hardy boys fan fiction
HOLE IN THE WORLD
hardy boys nancy drew fan fiction
by
Medieval Liz
Chapter 13
hardy boys fan fiction
THE CHAPTERS
Tuesday, April 09, 5:20pm
“That was Principal Woodrow,” Fenton explained as he sat back at the dinner table. Overhead thunder rumbled and the rain came down heavily on the roof.
“Whatever it was, I didn’t do it!” Joe exclaimed suddenly. There was a soft ripple of laughter from the table and Joe smiled at his joke. It had even garnered a chuckle from Frank.
“You’re not in trouble,” Fenton smirked at his youngest’s antics. “That phone call was about Frank.”
“About when I can go back to school?” Frank asked eagerly, a hint of his old self showing through.
“Only you would be excited about going to school,” Joe made a disgusted face and stabbed another piece of chicken from his plate into his mouth. “I swear, I don’t know how we’re related.”
Frank stuck his tongue out at his brother. “You were adopted.”
Joe covered his chest with his hand and gasped melodramatically. “And here I thought I was the milkman’s.”
Laura nearly spit her mouthful of food out at that comment, ending up choking on it instead. “Excuse me?!”
Fenton and Gertrude laughed at the light heartedness of the meal. There were moments, too few and far between, where everything seemed to be as it had been before. Fenton yearned for them more often, and treasured them when they happened. Yet he knew what he had to say would change it all instantly.
“Actually,” He said in a serious tone, calling everyone’s attention back to him and the phone call he had just received. “Mr Woodrow thinks it might be best if you waited until September, Frank. You’ve misses so much of the school year already it would be very hard on you to catch up with your studies.”
Frank narrowed his eyes in confusion. “Wait, what? They want to hold me back a grade?”
Fenton nodded. “You’ve just gotten over your infection, Son, and it would still be a couple of weeks before you’re ready for school. It might just be better this way. Give yourself some more time to get acclimated to being home, slowly instead of rushing in to things.”
“Hey, that means you’d be in the same grade as me!” Joe exclaimed excitedly.
“This is bullshit!” Frank practically screamed, his words accentuated by a loud crack of thunder.
Taken aback by his outburst, no one knew what to say. No one, except his mother. “Franklin Hardy, we do not use that kind of language in this house!”
“What am I suppose to say?” He shot an icy glare at his mom. “Gee, thanks for making me more of a freak than I already am?”
“You’re not a freak.” Joe said quietly, a little scared at his brother’s reaction.
“No?” Frank sneered. “I’m just the boy missing half a year, who doesn’t remember anything, and now I’m going to be held back a year! It’s not fair! Just a couple of weeks ago they wanted to advance me to Junior High, and now they want me to spend another year in the sixth grade!”
“Frank,” Fenton began gently, “It was more than a couple of weeks.”
“Not to me it wasn’t!” He yelled, pushing away from the table so forcefully his chair fell over with a loud clatter. “It’s not my fault I can’t remember! I’m the one who got kidnapped and now I’m being punished for it!”
“You’re not being punished, Frank,” Laura tried to assure him.
“It sure feels like it!” Frank’s temper was flaring. “This sucks!”
“I know,” Fenton said calmly. “It’s not fair that this happened. You’re a good kid and you shouldn’t have to deal with this, but-”
Fenton stopped.
Frank had stiffened suddenly, his eyes going wide with fright.
“You’re a good kid, and shouldn’t have to deal with this.”
“Then let me go home now and I won’t have to.”
Without thinking, Frank bolted from the dining room. He barely registered his Dad calling his name as he flung the front door open and out into storm. He felt the hard rain sting his face as he ran, but it didn’t slow him down. He didn’t know where he was going, what he was doing, all he knew was he had to get away.
He cut across lawns, through yards, down alleys. Blinded half by the rain, the other half by his own tears, he didn’t see the root sticking out of the ground. Frank’s toes caught on it and he fell to the ground, knocking the air from his lungs.
Laying splayed out on the muddy ground, he stared up at the rain coming down. It splashed against his face and he closed his eyes, willing the falling water to erase the rest of his memory. It never happened, and he just lay there.
“That can’t be very comfortable,” a soft voice said from somewhere nearby.
Frank tilted his head back and saw a girl his age, albeit upside at this angle, standing on the back porch of a house. She had short blonde curls, bright brown eyes, and was wearing a black skirt and red blouse. Her hands were covered in yellow dish gloves, and when he looked behind her he saw the kitchen of the house inside.
“You make a habit of laying in the rain in people’s back yards?” The girl asked, staring at him with an amused expression on her face.
“Sorry,” Frank groaned as he rolled onto his side and got to his feet.
“I can see why you like it,” her voice said with a giggle behind him as he started to walk out of the yard.
“Huh?” He turned around and blinked in confusion when he saw her standing off the porch now, getting soaked by the rain.
“Getting rained on, Silly,” She said with a smile, her eyes brightening. “It’s very therapeutic.”
“I guess,” Frank shook his head at the girl. “You’re parents aren’t going to like you standing out in the rain talking some strange boy.”
“No worries,” She smiled and walked over to him. “It’s just me and my Dad, and he got called in to work, so it’s just me home. Besides, you’re not some strange boy.”
Frank blinked again. “I’m not? I don’t think I know you.”
“You don’t,” She answered matter-of-factly, tilting her head back and opening her mouth wide to let a few drops fall onto her tongue. “I just moved here in December with my Dad. But I know you.”
“You do?” This was a very confusing girl.
“Mm hmm,” She nodded and looked at him again. “See, I go to Bayport East Elementary, grade six. You’re missing poster’s up by the office. The current rumour is that you were abducted by a gang of international smugglers and were performing in a Chinese circus in Baghdad.”
His face turned a bright crimson and he groaned.
“Hey, it’s much better than the aliens theory.”
“Aliens?!” Frank rolled his eyes and flopped back into the mud. “Perfect! Now I really will be a freakazoid!”
The girl surprised him when she sat beside him. “And why are you a freakazoid?”
“Because,” suddenly feeling very self conscious, Frank clammed up. He pulled his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms protectively around them.
“Because you were missing? Or because now you get to come back and listen to all the whispers?”
He sighed. “Because I don’t get to come back until next year.”
She wrinkled her nose. “They’re making you repeat?”
“Yea,” Frank nodded. “They say it’ll be easier on me.”
The rain was the only sound for a few seconds as she chewed his words over. Then she just shook her head and said, “Well that’s bullshit.”
He couldn’t help but chuckle. “That’s what I said.”
“So that’s why we’re both sitting in the mud catching pneumonia?”
With a goofy smile he looked at her. “That’s why I’m out here. I still haven’t figured out why you’re out here.”
“It’s not every day I see someone go flying into the mud in my back yard,” She giggled. It was a soft sound that Frank found soothing. “It looks like fun, thought I’d give it a try.”
“Oh yea,” He rubbed his lower back which twinged a little at the touch. “Lots of fun.”
“Can I give you some advice, Mud Boy?”
“Can I stop you?”
“No.” She winked at him. “Don’t let them. If you don’t want to repeat the sixth grade, don’t. From what I’ve heard, you’re pretty smart. You’ve got lots of time until September, and there’s always summer school. So, you don’t want to stick around Bayport East-”
“-Don’t.” Frank finished for her. He smiled at her. “You’re pretty smart yourself, you know that.”
She smiled smugly and puffed out her chest proudly. “I know.” She giggled and held out her hand to him. “I’m Callie, by the way. Callie Shaw.”
He smiled and held her hand in his, shaking it gently. “Frank Hardy.”
“I know.”
HBHBHB
Tuesday, April 09, 8:30pm
“If you see him, call me. Please.” Laura hung up the phone in the living room and shook her head. “The Hoopers haven’t seen him.”
Joe sat on sofa, leaning over the back of it watching his parent’s frantic movements. His dad came out of his office wearing a frown. “Neither have the Cohens or the Pritos.”
“What would possess him to run out like that?” Mrs Hardy exclaimed worriedly.
The front door opened and the anxious family turned their heads to the person who entered. Gertrude stepped into the doorway of the living room, pocketing her car keys. “I drove around the neighbourhood five times and wherever that boy has run off to, I can’t see him from the road.”
“I’m calling the police,” Laura picked up the phone again and started dialling when the headlights of a car pulled into the driveway, illuminating the closed curtains in the living room window.
Laura hung up and went to the front door, Fenton right behind her. She looked out the narrow window next to the door and exhaled in relief. Opening the door, she watched as Frank was led up the stairs by a blonde haired gentleman in his mid-thirties.
“I believe this one belongs to you,” He said with a small smile, pushing the dry and dirty Frank forward. “I found him sitting in the rain in my backyard with my daughter.”
Mr Hardy pulled Frank into the house and shook the man’s hand. “Thank you, Mr…”
“Shaw,” The smile got a little bigger as he returned Fenton’s handshake. “Bradley Shaw.”
“Bye Frank!”
Fenton looked past the man on his porch and tried not to smile at the sight of the petite, mud caked blonde standing next to the car, waving to his son.
“Callie, back in the car!” Bradley Shaw pointed emphatically. He turned back to the Hardys. “Well good night then.”
“Good night, Mr Shaw. And thank you again.”
Laura closed the door after the man was gone and turned to Frank. “Well, what have you to say for yourself Frank?”
“I’m not repeating the sixth grade.” He answered pointedly.
“Frank,” Fenton scolded sternly. “You had us worried sick! You can’t go running out like that, not now. Not ever!”
“Look,” Frank folded his arms over his chest, “I’m sorry, really, and I’ll be grounded as long as you want, but I talked with Mr Shaw. He’s a lawyer and he says that legally they can’t make me repeat a grade unless my grades are bad enough that I have to. As long as you don’t let them.”
His parent’s exchanged looks, then his mom spoke. “Frank-”
“Hear me out,” He pleaded, then continued without giving them pause to object. “I’ve got lots of time until September. I don’t have to go back to school right now, but that doesn’t mean I can’t still do my assignments and work at home. I could even take some classes over the summer if I have to.”
“I’d be willing to bring his homework home,” Joe said quietly from where he stood in the doorway.
Frank smiled his appreciation at his brother. “And I know you have to go back to work, Mom and Dad, but Aunt Gertrude is here and she’ll make sure I get all my stuff done. She won’t let me get further behind.”
“No,” the older woman said, a proud smile at her nephew wide on her lips, “I most certainly would not. And what’s this nonsense about summer school? Why, I’d have you caught up to the rest of your classmates before the end of term!”
“See!” Frank exclaimed, turning back to his parents. “Please! I just want to get on with things, and if I have to repeat it’ll stick with me forever. I’ll be the only teenager in the sixth grade!”
Again his parents looked to each other. Fenton crooked his head to the side, a faint smile present on his lips. “They were gong to advance him a grade,” He said after a moments consideration.
Laura sighed. “We’ll see what Mr Woodrow says about this in the morning. For now, get up into a bath before you get anymore grime on my carpets.”
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