Post by Chick Hicks on Sept 19, 2006 18:37:41 GMT -5
Before His Career
Chick Hicks, growing up.
Chapter One: Felix
April, 1986
"What in Chysler's name is goin' on here?" Brad Hicks questioned his oldest child, shouting.
"Um, uh... nothin', Dad!" Chick Hicks, Brad's oldest, called back.
"Nuh-uh!" Rachel, the youngest, shouted in protest.
The old Buick sighed, "Rachel, what'd your brother do to you now?"
"But I didn-" Chick was cut off by his father.
"I didn't ask you, I asked your sister!" Brad snapped at Chick.
"He was bein' mean to Felix..." Rachel replied, sadly.
"Who's Felix?" their father asked.
"I told you, Rachel, Felix is dead!" Chick rolled his eyes at his younger sister.
"No he's not! No he's not! He's just sleeping!" Rachel started to cry.
"WHO'S FELIX!?" the older stock car once again asked, but this time he was shouting angrily.
"Felix is my bug..." Rachel replied, sniffling.
"Was your bug." Chick spat, corrected her.
"Enough!" Brad said, "Now Rachel, why would you be keepin' a dead bug?"
"He's alive, Daddy!"
"Okay, an alive bug?"
"'Cuz, I caught 'im this morning in my room, he sure was makin' lots of noise with his wings 'n such, and then I fell in love with 'im and I put him in this box!" Rachel said proudly as she scooted a small cardboard box over to her father with her tires.
"Rachel, this box ain't got no holes for Felix to get air..." Brad told his four-year-old daughter.
"And that's why he's dead." Chick said, with a satisfied expression.
Rachel pouted at Chick, "He's not dead, Big Brother! I tolded you that!"
"Oh yeah? Well why don't you let Dad open that box and see what he thinks?"
"Okay! Open it, Daddy!"
"Sure, I wonder which one of you is right?" their father questioned as he opened the box, glancing at Chick (knowing he was right) with a facial expression that read with no question, 'Be nice to your sister. Just go along with me for once, okay?'
Chick sank low to the ground, unsatisfied. Why would he want to do that? Make his sister think she was right about something that was obviously wrong? She'll never learn that way! One day she'll be driving around thinking all of the cars that passed by her were dead if she kept believing the clearly dead Felix was alive.
"Aw, Chick, he's only sleeping. He's not dead, see?" Brad carefully scooted Felix's box over to Chick, expecting a nod of agreement or something.
"Dad, he's dead. You know it. Rachel, you just need to face it." Chick said with a plain face.
Brad was steaming. "Go to your room, Chick!"
Chick just stood there, silent.
"NOW!"
"Okay, okay..." Chick pulled back a few feet, turned, and headed to his room.
"We'll have a talk in a moment, don't come out." his father murmured as Chick closed the door to his room.
Chick was waiting in his garage-like room for his father. What'd he do? He was just trying to teach his sister life from death. What was wrong with that? He kicked an old oil can at the wall and sighed angrily.
"Chick, let me in." a voice said from outside the door, it was his father.
Chick unlocked the door. "Come in." he muttered.
"Son, your twelve years old. Don't you think that's a bit too old to be pickin' on your little sister?" Brad said, driving into the room closing the door behind him.
"But, Dad..." Chick whined.
"No buts! I want a good answer." his father ordered.
Chick sighed, "I have no answer."
"Don't give me that, boy!" his father shouted.
Chick rolled his eyes and turned the other way. Before the young stock car knew it, he heard his dad slam the door. Chick was alone again, in his room.
"Phew."
Moments later, Rachel opened the door with a big grin on her face.
"What're you so happy about?" Chick skoffed.
"Daddy told me you were wrong about Felix! He... um... ashhureded me that Felix was alive and kickin'!"
Chick rolled his eyes, "Well, whoop-dee-doo."
"I know, isn't it great?"
"Pshh. I could care less, Rachel."
Tears started to gather again in Rachel's windshield. The little Buick Riviera started to sniffle. Before she left, she told Chick, "Oh, and Daddy wants you to come home from school as quickly as possible tomorrow, he wants lots of time for you to practice."
Knowing his sister, the young stock car knew he was in deeper trouble than he already was a half an hour ago. Rachel was sure to tell on him, and their parents would believe anything she was to say. Rachel was the favorite of the family, of Mom and Dad, Uncle LeSabre and Aunt Electra, even of Grandpa Super and Grandma Sedan.
And now Chick had to worry about telling his friends that he couldn't hang out with them tomorrow, that he had to come home and practice. His father was taking this "You're gonna be a racer like me when you grow up" thing way too seriously.
Chick situated himself, closed his eyes, and went to bed early. He wanted today to be over, even though today was Sunday and tomorrow he had school, which he hated.
That was Chapter One, Chapter Two is coming soon once I can get to it!
Hope you liked it. :3
Chick Hicks, growing up.
Chapter One: Felix
April, 1986
"What in Chysler's name is goin' on here?" Brad Hicks questioned his oldest child, shouting.
"Um, uh... nothin', Dad!" Chick Hicks, Brad's oldest, called back.
"Nuh-uh!" Rachel, the youngest, shouted in protest.
The old Buick sighed, "Rachel, what'd your brother do to you now?"
"But I didn-" Chick was cut off by his father.
"I didn't ask you, I asked your sister!" Brad snapped at Chick.
"He was bein' mean to Felix..." Rachel replied, sadly.
"Who's Felix?" their father asked.
"I told you, Rachel, Felix is dead!" Chick rolled his eyes at his younger sister.
"No he's not! No he's not! He's just sleeping!" Rachel started to cry.
"WHO'S FELIX!?" the older stock car once again asked, but this time he was shouting angrily.
"Felix is my bug..." Rachel replied, sniffling.
"Was your bug." Chick spat, corrected her.
"Enough!" Brad said, "Now Rachel, why would you be keepin' a dead bug?"
"He's alive, Daddy!"
"Okay, an alive bug?"
"'Cuz, I caught 'im this morning in my room, he sure was makin' lots of noise with his wings 'n such, and then I fell in love with 'im and I put him in this box!" Rachel said proudly as she scooted a small cardboard box over to her father with her tires.
"Rachel, this box ain't got no holes for Felix to get air..." Brad told his four-year-old daughter.
"And that's why he's dead." Chick said, with a satisfied expression.
Rachel pouted at Chick, "He's not dead, Big Brother! I tolded you that!"
"Oh yeah? Well why don't you let Dad open that box and see what he thinks?"
"Okay! Open it, Daddy!"
"Sure, I wonder which one of you is right?" their father questioned as he opened the box, glancing at Chick (knowing he was right) with a facial expression that read with no question, 'Be nice to your sister. Just go along with me for once, okay?'
Chick sank low to the ground, unsatisfied. Why would he want to do that? Make his sister think she was right about something that was obviously wrong? She'll never learn that way! One day she'll be driving around thinking all of the cars that passed by her were dead if she kept believing the clearly dead Felix was alive.
"Aw, Chick, he's only sleeping. He's not dead, see?" Brad carefully scooted Felix's box over to Chick, expecting a nod of agreement or something.
"Dad, he's dead. You know it. Rachel, you just need to face it." Chick said with a plain face.
Brad was steaming. "Go to your room, Chick!"
Chick just stood there, silent.
"NOW!"
"Okay, okay..." Chick pulled back a few feet, turned, and headed to his room.
"We'll have a talk in a moment, don't come out." his father murmured as Chick closed the door to his room.
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Chick was waiting in his garage-like room for his father. What'd he do? He was just trying to teach his sister life from death. What was wrong with that? He kicked an old oil can at the wall and sighed angrily.
"Chick, let me in." a voice said from outside the door, it was his father.
Chick unlocked the door. "Come in." he muttered.
"Son, your twelve years old. Don't you think that's a bit too old to be pickin' on your little sister?" Brad said, driving into the room closing the door behind him.
"But, Dad..." Chick whined.
"No buts! I want a good answer." his father ordered.
Chick sighed, "I have no answer."
"Don't give me that, boy!" his father shouted.
Chick rolled his eyes and turned the other way. Before the young stock car knew it, he heard his dad slam the door. Chick was alone again, in his room.
"Phew."
Moments later, Rachel opened the door with a big grin on her face.
"What're you so happy about?" Chick skoffed.
"Daddy told me you were wrong about Felix! He... um... ashhureded me that Felix was alive and kickin'!"
Chick rolled his eyes, "Well, whoop-dee-doo."
"I know, isn't it great?"
"Pshh. I could care less, Rachel."
Tears started to gather again in Rachel's windshield. The little Buick Riviera started to sniffle. Before she left, she told Chick, "Oh, and Daddy wants you to come home from school as quickly as possible tomorrow, he wants lots of time for you to practice."
Knowing his sister, the young stock car knew he was in deeper trouble than he already was a half an hour ago. Rachel was sure to tell on him, and their parents would believe anything she was to say. Rachel was the favorite of the family, of Mom and Dad, Uncle LeSabre and Aunt Electra, even of Grandpa Super and Grandma Sedan.
And now Chick had to worry about telling his friends that he couldn't hang out with them tomorrow, that he had to come home and practice. His father was taking this "You're gonna be a racer like me when you grow up" thing way too seriously.
Chick situated himself, closed his eyes, and went to bed early. He wanted today to be over, even though today was Sunday and tomorrow he had school, which he hated.
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That was Chapter One, Chapter Two is coming soon once I can get to it!
Hope you liked it. :3
