Chapter 2 The special trip

I heard one of my siblings sigh's, probably thinking we'll be on standby longer then we intercepted. I knew each of their sighs meaning and I was very certain this one came from Zoe. The others all had different meanings as well. Right after I thought this. I heard her say.

"Are they ever gonna finish?"

Another sighs expelled from Christopher's voiceless speech. Seating back to pull out his cellphone and began drifting away with his texting addiction. But as we all silenced waiting for them, I knew Christopher's sighs only meant one thing. His probably getting irritated by Zoe's response just cause he always thinks the worst whenever Mom and dad argue's and that is one thing: divorce.

"You know Zoe. If you can just learn to hold onto your thoughts maybe someday just maybe...."

"Oh Wow! what did I say now?" Zoe turned provoked looking up to her right shoulder, gazing at Christopher.

"Geez! mom and dad is arguing and all you can think about is going faster?"

"Hallelujah! and what is so wrong with going faster? even mom is admitting that. Didn't you hear? and besides mom and dad sometimes fight's and It does not mean they're about to forget their vows and divorce. It's normal, chill"

"O-kay! back up now, I think we're done here. This is definitely not getting cool now"

Clock voiced with his cocky deep voice. Hissing loud out of the blew in the car, at his front seat ahead of us In the middle of the Van. We are all packed in a BMW navy Van that was not too old but an attention stealer in large wheels.

Arranged with seven car seats; two seats at the front, two seats In the middle and three at the back. Clock has even turned over, removing the earplugs from his ears folding his white wired sets. Looking like he was more than keen to intervine and break the sour tension. Now that was my first eldest brother of them all, not that I have forgotten. Oh well you'd almost forget If you have a quiet sibling like Clock William Cooper.

A very quiet classic that one. He hardly utter's eight sentences in one day, even Christopher was way better than him. He'd probably even hate me for comparing him with Time. Yes, the nickname that they gave him was 'Time' resembling Clock. You'd think he was told he'd die If he had a proper long conversation with anyone.

Though there was just one thing I found a mystery about him. Is that whenever he opened his mouth, the whole family will drool over him and agree. A big ogre of peace, a walking machine with large hands and biceps. He he! I once wanted to look like him. His one punch literally torn uncle Jacob and left him Into shambles with his knees dancing In tunes. He was very drunk the other day and insulted dad. Unfortunately Clock never wasted time.

"Remember when Zoe used to hide at the dog's house at Charle's? whenever we played hide and seek?" Clock raised the question. While his earphones delicately stayed wrapped in his fingers, gawking at our seats. "Come on man, let's drop it. This is not going to work, not this time broh" Christopher declared.

"Who would defend her everytime she gets caught?"

"Oh yeah, I remember that one at the Slaughterhouse" Paige mimicked with her cheeks immediately stretching wide apart and her brunette ponytail keeps swinging with her every turn.

"And the way he sang it was like a goat drowning at the borehole" Paige and Clock suddenly dropped a bomb of a sharpening laughter. Cracking It's way out from their shaking lungs. As small as I was without comprehending much but the goat part really hit me as well and my lungs just danced from the laughter with them. I even dropped the toy in my hand imagining Christopher's singing out of tune. It must have been the most horrible day of their lives.

"Now that is so not true. Chris never sang!"

"They're lying I never sang at the slaughterhouse. When, when did that happened?"

"Again they are lying! you guys like ganging up on useless staff. If I remember alright It's you! that sang not him" Zoe even brew so forth in her seat, sharply pointing at Clock with her burning index finger.

"Now who's defending Chris?" Clock asked. Gazing at both of them after our giggles has finally dusted. Now Zoe and Chris are reacting sort of embarrassed after receiving Clock's question. Both of them seems to be resorting to their shells on top of their heads. Until one of them finally came through to speak up.

"Oh well...Sorry" Zoe muttered. And Christopher followed,

"Sorry"

"Aw! are my babies making up?" Mom poped the question peeping at the slightly opened window with dad. Only to unexpectedly find that all along they've been on standby eavesdropping to my siblings Pep talk. Another new laughter leaped from all of my siblings.

"Bravo! you finally done. Have the same argument again in front of us and Chris will bite my head off" Zoe murmured. Small giggles started arising again.

"His still has phobia that you might divorce" Paige mocked.

"Shut up!" Chris covered her mouth. "A divorce? Petterson please come and hear this with me"

"That's sure Chris" Dad uttered after hanging on with his big fingers at the window glass. And his beady eyes popped out, scanning each of us to find Chris behind that small gap. "Hey buddy" I got surprised catching his eyes located at my seat after thinking he was talking to Chris.

"How's it like to seat at your old brother's lap? is he comfortable Chris?"

"Yeah but the problem is the size of his head" Everyone laughed in the car right after Chris uttered that and there was I, lifting my chin up to gaze at him with a hideous face to know let him know I heard that. And when I touched my head thinking about his words and the laughter from the car blurted even louder, all of them staring at me.

"Don't worry Tom his just jealous that you too cute to be true" Zoe grabbed my shoulders and squeezed me too tight while she kissed my forhead, burrying her mouth and nose right at the curtain of my hanging blonde. We then saw dad talking with mom briefly before he speeded back inside the car but I noticed mom walking distantly from the car. Immediately, I reached out to the window and hit the glass so loud so she can turn. Paige yelled, pushing my knees that were pricking her thighs.

"Ouch, Tom, get off! mamma's boy" Oh yes, I was the biggest mamma's boy in the house and perhaps the only one. They can joke about anything with me but they absolutely couldn't joke about mom not coming back home from work. Mom was my obvious favourite among the family member. Even dad envied how much I'd stick with her throughout the entire day. Moving around with her whenever she cooked, cleaned or watched her type whatever she was typing from work. Most of the times I couldn't recall what kind of work she does with dad but I do remember mom telling me about it and strangely I'd immediately forget.

"Mom what are you doing?" I'd ask. She'll first sigh and respond, "Typing Thomas" I'll watch her fingers speed off like a lightening. Tapping the black keyboard with her pink polished nails, you can see she spends dollars buying products just to keep them clean.

"Why?" I'd ask again.

"Oh my God Tom I tell you EVERYDAY. I'm an aditor-in- Chief, mom and dad runs the largest company in Johannesburg and so I'm responsible for whatever happens"

"The Chief you said, So it means you get to seat on your throne at work like a King? and commend everybody else to do things for you? Even dad?"

Mom immediately covered her face, leaning over her swinging chair and blurted out loud with giggles, resonating her precious feminine voice.

"Oh my goodness....I cannot, I cannot take this. Thomas you need to stop now. Pitt needs to hear this, you know you only four right? Who made you so smart?"

And that happened very recently but now we we're here. That's me rapidly unlocking the car and ran after her. Could not stay away, I always ran after her. She first refused to give back what belonged to both of us, cornered by what called clinginess. Trying to make me get used to it, I should be restricted, occasionally when she's gone.