I picked at my dinner plate, shoving the steak around with my fork. It smelled mouth
watering, but I didn't trust anything served by Mother. The rest of Church was an ordeal- I
couldn't wait for it to end. The rest of service Mother had had her paw clamped on my shoulder
in a seemingly motherly fashion, but I knew she really didn't want me to slip away to the
bathroom again.
"Cho, why are you picking at your food? I thought you liked steak," Mother scolded.
I did. Just not when she cooked it. "I'm not. I'm just arranging it. On my plate."
I waited for her to look away, then flipped my pork over and stabbed it with my fork
absentmindedly.
"Stop playing with your food, Cho," Father said angrily. "Why do you have to be so difficult?"
I'm not! I'm normally a good kid- if you were my real parents I'd listen.
I stopped playing with my food anyway and I stuck it my mouth, forcing it down. It
wasn't that bad- actually, it was delicious - but I didn't want her to know that I liked
it. Instead, I frowned and went on to the next bite.
"We'll be picking up Nora tonight," Mother announced. She got up and collected Father's
dishes, dumping them in the sink. "So we'll be out for a while. You'll be okay alone, won't
you, Cho?" She fixed her pale red gaze on me. "No throwing parties?"
You mean, don't do anything that would possibly expose you or Father, I thought.
"Yeah. Sure."
Dad laughed at her joke, even though we all knew what she really meant. I nibbled at the
rest of my food and watched Mother and Father put on their coats.
"We'll be back in a bit, don't do anything that might get you in trouble!" Mother called. She
closed the front door, and I heard the doorknob twist as she locked it.
"Well, there go my plans of escape," I said sarcastically. I had already considered running
away, but the strange spirit who had been watching me might be more able to get at me-
it didn't seem to be able to get in my house, so staying was the best option for me. Not only
that, but I would be more able to find my parents if I stayed here. Besides, Mother and Father
didn't act as if they intended any real harm. Not for now, anyways.
I waited to hear the car pull out of the driveway, then shoved back my chair and bolted upstairs.
Earlier this afternoon after Church they had practically moved into my parents room. They
hadn't brought any stuff with them that I knew of through the front door at least, but I had a feeling
they did move some of their belongings into that room.
I jiggled the doorknob. It was locked. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a bobby bin, sticking
it in the hole and wiggling it around. Whenever I tried this on my sister's room it broke, but this
time luck was with me and the door popped open with a satisfying click.
It swung open. I stepped in and looked around, my parents room looking the same as it always had
been. Nothing looked disturbed. I pulled up the rugs- nothing. I tossed back the bed sheets, peeked
under the bed, snooped in their drawers. Still nothing. Then I remembered my mom hiding her
chocolate in a secret drawer behind her dresser- 'So your father won't get it,' She said with a wink.
If Mother knew I liked steak, why wouldn't she know about the secret drawer? Slowly, I reached
behind her dresser and pulled the drawer open, feeling inside. There was something there- cold,
and metal. I snatched it quickly and stuck it in my pocket, quickly trying to arrange everything
just right so it wouldn't look like I hadn't been snooping. My investigation had taken longer than
I thought it would, and Mother and Father would be back in a little bit.
watering, but I didn't trust anything served by Mother. The rest of Church was an ordeal- I
couldn't wait for it to end. The rest of service Mother had had her paw clamped on my shoulder
in a seemingly motherly fashion, but I knew she really didn't want me to slip away to the
bathroom again.
"Cho, why are you picking at your food? I thought you liked steak," Mother scolded.
I did. Just not when she cooked it. "I'm not. I'm just arranging it. On my plate."
I waited for her to look away, then flipped my pork over and stabbed it with my fork
absentmindedly.
"Stop playing with your food, Cho," Father said angrily. "Why do you have to be so difficult?"
I'm not! I'm normally a good kid- if you were my real parents I'd listen.
I stopped playing with my food anyway and I stuck it my mouth, forcing it down. It
wasn't that bad- actually, it was delicious - but I didn't want her to know that I liked
it. Instead, I frowned and went on to the next bite.
"We'll be picking up Nora tonight," Mother announced. She got up and collected Father's
dishes, dumping them in the sink. "So we'll be out for a while. You'll be okay alone, won't
you, Cho?" She fixed her pale red gaze on me. "No throwing parties?"
You mean, don't do anything that would possibly expose you or Father, I thought.
"Yeah. Sure."
Dad laughed at her joke, even though we all knew what she really meant. I nibbled at the
rest of my food and watched Mother and Father put on their coats.
"We'll be back in a bit, don't do anything that might get you in trouble!" Mother called. She
closed the front door, and I heard the doorknob twist as she locked it.
"Well, there go my plans of escape," I said sarcastically. I had already considered running
away, but the strange spirit who had been watching me might be more able to get at me-
it didn't seem to be able to get in my house, so staying was the best option for me. Not only
that, but I would be more able to find my parents if I stayed here. Besides, Mother and Father
didn't act as if they intended any real harm. Not for now, anyways.
I waited to hear the car pull out of the driveway, then shoved back my chair and bolted upstairs.
Earlier this afternoon after Church they had practically moved into my parents room. They
hadn't brought any stuff with them that I knew of through the front door at least, but I had a feeling
they did move some of their belongings into that room.
I jiggled the doorknob. It was locked. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a bobby bin, sticking
it in the hole and wiggling it around. Whenever I tried this on my sister's room it broke, but this
time luck was with me and the door popped open with a satisfying click.
It swung open. I stepped in and looked around, my parents room looking the same as it always had
been. Nothing looked disturbed. I pulled up the rugs- nothing. I tossed back the bed sheets, peeked
under the bed, snooped in their drawers. Still nothing. Then I remembered my mom hiding her
chocolate in a secret drawer behind her dresser- 'So your father won't get it,' She said with a wink.
If Mother knew I liked steak, why wouldn't she know about the secret drawer? Slowly, I reached
behind her dresser and pulled the drawer open, feeling inside. There was something there- cold,
and metal. I snatched it quickly and stuck it in my pocket, quickly trying to arrange everything
just right so it wouldn't look like I hadn't been snooping. My investigation had taken longer than
I thought it would, and Mother and Father would be back in a little bit.