Road to Clover (The Breanna Raven Series) Read Online Free
Author: Katarin Haley Pope
discussion. All of the women look up to her.
Mrs. Chase asks, “Has everyone heard what’s on the news?”
A dark haired lady answers, “They were first spotted on the west coast of the United States and Mexico.”
I want to butt in and ask what they’re talking about, but Mrs. Chase chimes right in before I can say a word. “The news reported that the United States Government is not sure of their intentions or where they come from. They have strange unknown markings, too.”
The dark haired lady is a know it all, and sometimes I try not to engage in any conversations with her when we’re at the bus stop. Plus, I feel like she doesn’t like me very much. She says to Mrs. Chase, “The government knows exactly who it is, but they’re not saying.”
“ I wish we could find out more.” Mrs. Chase says to the group in general.
All six women murmur at the same time .
“ Well, the channels should be up again soon.” The dark haired lady says.
“Ha s anyone heard from their significant others?” Mrs. Sabeen uncomfortably asks.
I like her. She reminds me of myself. Mrs. Sabeen is an outsider among the women in this community. Some of the mothers don’t speak to her because of something scandalous that happened after a Christmas party at the community clubhouse last year. I believe Mrs. Chase is the driving force behind almost all of the housewives turning against Mrs. Sabeen.
Mrs. Chase answers dryly, “I spoke to Jack just this morning.”
The other women begin to answer simultaneously, but the dark haired lady interrupts them with a nasty glare at Mrs. Sabeen, “You would be asking about other people’s husbands, wouldn’t you?”
I guess there is a pecking order to suburban housewives, too. The dark haired lady is acting worse than Jessica, and I feel bad for Mrs. Sabeen. Nonetheless, she sneers right back at the dark haired lady. I snicker. I think it’s awesome that she isn’t defeated by her.
Mrs. Chase moves on and says, “I’m sure everything will be fine.”
I hope so, too. I walk away from their discussion. There isn’t anything I’ll be able to get from them that will be helpful, anyway. Their conversations change to some movie they can’t wait to see that has some celebrity who’s probably ten times younger than they are.
Brett is now in the middle of the street bouncing his basketball, and he’s dancing with it and moving it around his waist. He soon grows bored of what he’s doing, and he glances at his wristwatch. I forgot my cell phone at the house. I wish I had it with me so I can see the time, as well.
After what seems like forever, there’s still no sign of the bus. There’s just a line of traffic outside of the gate. The mothers have stopped their conversations, and there is clear worry in their eyes. Mrs. Sabeen looks at her cell phone. I can tell the connection is still down by her expression, and she is beginning to panic. The black haired lady and the other women decide to leave the corner together. I wonder what they’re going to do. Mrs. Chase stays where she is and so does Mrs. Sabeen.
I decide to go to the front gate and look up Calla Lily Road. The traffic is at a complete standstill. I look back at the guy in the brick guard shack, and he looks preoccupied. I wonder if he knows what’s going on. I go to the door and knock on it. He nearly knocks me off my feet as he pushes the door out.
The guy looks really upset. I’m not sure if he’s mad at me or what, but he tells me to go away. I try to ask him if he knows what’s going on, but he slams the door shut again. I’m so annoyed. I can’t find out anything. All of this technology and different devices of communication, and I can’t find out one tangible thing!
That’s all I can simply do is wait for my sister. I look up the road in the direction where the school bus usually comes from. Now, there are people outside of their cars. They are standing around and talking to one another. This road never
Mrs. Chase asks, “Has everyone heard what’s on the news?”
A dark haired lady answers, “They were first spotted on the west coast of the United States and Mexico.”
I want to butt in and ask what they’re talking about, but Mrs. Chase chimes right in before I can say a word. “The news reported that the United States Government is not sure of their intentions or where they come from. They have strange unknown markings, too.”
The dark haired lady is a know it all, and sometimes I try not to engage in any conversations with her when we’re at the bus stop. Plus, I feel like she doesn’t like me very much. She says to Mrs. Chase, “The government knows exactly who it is, but they’re not saying.”
“ I wish we could find out more.” Mrs. Chase says to the group in general.
All six women murmur at the same time .
“ Well, the channels should be up again soon.” The dark haired lady says.
“Ha s anyone heard from their significant others?” Mrs. Sabeen uncomfortably asks.
I like her. She reminds me of myself. Mrs. Sabeen is an outsider among the women in this community. Some of the mothers don’t speak to her because of something scandalous that happened after a Christmas party at the community clubhouse last year. I believe Mrs. Chase is the driving force behind almost all of the housewives turning against Mrs. Sabeen.
Mrs. Chase answers dryly, “I spoke to Jack just this morning.”
The other women begin to answer simultaneously, but the dark haired lady interrupts them with a nasty glare at Mrs. Sabeen, “You would be asking about other people’s husbands, wouldn’t you?”
I guess there is a pecking order to suburban housewives, too. The dark haired lady is acting worse than Jessica, and I feel bad for Mrs. Sabeen. Nonetheless, she sneers right back at the dark haired lady. I snicker. I think it’s awesome that she isn’t defeated by her.
Mrs. Chase moves on and says, “I’m sure everything will be fine.”
I hope so, too. I walk away from their discussion. There isn’t anything I’ll be able to get from them that will be helpful, anyway. Their conversations change to some movie they can’t wait to see that has some celebrity who’s probably ten times younger than they are.
Brett is now in the middle of the street bouncing his basketball, and he’s dancing with it and moving it around his waist. He soon grows bored of what he’s doing, and he glances at his wristwatch. I forgot my cell phone at the house. I wish I had it with me so I can see the time, as well.
After what seems like forever, there’s still no sign of the bus. There’s just a line of traffic outside of the gate. The mothers have stopped their conversations, and there is clear worry in their eyes. Mrs. Sabeen looks at her cell phone. I can tell the connection is still down by her expression, and she is beginning to panic. The black haired lady and the other women decide to leave the corner together. I wonder what they’re going to do. Mrs. Chase stays where she is and so does Mrs. Sabeen.
I decide to go to the front gate and look up Calla Lily Road. The traffic is at a complete standstill. I look back at the guy in the brick guard shack, and he looks preoccupied. I wonder if he knows what’s going on. I go to the door and knock on it. He nearly knocks me off my feet as he pushes the door out.
The guy looks really upset. I’m not sure if he’s mad at me or what, but he tells me to go away. I try to ask him if he knows what’s going on, but he slams the door shut again. I’m so annoyed. I can’t find out anything. All of this technology and different devices of communication, and I can’t find out one tangible thing!
That’s all I can simply do is wait for my sister. I look up the road in the direction where the school bus usually comes from. Now, there are people outside of their cars. They are standing around and talking to one another. This road never
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