Chapter -5

Casey P.O.V

“Have you gotten out of work yet? I am almost done , about to leave the apartment ”. I placed the phone on the dressing table with the speaker on . I will go with the soft cherry colour lip gloss. It is going to bring out the colour of my dress . My dress was a red crop top, embroidered with black net and with a heart shaped neckline attached with a black leather body fit skirt that looked like a second skin , along with a belt .My ass looks good in the skirt. Usually I am more of a sweatpants and loose shirt kind of girl but I am jobless and soon will be a homeless kind of girl if I do not pay the rent soon, so why not treat myself for one day and forget the shit that has gone down. Placing the perfume back on the table to pop another mini Cooke in my mouth. Yumm these goodies are a piece of heaven. I rubbed my wrist against each other.

“What is the point of going for dinner if you are going after finishing a tank of cookies ?” I took another cookie and started munching loudly.

“Do you really think I am going to starve myself if my friends can not be on time?Ah thanks, I almost forgot to pack some ”.

“Why don't you order some food?” Zazu asked

“Hallo Ms memory loss. I am jobless and I have to save for rainy days. Anyways you both are paying for the dinner. I am just going for free food”. I pulled out the ankle length boots that have been lying in the back of my closet for over six months. My other cousin had gifted me but did not have time and place to wear them. It was black in colour with butterflies, one each on their back.

“Jokes apart, I have talked to the people I know about your job and sent out your resume. Hopefully they will contact us soon ” Before I could answer my phone pinged, notifying me that my cab had arrived.

“Ok my car has arrived. I need to go, we will talk about this later bye ”. I disconnected the call, took my clutch and phone . I really hope at least one of the companies will reply to me back. I had to lock my room, otherwise it would look as if an atom bomb of feathers had exploded in the room if I left it open with my cat. Tigger has no problem taking care of himself , in fact better than I take care of myself. I should take some training from him.

I think my family was traumatised when I told them I am moving to Los Angeles , my mother used to visit every other week. I think she came to make sure her daughter has not blasted the apartment like a dynamite. I do not blame her , we were kids when my stepfather's side of the family gave us a few packets of firecrackers which my parents were against. We were at our uncle and aunt’s house to celebrate some occasion. My stepfather took the firecrackers and hid them from us but not before we stole some rockets .

I don't know whose crazy idea it was , probably one of my cousins because I was an angel. I could not have done that. We lit up all the rockets at once , all our cousins were with us while the elders were enjoying themselves in the family room.

I think the rockets were defective or something because next thing we knew as soon as they launched the rockets, instead of going straight upward they began to go in different directions. Some entered in others houses, a few stuck in the branches of the trees and blew them there. Screaming started all over the neighbourhood. We saw Ms. Wilson , their seventy years old neighbour, ran out of her house in a towel and another towel wrapped around her head. She was screaming pointing at her house. Between all this one of the rockets turned its way and was moving towards us. We were a group of seven to eight children chased by a crazy firecracker , wherever we were going it was coming for us. We were going circles in the lawn.In the end our group splitted , everyone moved in different directions but unfortunately I became its prey . It did not leave me until I hid behind a tree and it blasted against the tree trunk.

By now the entire neighbourhood has come outside. Some due to sky rocket’s attack and some due to the chaos. Our family came out at that time to look at what was going on. Just as the last of our family stepped out our old tree house exploded. By now everyone knows where my stepfather has hid the firecrackers. Luckily the neighbours had called the fire station beforehand and not much damage had happened. They diffused the fire in the meantime. There was no other outbreak of fire other than the tree house which turned black .

When the chaos broke out , all eight children were not uttering a single word.By some miracle one of the neighbours said it must be the work of the next door neighbour's son. Those neighbours were the only ones that had not come out in this whole incident . The parents usually did not like to engage themselves in others' business.Our parents did not say a word though they could make out who is behind all this .

That neighbour’s children were completely brats and would pull worse pranks on everyone in the neighbourhood. They easily got out of any troubles because they were rich. Automatically the blame went on them first and the children had bursted some fireworks before us . So everything falls into pieces. By the mercy of God the bottle we used to hold the rockets was lost in all this drama and nobody put too much thought into how the tree house was almost blown away by the firecrackers.

After they went to their house and how much class they took those children I felt bad for them. We made the disaster and they faced the consequences of our deeds .No one listened to those kids ,even the parents did not protest. At least the neighbours did not place charges on them . They served minimal punishment but we were not so lucky. Our parents grounded us for months .

Though it did not sit well with the twins who did not chase troubles, troubles chased them. We are born walking disasters.