One Direction, Chapter 1, Day of Surprises part 3

At Home

The door is unlocked, is grandma home? She shouldn’t be back until 5:00, its 4:30. I twist the handle, wondering who could be inside. When I walk in there are no lights on, but all the windows are open. Grandma never opens the windows except at night. “Grandma!” I yell, I hear no reply except some shuffling upstairs. I walk up slowly, trying not to make a sound. The noise is coming from the panic room. Oh no! We don’t really use it as a panic room, but a place to store jewelry and other valuables. Is someone trying to rob us? Calm down Elliot, you’re a senior; you take self defense classes, you get all A’s, you were taught not to freak out if some one is trying to rob you, your fine. I pull out my pepper spray and make sure I can reach my phone if I need to. I walk in the panic room and see my grandma rummaging through some old photos of me and my dad. There is a tissue in her hand and her eyes are puffy. “Oh grandma!” I say.

We look through the photos and laugh at some of them, but also cry too. In less than 30 minutes we finished two boxes of tissues. By then we looked through every photo and are looking at the beautiful jewelry that mom used to wear. “Grandma?” I ask “June asked me if I could go to a concert with her. Can I go?” I ask. She looks up at me and smiles. “Of course you can go! When is it?”  I can’t believe I forgot to ask her! I tell grandma I’ll be right back and call June.

“Hello?”

“Hey June, when’s the concert? “

“So you decided to go!?”

“Yes, when’s the concert?”

“YAY! I’m so excited! Let me go tell my mom!”

“Wait! June! When’s the concert!”

The dialing tone noise comes up. Great! Just Great! I try calling her phone again but she doesn’t pick up. What am I going to do now?! Then I realized, I have her home phone number! Yes! I call her home and June’s mom picks up.

“Hello, the Miney residents.”

“Mrs. Miney? This is Elliot, June’s friend one of your neighbors?”

“Hello Elliot! How’s your grandmother?”

“My grandmother? She’s fine, look I need to know when the concert is.”

“I think it’s on December the 5. Hey! Isn’t that your birthday?”

“No my birthday is December the 3, but thanks anyway!”

“Have a good day Elliot!”

What a wonderful birthday present, going to a concert with a thousand girls screaming at boys. Whoopty Doo! I think sarcastically.