Homeschoolers in Highschool, Part Three

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" That's cool I can go fine them by myself I guess," she told him, with a frown.

Dan sighed. He didn't want to get into a fight with Chilena, but he didn't want to go searching for her parents - it seemed like sometihng that a family member should be present for. But he didn't want to tell her in fear that she would get sad or mad at him.
 
Jen walked into the living room where her father and brother were cheering on the football game.

"Dad, I'm going over to Brendan's house, okay?" she said.

Her father looked at her and nodded. "Be back before ten. Your mother's coming home tomorrow; apparently she has some shoots in Brooklyn tonight or something."

Jen nodded and sat on the arm of the couch, watching the game as well.
 
It seemed to Alipang that Summer's Dad was really comprehending the jokes; and Summer herself seemed to have a natural gift for understanding his efforts to comment coherently. Alipang would have to do more of this--whether or not any new feeling ever sprang up between him and Summer. He remembered that there was a big book of clean jokes on a bookshelf at home. He would need to bring that along next time.

Then another idea came to him, and the idea brought the cellphone into his hand almost as fast as if it were his knife in a streetfight. He dialled....Grant, the church guitarist.

"Grant! You remember Summer, the girl from church whose Dad's in a wheelchair? I think the Lord's giving me an idea! He responds to hearing jokes told...so I bet you anything he would respond to SINGING!"
 
Kaitlyn tried not to focus on the voices floating up the stairs. Instead, she tried to think about food. Every time, Jas....every, single... cheesecake ...your Mom and I... apple pie ...it's not like there... pizza ...and every time I do... more pizza ...you two are so... pizza? Kaitlyn's stomach rumbled. Good, good. No, bad! What was she thinking? "The fridge is downstairs, Genius." Kaitlyn muttered to herself.

She slid off her bed and stared down at the elephant in her hands. "Hi, Smoky." She said quietly, and her eyes darted around until she was sure the room was safe from prying eyes. "I haven't talked to you since like, fifth grade. Does that make me a bad Mommy?" Smoky just stared at her with light blue glass eyes. Kaitlyn tossed her stuffed elephant back on the bed. "Yeah, me too." She agreed with the inanimate object. About what? Who cared....
 
Jen walked into the living room where her father and brother were cheering on the football game.

"Dad, I'm going over to Brendan's house, okay?" she said.

Her father looked at her and nodded. "Be back before ten. Your mother's coming home tomorrow; apparently she has some shoots in Brooklyn tonight or something."

Jen nodded and sat on the arm of the couch, watching the game as well.

Walks up, and rings Jen's doorbell.
 
Dan sighed. He didn't want to get into a fight with Chilena, but he didn't want to go searching for her parents - it seemed like sometihng that a family member should be present for. But he didn't want to tell her in fear that she would get sad or mad at him.


She put her bag on her shoulder " I guess I should go home now," she told him, with a frown.
 
The doorbell rang at the Katon house. There on the front step were a white man and a black woman: Pastor Tom Stetzer of Redemption Free Church, and his wife Isobel. They didn't usually bother people at home in this way; but having some awareness of Jason Katon's situation, they had felt after long prayers that the Holy Spirit was leading them to butt in just a little bit. _Someone_ in the Katon household might be ready to talk with them, even if Jason wasn't.
 
" What ever," she told him, rolling her eyes why did she come there the first place? her own befriend didn't care anything about her or finding her real family " Dan I-I don't if I want to see you tomorrow," she told him.
 
The doorbell rang at the Katon house. There on the front step were a white man and a black woman: Pastor Tom Stetzer of Redemption Free Church, and his wife Isobel. They didn't usually bother people at home in this way; but having some awareness of Jason Katon's situation, they had felt after long prayers that the Holy Spirit was leading them to butt in just a little bit. _Someone_ in the Katon household might be ready to talk with them, even if Jason wasn't.

The yelling stopped suddenly, all three, Mom, Dad, and Jason turned to the door. Jason could just make out the pastor and his wife. He ran upstairs muttering something about the bathroom.

Mr. Steve Katon opened the door and donned a smile.
"Well! What a surprise!" Mrs. Shelby Katon said, with a forced grin.
 
" What ever," she told him, rolling her eyes why did she come there the first place? her own befriend didn't care anything about her or finding her real family " Dan I-I don't if I want to see you tomorrow," she told him.

Dan sighed. "I'll be at home anyways. I'm not going to school tomorrow." he said, and coughed.
 
She put her hand on his fore hand " Man Dan what am I do with you?," she told him, walking into his kitchen " What did the doctor say?," she asked, while walking back to him " Here eat drink this," she told him.
 
She put her hand on his fore hand " Man Dan what am I do with you?," she told him, walking into his kitchen " What did the doctor say?," she asked, while walking back to him " Here eat drink this," she told him.


"It's just a bug," hee said and drank the drink. "I'm a pretty slow healer, so I should be at school in a few days." he smiled.

"I can't wait until Labor Day," he sighed.
 
What Tom Stetzer said to Mrs. Katon was not a lie, for it was something he and Isobel had really discussed. It just was a matter of not pushing the touchiest issues to the front.

"Good evening, Mrs. Katon. Before I say who I am, you need to know that I don't want one cent of your money! I'm Pastor Stetzer from Redemption Free Church, and this is my wife Isobel. We're close friends of the dentist you go to, Eric Havens, whose son Alipang is a friend of Jason's. We're sponsoring some children's activities at the lakeside Labor Day festival. We were wondering whether Jason or Kaitlyn might be willing to volunteer there, such as by running a face-painting booth or overseeing the inflated moon-walk chamber?"
 
She kissed his forehead " Well get better all right," she told him, gaving him some pills " here don't for get about this," she told him, with a smile.
 
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