Forest City 3 Chapter 13 -Anti-friend-

    "Clove, Chester, come along!" Hazel called after us, we were at the hospital and we were waiting for SOOOO long, what was taking mom so long. It's just a baby!

    "Are we going to see the baby!" I called after Hazel.

    "No, I'm going to take you two to get some snacks from the cafe," Hazel replied, "I'm going to need a shot of espresso to keep me up." Hazel used to be a big coffee drinker back then, now she drinks tea, a lot of it, I can't ever watch a movie with her without being interrupted every 10-20 minutes by her getting up to go to the bathroom.

    Hazel reached her hands out to me and Chester, we both took one of her hands and walked with her to the cafeteria. That's where Grandpa and Grandma Summerwood were, they sat at a round table for six, apparently dad would be down here too.

    "Oh I can't wait to meet our granddaughter," Grandpa began.

    "I wonder what they'll name her?" Hazel replied, "I suggested Macadamia."

    "I wanted a little brother," Chester pouted.

    "Oh Chester, now that's no way to talk about your little sister," Grandma croaked.

    "I was the same way when I was little," Hazel replied, "I HATED George when he was a baby."

    "Oh, but you two were inseparable after the first four months of his life," Grandpa added.

    "Are you excited about your sister Clove?" Grandma asked.

    "I'M SO EXCITED!!!" I practically screeched again. An old cat glared at me from across the room, then stuck his face back into his newspaper.

    "Calm down dear, you'll cause a commotion," Grandma practically whispered, "you got your mother's spirit."

    That's when dad came and sat down, he looked tired, more tired than an 8 hour work day. I couldn't wait to hear what he had to say.

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    I stepped into the hospital room, Monty lay down with his arm in a cast, he smiled slightly.

    "Hey," I started, not knowing what to say, I found the words, "Sorry about all of this."

    "Don't fret," Monty replied, "Tora... Tora did this."

    "I had a feeling he would... did he ever live out on a farm eight to nine years ago?" I asked quite randomly.

    "What makes you ask that at a time like this?"

    "He just seems so familiar, like, I've known him back in elementary school," I continued, "I think he used to bully me, then we became friends."

    "Entertain me," Monty requested.

    I guess I have to tell him about a kid that I think I knew.