RETURN TO MISTASIA
PHILLIP & WHIZZY TRILOGY (BOOK 2)
WAYS TO AVOID MY SISTER
Chapter 3
After breakfast I paced
around my house waiting for Phillip to arrive. I was bored out of my mind.
Sitting still isn’t one of my best traits. I would sit on the couch in the
basement for a couple of minutes. Then, I would walk around the couch before
sitting back down again.
When the doorbell rang, I
dashed upstairs leaping three steps at a time, which is a lot for my short
legs.
“I got it! I got it! I
got it!” I yelled at my sister as we both reached for the door handle. “I got
it,” I said in a little bit calmer voice.
“Alright,” Rachel replied
while giving me a peculiar expression. I think she was questioning my sanity at
that point.
Rachel stood next to me
waiting. I didn’t open the door though. I glanced at her, then the door before
looking back at her again.
“What?” She snapped.
“Open the door.”
“Are you gonna stand
there?” I asked.
“Whizzy, what’s wrong
with you?”
“What? Nothing’s wrong
with me. Don’t you have to go do your hair or something?” I sounded like an
idiot. Then, the doorbell rang again.
“I wanted to say ‘hi’ to
Phillip,” Rachel replied. She seemed hurt that I was questioning what she was
doing, like she was Phillip’s best friend.
“Well, he’s here to see
me!” I almost couldn’t believe I said it. I was fighting with my sister over my
best friend…who just happened to like my sister.
“Whizzy, can you open the
door?” Phillip’s muffled voice came through. “It’s really cold out here.”
Suddenly, I snapped out
of my haze and opened the door.
Phillip was bundled up in
a light green jacket that had “GHS” embroidered on the chest in large white
letters with a gold trim. The letters stood for Greenville High School. His
floppy brown hair was hanging out from underneath his winter hat, which matched
his jacket. He was now over six-feet tall and really skinny. I only came up to
his chest.
Phillip had adjusted to
high school much better than I did. I wouldn’t be caught dead in our school’s
jacket.
“It’s freezing out
there,” Phillip chattered. He rubbed his cold hands together.
Phillip Harper had been
my best friend for as long as I could remember. He had also pined for my sister
nearly as long.
“Hey, Rachel,” Phillip
smiled.
He wouldn’t have been
able to speak around her last year, but Mistasia changed him…all of us really.
Last year Rachel wouldn’t have been standing at the cold front door when
Phillip got here either.
After a couple of awkward
moments of them looking at each other I pulled him toward the basement and told
Rachel she could talk to him later.
I spent most of the day
attempting to avoid my sister. Every time Phillip and I would start something
she would check in on us. First, we played bowling but only finished three
frames. She came downstairs with sodas and pretzels, and the next thing I knew,
her and Phillip were sitting on the couch together. Then, when we started
watching a movie, “The Captain’s Loot”, an awesome story about pirates, she
joined us. She even flopped right down between us. At one point, I thought she
and Phillip were holding hands. Then, we played basketball…or maybe I should
say dodge ball because I spent more time avoiding getting drilled in the face
with the ball than anything. Phillip kept blocking all my shots. In my attempt
to get Rachel to leave us alone, I had asked Phillip if he would play
basketball…which I never do for two reasons. One, he is really tall, and two,
he’s on the high school junior varsity basketball team. Whenever we play, he
kills me. Sometimes I don’t even score. So technically, Rachel ruined my game
with Phillip without even playing. Finally, I dragged Phillip upstairs to the
one place that I figured my sister would never go…my bedroom. She says it
smells funny, which I like because it keeps her away. However, our alone time
didn’t last very long. It was dinnertime.
Copyright Held by: Christopher M. Purrett
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