3rd part of my story. not much. do you like?

Okay so i deffinatly didnt write to much.. and i’m guessing punction/grammer is horrible but hey i hope you still enjoy it!

So, I’m here. On my front porch, searching for my key in my green fleece pockets. Found my key, left pocket right next to my chap-stick. Do i really want.. no have.. to put
this key threw the hole and enter this house once again? … answers Yea. Guess i do. So i put the key in the whole and open the door. take my key out and shove hard against
the door till i hear the click. I go down the long hallway that has barely any lighting into the living/dinning room and kitchen that’s bright and covered in windows. probably
one of the best parts of this house… or maybe i just think so because i spend most of my time in here.
"Bella Rose! Bella Rose!! Guess what! Guess what?!"
"What Zada?" .. at least she called me Bella Rose..
"I got a B+ on my science project"
"Great job."
"Thank you for helping me"
"Uhm yea no problem.. Do you want a snack now?"
"Sure, can i have some icecream"
"What do you think?"
"… Guessing its a no."
"You guessed right, How about I slice up some green and red peppers and you can munch on those."
"mmm.. can you slice up green and red apples instead?"
"Sure."
So i grabbed the apples out of the fruit drawer in the fridge, grabbed a knife, and went over to the cutting board. I started cutting up the apples but then i realized
Zada seemed a little bit off. Shes usually a lot more chattier than this. I usually get a full minute by minute play back of her day. But instead shes just sitting on her
normal stool at the island kicking her feet..
"So Zada, did mum tell you what time she’d be home?"
"Nope. I walked home today, so I haven’t seen her."
I dropped my knife and looked her in the eyes. "You walked??"
"Yea, mum called me and said she wouldn’t be able to pick me up. So i told her i’d take care of it."
"Zada your 8 years old, you cannot be walking home alone from school!"
"But you walk home everyday on your own!"
"That’s different."
"No its not."
"Zada!"
"Yea Isabella Rose?!" She knew i hated it when people called me that.
I sighed and went back to slicing the apples. "Just promise me next time mum cant pick you up you’ll call me."
"Hmph"
"Zada?"
"Fine i’ll call. but if you don’t show up within 30 minutes after i’m walking home."
"Okay. Its a deal."
I finished slicing the apples and put them in a bowl and handed them to her. "Can i go watch some TV now?"
"Sure. But only while i’m cleaning up, then we need to start on your homework alright?"
"Alright, call me when your done"

Okay so this scene or whatever you wanna call it isnt over yet i kinda left it at a cliff hanger haha but tell me what you think! Thank you for reading again, and for putting up with my punction/grammer/ and horrible proofreading skills!
First two parts can be read together here=

http://storywrite.com/story/242764

thanks to wrayraeg for giving me the link =)