Double post, I know
. I'm sorry
, but I had to post the next chapter. Maybe I'll get more reviews. The beginning to the story is rather slow. Anyways, before I spill any more beans, here's the next part.Lupus WardChapter 1 Part 2
“How long before we get there?” Iris asked in a tired, annoyed voice.
“Not for awhile, dear.” replied Mr. Porter.
“Why don’t you take a nap, Iris? I’ll wake you up when we reach the next pit stop, okay?” Mrs. Porter was worried about Iris. “She looks so tired.” Mrs. Porter said to herself.
Mr. Porter was driving, since he already knew somewhat of the way. Mrs. Porter was riding shot gun and acting as the navigator, with a few maps folded out over her lap. Iris was sitting behind the drivers’ seat, leaning against a big, fluffy pillow against the window. Even though it was almost afternoon, she still felt the morning chill, so she had a blanket over herself as well.
Iris shifted in her seat. “How long before the next pit stop?”
“Not for awhile, dear.” Mr. Porter said again looking in the rear view mirror at her. “Your mother is right, you should rest Iris. Your eyes look blood shot. Didn’t you get any sleep last night?”
“I had a nightmare.” Iris gazed out of her window. “It was horrible.”
“What was it about?” Mrs. Porter asked. Iris could see the concern in her mother’s face.
“I don’t know. I can’t remember it anymore, except it was horrible.” Iris lied. Iris knew exactly what happened in her nightmare, she didn’t want to repeat it, for it would make her think about it more.
“You should still get some more sleep, dear. I promise to wake you up at our next pit stop.” said Mrs. Porter tenderly.
“Okay, thank you mom”
Mrs. Porter smiled back at Iris, and then went back to playing the role of navigator again.
Iris leaned back against her pillow and shifted in her seat. “Sometimes these car seats are so uncomfortable” Iris said to herself. “Then again,” she continued, “This car isn’t the exactly the best thing on the market.”
The Porter family was driving in a medium-sized, silver car. The car had enough room to sit five people, but all the extra space was used up by the luggage. The car was a little past it’s prime. There were a few rust spots here and there on the outside, and the window on the right side of the back seat rolled down only half way. Mr. Porter put all of his biology tools in a small trailer that was hooked onto the back of the car, to haul with them.
Iris looked out her window, watching the cars, trees, and fields pass by. She suddenly felt very tired, “Maybe I should take a nap.” She said to herself. “It wouldn’t hurt.” She closed her eyes and fell asleep a few minutes later.
“Honey… Dear… Iris wake up.”
Iris heard the soft, gentle, voice of her mother. “W-what mom?” Iris said, still half asleep.
“We’re at a gas station. Why don’t you get out and stretch your legs for awhile. The way you were sleeping looked so uncomfortable.” Mrs. Porter said, and then closed the car door and walked back into the gas station.
“Okay.” Iris yawned. She stretched her arms by pushing them against the roof of the car and sighed with relief. She tossed her pillow aside. “Where is my blanket? Oh, there it is.” She looked down at her feet and saw the blanket on the car floor. “I must have got to hot in my sleep and toke it off. It is pretty warm outside today.” Iris looked out her window and saw that the gas station was almost out in the middle of no where. All she could see was endless sea of dry land.
“I thought we were going to a forest.” Iris laughed to herself as she opened the car door. She put on leg out and stretched it and repeated the action with her other leg. She hopped out of the car, shut the door and began to walk to the door of the gas station. She kicked a few pebbles aside as she walked up to the door, with her hands in her pockets. She stepped up on the cement step, opened the door, and was greeted by a blast of cool air. “Thank goodness for air conditioning.” she said to herself.
She walked slowly, looking around the walls of the gas station. She looked to her side and saw her mother and father sitting in one of the booths, talking and sipping some coffee. They looked over and waved at her, giving a warm smile. Iris waved back and gave them the “I don’t know you” look. She walked over and sat down a booth that was two behind the one her mother and father were sitting in.
“Iris, are you thirsty? I’ll give you money to buy water.” Mr. Porter said, cheerfully.
Iris bolted out of her seat and ran up to her father and mother. “Yes please!” Iris smiled. Mr. Porter toke out his wallet and pulled a dollar out of it and handed it to Iris. “Thanks, pops.”
“No problem.” replied her father, and then went back to talking with Mrs. Porter.
Iris walked up to the white counter which was lined up with mints and donation boxes. “What can I get for you?” said a corpulent man with black hair and brown eyes. Iris presumed he was of Native American descent because of his tanned skin and high cheek bones. “I’ll have water please.” As the man walked back to the freezer full of various beverages, Iris looked over to her right and glanced back at the Porter family car.
“That car looks like a total piece of crap.” Iris said to herself. “I wish we had something better. Something cool, like a thunderbird, or a mustang, or-” Suddenly a black viper with silver flames drove up to the gas pump ahead of the Porter car and stopped to fill up with gas. “A viper! Wow. That car looks so awesome.”
“Here you go.” said the Native American man behind the counter as he placed the water in front of Iris. Iris snapped back to reality and grabbed the water. “Thank you.”
“Your welcome.” replied the man.
Iris walked back to her booth, sat down, and opened her water bottle. She lifted it up to her mouth and toke a few swigs, feeling the cool, refreshing water hit the back of her dry throat. She heard the ring of the bell above the door chime as someone walked in. “It must be the person that drives that sweet looking viper!” she thought.
“Well, if it isn’t Belinda! Long time no see, kiddo.” Iris her the man behind the counter say. Iris looked over and saw a woman around her mid twenties, pale skinned, with long jet black hair, dark sunglasses, and a black ten gallon hat. She wore what looked like a biker vest, which was made of black leather, with teasels. She had a white t-shirt underneath her vest, and wore dark blue jeans, with black cow boots.
“Hello Elan.” Belinda said as she walked up to the counter. “Looks like you lost some weight since I last saw you.”
“You think so?” Elan said as he looked down at his stomach. “Thanks for the kind words Belinda, but I don’t think I’ve lost a pound. I more likely gained one.” he said with a chuckle. Belinda walked over to the freezer to the left of the counter and pulled out a strawberry Popsicle, and then placed it on the counter. “Will that be all?” Elan said with a big smile. “Yes, that will be all,” she said as she handed him the money. “And I won’t give you another cent!” she hissed jokingly. Elan laughed as he put the money in the cash register and got Belinda’s change. “Here’s your change, Belinda.” Elan said, still chuckling. Belinda toke the change, and without hesitation, put the change in a donation box for an orphanage. Belinda unwrapped her strawberry Popsicle as she turned around to get a seat, when she was face to face with some red-headed girl.
“Hi!” Iris said with an innocent smile.
“Uh…Hello.” replayed Belinda as she walked past Iris, and sat at one of the booths closest to the back of the gas station. Iris followed her and sat down in the seat across from Belinda, water in hand.
“That’s an awesome car you’ve got!” said Iris as she pointed to the viper.
"Thanks, I did the paint job myself. Before the paint job it looked like shit.” Belinda said while licking her Popsicle.
“My name is Iris. What’s yours?” Iris said, extending her hand for a handshake.
“Belinda. Nice to meet you.” Belinda said while shaking her hand. While they were shaking hands, Iris noticed a scale tattoo on Belinda’s right arm.
“Wow! That’s a bad ass tattoo!” Iris pointed out.
“Oh… That? It’s nothing. Not really that much of a tattoo.” Belinda said looking to the side, out the window, at the seemingly endless desert.
“Still think it’s cool. I can’t wait tell I get a tattoo.” Iris said, and then toke another drink of her water.
“So, where are you from, kid?” asked Belinda.
“From Kingston. It’s a good sized city. I love the city; I’ve been there all my life. You should visit it sometime.” Iris started feeling homesick right after see spoke.
“I’ve passed through that city once or twice, I think. I’ve heard many good things about Kingston. I grew up out here, in the country. I want to leave this place and move to the city, but for some reason, I always find myself coming back to this area. I don’t think I’ll ever leave.” Belinda said, leaning back against her seat.
“I and my family are on a vacation. My mom and dad are sitting over there.” Iris pointed over to her parents. Belinda turned around and looked at Mr. And Mrs. Porter, who looked up and waved to them. Belinda and Iris waved back at them, and then Belinda turned back to the front of her seat. “You’ve got some nice parents.” Belinda said.
“Yeah, they are nice, but they can be a pain in the butt sometimes.”
Belinda laughed. “I felt the same way when I was your age, but I realized how lucky I was to have parents. However, my parents were killed in a train accident when I was fourteen, and I spent the rest of my teen years in an orphanage. No one ever toke me in, they just toke the other kids, but, then again, some of those kids didn’t even know their parents. Anyways, when I was old enough to move out on my own, I came back here. The people here still remembered me, and they toke me in when no one else would. I consider the residents of this area as my family. See that guy over there at the counter? That’s Elan. He’s like a big brother to me. When I came back I needed a job to support myself, and gave me one here at the gas station. I don’t make much, but it’s enough for the rent.”
“Wow… I don’t know what I’d do if my parents got hurt. I would have no one else to go to. All my grandparents died before I was born, and my mom and dad have no brother’s or sisters. You’re a strong person; not very many people would turn out as good as you.”
“True, but I’m only this way because I had help. I would have never made it if I didn’t move here.”
Iris felt the strong, comforting hand of her father come down on her shoulder. She looked up at him and he gave her the look that it was time to go. Her mother had already walked out and heading toward the car.
“I’ll be there in a minute, dad.”
Mr. Porter smiled down at Iris, and then turned to go out the door. As he walked out the door, the familiar ring of the door bell was nowhere to be heard.
“Uh oh, I think my dad broke the door bell.” Iris said with a worried expression.
“Don’t worry, that door bell is a piece of junk. I swear I repair it three times a month.” Belinda replied, as she rose from her seat and walked over to the counter.
The Porter family car’s horn was beeping multiple times, giving Iris the signal that it was time to go. Iris got up from her seat and walked to the door, and when she was right about to open it, Belinda spoke: “See you later, kid.” Iris turned to look at Belinda for the last time, replying with “Take care“. Iris walked out of the gas station and headed for the Porter family car, while thinking to herself: “Belinda’s tattoo was really detailed. She must have gone through a lot of trouble to find an artist with that kind of skill.”
So? Comments? Suggestions? The action will pick up next chapter I promise
. The whole purpose of this chapter was to understand the character Iris. Thanks for reading