff! It is exactly like a big family!( witch I should know! being the oldest of 5 kids!)

And its soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo Funny that they both want what the other has! us humans never can fined real happyness can we?! LOL! always looking out over the sunseting sky wanting more then we have, and then when we get it we want something more and different LOL!

Good job!

Kassady | Tue, 03/30/2010

"Here's looking at you, Kid"
---
Write On!

post

post chapter 4 PLEASE!!!!

Kassady | Wed, 03/31/2010

"Here's looking at you, Kid"
---
Write On!

I will as soon as its

I will as soon as its done! But its not yet *sad face*

Clare | Sat, 04/03/2010

Oh

Oh I hope you finish it soon!

Kassady | Wed, 04/07/2010

"Here's looking at you, Kid"
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Write On!

:P

This chapter was good!
I especially liked the part when Cody and his Uncle Jeff had the pudding contest. I hope chapter 4 will be up soon!!!!!!

Can't wait!

Kendra | Mon, 04/12/2010

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"Are you sure this water is sanitary? It looks questionable to me! But what about bacteria?"--Tantor the elephant from Tarzan.

Great!

 This story is so similar to the type I write! It's intriguing and I love it! I do feel bad for Cody, and can understand his emotions and lack of sensitivity (would you call it that or manners?)  

I can't wait to read chapter five!

Madeline | Wed, 06/09/2010

everything was better when/you would call and I'd be like/yeah babe, no way

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