Chapter 9

"Put some of that in the microwave for me, will ya?" I asked Richie. "Whatever..." he mumbled. Huh. That's not the kind of thing he would usually say. It'd usually be more along the lines of, "Wow, Jonah! You would let me do that for you? Oh my god, thank you so much!" He's sarcastic like that. As I was eating my spaghetti, I remembered his half-hearted remark. "What's troubling you, Rich?" I asked. "It's my parents." he replied. "But, you're an orphan." I stated. "Exactly!" He pointed at me with his fork, flinging a few noodles on to my face. "We'll have to consider this conversation over for now, boys." said the assassin who had just appeared behind Rich with a Sig Sauer 10mm silenced pistol pointed at his head. Huh... WAIT A MINUTE!!!!