My second Hanson experience happened later that day. We'd had some lunch and all freshened up a bit. We headed outside to go to the hospital to visit my grandma when I noticed a baby sitting in our front yard. I walked over and crouched down next to it, looking around to see if an adult was around anywhere. When I realized she was alone, I stared at her for a while, trying to think of what to do. I know! Maybe she could talk.
"Who are you?" I asked. She didn't say anything. "I said, who are you?"
"She's mine! Get away from my baby!" a voice yelled behind me. I whirled around and saw the same boy from before.
"You're too young to have a baby." I pointed out. The boy pulled out a toy gun from behind his back and pointed it at me.
"I said, GET AWAY FROM MY BABY OR I'LL SHOOT YOU!!!!!" I rolled my eyes and stood up.
"That's a fake gun."
"No it's not!"
"Yes it is! You're stupid." I said angrily, putting my hands on my hips and staring him down.
"I am not!" He said indignantly. He put his gun in his back pocket and bent over to pick the girl up. "Come on Avie. You don't want to be around the mean girl anyway."
"At least I'm not STUPID!!" I called to his retreating figure. And then, don't ask my how a sane nine year old would ever think to say this, "and if you ever want your dumb baby back alive, don't let her come into MY yard!!" The boy turned around, his jaw practically dragging on the ground, and narrowed his eyes at me. He spun around on his heel and ran to his house, yelling loudly, "MOM! The next door neighbor threatened to kill Avie!!!".
That was about the time the rest of my family came out to get in the car. I thanked what lucky stars I have that they hadn't heard the stupid kid crying to his mom about me.
That night, we got back home around seven o'clock and noticed that the answering machine had a message on it. We thought it'd be a family member since we didn't know anyone here, so we all gathered around excitedly. A voice that no one recognized started talking.
"Hello, my name is Diana Hanson and I live right next door to you. I think one of my sons has already met one of your daughters. I was just calling to welcome you to Tulsa and let you know that if you need any help moving in or someone to help you find your way around town, you can always give us a call or stop by. Our number is 555-9381. If you're going to be home tomorrow afternoon, I'd love to stop by and introduce myself and maybe the rest of the family. Take care, bye." We all started to leave the room when a young voice yelled into the answering machine.
"YOUR DAUGHTER TRIED TO KILL MY BABY SISTER!!!" Then the line went dead. My mom and dad looked over at us in confusion. For some reason they both frowned disapprovingly at me. Why don't they ever think Joey does anything?!
"Addy, what ws he talking about?" My mother asked in the tone that means I'd better tell the truth. I sighed heavily.
"This afternoon when we were going to the hospital, I got outside before you guys did and there was a baby sitting in our lawn. I didn't see anyone around, so I walked over and asked who she was, and her brother jumped out behind me and told me to get away from his baby. I told him he was too young to have a baby and he pulled out a toy gun and told me to get away or he'd shoot me. I said it was a fake gun and that he was stupid, so he grabbed the baby and said I was mean, and I said at least I wasn't stupid. And THEN, I was joking, you know, but then I said if he ever wanted to see his baby alive he'd better keep her off our lawn. And he ran to his mom yelling about it. But I was only joking."
"Addy, you were out of line. Even if he was being rude, that is NO reason to threaten his baby sister."
"Ok...but I was just jok-"
"I don't want to hear that Adalynne Nicole Collinson! You just moved here and already you have more enemies than friends! You're going to go to your room and think about what you've done. No tv or phone, and tomorrow when the Hansons come over, you are going to apologize. Do you understand?" My father asked sternly. I lowered my eyes, mumbled a 'yes' in reply and ran up to my room. I flopped down on the bed, resolving to myself that after I apologized to that Hanson kid tomorrow, I would kill or severely disable him.