Page 16 - My FlipBook

Sarah Sues Santa – P.J. Leonard

Chapter Seven: Tears Again

She sat in her window ledge again, looking out of her bedroom window, Uberwoman in her hands.
Instead of the narrow street she normally looked out on, though, she could only see a wide field
covered in snow, rolling hills as far as the eye could see and not a single other house in sight. No
other kid played outside. She wasn't even sure how far away the nearest child her age would be. She
looked around her room. What was the point of all of these toys if she had nobody to play them
with? In her real house with her real Uberwoman she could at least play games, but here in this
huge house, the special edition Uberwoman was just a bunch of plastic.

She walked around her room. Despite all of her toys, she felt really bored. She stepped out of her
bedroom again and headed down the stairs. The entry room was packed full of adults dressed in
suits and dresses, carrying silver plates of tiny finger foods and pretending to laugh and smile at
each other. She heard a piano playing somewhere: she'd seen at least three pianos when she'd
walked through the house.
"Excuse me, pardon me, coming through," said Sarah as politely as she could. People stared at her
as she nudged her way through the crowd. "Has anyone seen my Mum or Dad?"
She made her way slowly back into the living room. Finally, she found her Dad, chatting to
somebody with bright white hair and glasses with gold frames. Whoever this was, he sure looked
important. Sarah shrugged, and tugged at the edge of Dad's jacket.
"Dad?" She said, "Can you set up the Wi-Fi?"
At first, Dad ignored her, and kept talking to the important-looking man about something called
'stocks'. Sarah continued to tug at his jacket until the important man started staring at her too. At
last, Dad sighed, and glared at her.
"What?" He snapped.
"You promised me you'd set up the Wi-Fi," she said, crossing her arms.
"You want that now?" said Dad, "Can't you see I'm busy right now, dear? I'm talking with the
Mayor. I'll do it later."
"But I really need it for something now."
"Go back to you room, Sarah," said Dad, turning back to the Mayor, "this is not a party of kids."
Sarah couldn't help it. She felt a hot anger rising in her like steam from a kettle. It rose in her chest,
and it burst from her in a loud, long scream.
All of the adults backed away as though she were a bomb. Still she kept screaming. Then a strong
arm wrapped itself around her waist and her Dad lifted her up and carried her like a fireman out of
the room, Mum following closely behind.

Dad nearly threw Sarah onto her bed, and she bounced across it like a bouncy castle. Finally her
screaming stopped.
"Do you have any idea how embarrassing you are, young lady?" Her mother said. Through her
perfect make up, she looked furious. "Do you know how many good business opportunities you've
ruined with that little stunt of yours?"
"I DON'T CARE!" Sarah yelled, "I don't care about your stupid bizness octopuses!"
"They're the reason why you’re have everything, Sarah," said Dad, "You cannot imagine how life
would be without them."
"Oh yes I can!" said Sarah, her voice sore from all of the yelling, "This isn't my real house! You
aren't my real parents!"
Mum staggered backwards as though Sarah had hit her. They stared at each other for a moment, and

Page 16