"Mom, I'm home!" Zoey called, though she didn't think her mother would really care. She
stomped up the stairs to her room, and paused at her parent's door.
Her mother was laughing. 'She sounds so fake,' Zoey thought. "Oh, Steve, your too much," she
said flirtatiously.
"And she's supposed to be married," Zoey scoffed as she dragged on slowly to her room. "Why
did dad even marry her? I coudn't care less. It's not like she pays any attention to me anyway."
Zoey opened her door, and tossed her bookbag onto her bed, and plopped down on the oriental
rug in the middle of her room. She looked around at her walls, which were splashed with bright
colours, and her bed spread, that was supposed to look tie-died. She was always a colourful
person, although she didn't always show it.
"Knock knock," Melanie's voice flowed through her door as she opened it.
"What are you doing here? I just saw you like half an hour ago."
Melanie shrugged. "I was bored?"
Zoey laughed. "Wanna stay the night?"
"Don't you want to ask first?"
"My mom won't care. She wouldn't care if I came home drunk. I could never come back and she
probably wouldn't notice. I think I should run away from home."
"Come on, Zoey, how far do you think you'd actully get?"
"Well...when I was five, I made it to the end of the street," Zoey said, flashing a grin.
Melanie smiled. "I remember that. You were mad because your dad had to go away on business
and you thought he wasn't coming back. Boy, you were really stupid back then, wern't you?"
Zoey laughed, and tossed her pillow, hitting Melanie directly in the forehead.
"Oh, you just brought it on, girl," Mel said, throwing it back at her, swatting her over the head
with it.
Zoey laughed, and grabbed another pillow, getting up off the floor, and hitting her with it
repeativly.
Melanie shreaked and jumped on her bed, sheilding her face with her arms.
Zoey just laughed.
"Zoey, shut up in there!" Mrs. Fielding called angrily. "I'm trying to have a conversation!"
Zoey sighed, and sat on the rug once again. "Why don't you shut up for a change," she
muttered.
Chapter Three
