House Arrest by K.A. Holt Page A
Authors: K.A. Holt
Tags: ISBN 978-1-4521-4084-1, Diaries—Juvenile fiction. 2., Juvenile delinquents—Juvenile fiction. 3., Detention of persons—Juvenile fiction. [1. Novels in verse. 2. Diaries—Fiction. 3. Juvenile delinquency—Fiction. 4. Detention of persons--Fiction.], I. Title.
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a baby ,he shouted over the noise
and I laughed
because since when do babies purr?
Despite my outburst the Carnival of Giving is still on
even though the PTA
or some of the PTA
is grumbling about it
according to José
who was listening in on the phone call
his mother got.
Lucky Timothy,
ex-vigilante,
almost-ex-criminal,
didnât ruin everything
this time
I hope.
WEEK 46
O
M
G
shut
up
James
you
do
not
live
in
Butt
Creek
Apartments
weâre
not
going
to
be
neighbors
what
just
what
When I told Mrs. B about
Momâs job interview coming up
her face exploded into a smile.
Like, it went from
Superserious Mrs. B face to
BAM
HUGE SMILING FACE.
It was a little creepy.
I mean,
in a good way.
A speech.
A speech.
A speech.
What am I supposed to say?
Please give us all your money?
Even though I am technically a criminal?
Even though technically we wonât pay you back?
That seems like a terrible speech.
Maybe we should just cancel.
Aaaaarrrgh.
We canât cancel.
But I also canât make a speech.
Maybe Mom will make the speech.
I canât believe youâre moving. throws shoe in box
I mean, why so soon? throws other shoe in different box
Itâs like one day there was a sign . . . throws Dadâs football in box
And then the next it said SOLD. throws book in with football
I like having you close, Timothy. throws old homework assignment in box
It will be weird having you far away. throws candy wrapper in box
Iâm going to miss you. I put my hand on her hand.
I look at the sixteen million boxes
all with two things in them,
all with stupid things in them.
Isa. My voice is low.
I have something very important to tell you. Her eyes fill up her face.
Two things,
actually. She leans in closer.
One: the Butt Creek apartments are just down the street.
Two: you are a terrible packer.
She smacks me in the head with a shoe.
I try to stuff her in a box.
Sheâs so short
it almost works.
Just sign the papers. Thatâs what I hear this time
through the door
after the phone rings.
Weâve been over this.
Sign the [swearword bleeped] papers, Tim. The first time Iâve heard it.
His name.
My name.
It really is Dad.
He really is out there somewhere.
WEEK 47
Who knew that moving into
the Butt Creek Apartments
would also be a ticket to
Jamesâs Gun Show?
Holy muscles, Batman.
You lifted my whole bed over your head.
Dude.
Everythingâs coming up Annie! Thatâs what Mom said
when I walked in from school.
She was wearing a suit
she got from some place
that gives suits to ladies
looking for jobs.
I was like,
What?
Everythingâs what?
And she grabbed me
smelling not like herself
because of that suit,
looking not like herself
because of the lipstick.
And she kissed my forehead.
I got the job, T-man.
We wonât have to eat the kitchen table
after all.
And Marisol laughed from the kitchen
where Levi was busy barfing
on the aforementioned kitchen table.
Donât call me T-man ,I said.
And then I hugged her back.
Hard.
Because, dang.
She got that job fast.
Mom is on fire these days.
Speaking of things on fire,
Joséâs dad took us out
for a ride
in the turtle car
just around the block,
which was good
because about halfway
I watched his feet working the
clutch the gas the brake
and then this smoke came shooting through the vents
making him grab the fire extinguisher
from under the seat
leap from the car
that was still rolling a little bit (!!)
and put out a fire
in the engine.
So that was way more fun
than the history project
José and I were supposed to be working on.
Baby Signing Adventure Levi in my lap
fingers moving
brain whirling
mesmerized.
I canât help but wonder
who is Miss Jill
with her long fingers
and big white teeth
and singsong voice?
Who is she in real life?
Why does she do this show?
How did she learn all the signs?
Maybe she has a baby with a trach.
Maybe she has a kid whoâs deaf.
Maybe they needed a Carnival of Giving
to raise money
and maybe she gave
and I laughed
because since when do babies purr?
Despite my outburst the Carnival of Giving is still on
even though the PTA
or some of the PTA
is grumbling about it
according to José
who was listening in on the phone call
his mother got.
Lucky Timothy,
ex-vigilante,
almost-ex-criminal,
didnât ruin everything
this time
I hope.
WEEK 46
O
M
G
shut
up
James
you
do
not
live
in
Butt
Creek
Apartments
weâre
not
going
to
be
neighbors
what
just
what
When I told Mrs. B about
Momâs job interview coming up
her face exploded into a smile.
Like, it went from
Superserious Mrs. B face to
BAM
HUGE SMILING FACE.
It was a little creepy.
I mean,
in a good way.
A speech.
A speech.
A speech.
What am I supposed to say?
Please give us all your money?
Even though I am technically a criminal?
Even though technically we wonât pay you back?
That seems like a terrible speech.
Maybe we should just cancel.
Aaaaarrrgh.
We canât cancel.
But I also canât make a speech.
Maybe Mom will make the speech.
I canât believe youâre moving. throws shoe in box
I mean, why so soon? throws other shoe in different box
Itâs like one day there was a sign . . . throws Dadâs football in box
And then the next it said SOLD. throws book in with football
I like having you close, Timothy. throws old homework assignment in box
It will be weird having you far away. throws candy wrapper in box
Iâm going to miss you. I put my hand on her hand.
I look at the sixteen million boxes
all with two things in them,
all with stupid things in them.
Isa. My voice is low.
I have something very important to tell you. Her eyes fill up her face.
Two things,
actually. She leans in closer.
One: the Butt Creek apartments are just down the street.
Two: you are a terrible packer.
She smacks me in the head with a shoe.
I try to stuff her in a box.
Sheâs so short
it almost works.
Just sign the papers. Thatâs what I hear this time
through the door
after the phone rings.
Weâve been over this.
Sign the [swearword bleeped] papers, Tim. The first time Iâve heard it.
His name.
My name.
It really is Dad.
He really is out there somewhere.
WEEK 47
Who knew that moving into
the Butt Creek Apartments
would also be a ticket to
Jamesâs Gun Show?
Holy muscles, Batman.
You lifted my whole bed over your head.
Dude.
Everythingâs coming up Annie! Thatâs what Mom said
when I walked in from school.
She was wearing a suit
she got from some place
that gives suits to ladies
looking for jobs.
I was like,
What?
Everythingâs what?
And she grabbed me
smelling not like herself
because of that suit,
looking not like herself
because of the lipstick.
And she kissed my forehead.
I got the job, T-man.
We wonât have to eat the kitchen table
after all.
And Marisol laughed from the kitchen
where Levi was busy barfing
on the aforementioned kitchen table.
Donât call me T-man ,I said.
And then I hugged her back.
Hard.
Because, dang.
She got that job fast.
Mom is on fire these days.
Speaking of things on fire,
Joséâs dad took us out
for a ride
in the turtle car
just around the block,
which was good
because about halfway
I watched his feet working the
clutch the gas the brake
and then this smoke came shooting through the vents
making him grab the fire extinguisher
from under the seat
leap from the car
that was still rolling a little bit (!!)
and put out a fire
in the engine.
So that was way more fun
than the history project
José and I were supposed to be working on.
Baby Signing Adventure Levi in my lap
fingers moving
brain whirling
mesmerized.
I canât help but wonder
who is Miss Jill
with her long fingers
and big white teeth
and singsong voice?
Who is she in real life?
Why does she do this show?
How did she learn all the signs?
Maybe she has a baby with a trach.
Maybe she has a kid whoâs deaf.
Maybe they needed a Carnival of Giving
to raise money
and maybe she gave
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