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appendix burst when I was thirteen. After the surgery, due to infection, I had to stay out of school and rest for nearly two weeks. One day—on a Thursday—Billy volunteered to stay at home with me so my mom could get a little break. I wasn’t the easiest kid to take care of when I was sick. I wasn’t a brat, I don’t like being still. For a kid who’s got ADHD, staying in bed and out of school is pretty close to hell.
Seeing how unhappy I was, Billy came up with Throw It All In Thursday, an ice cream mush party for two. We haven’t done this in years.
After our ice cream mush party for two, the Chinese finally arrives at our front door. We’re both too full to even eat an egg roll. We silently agree not to tell my mom.
<<<->>>
The next morning I try for a smile when my mom walks out of the door but I don’t think I pull it off too well. She doesn’t stop to ask questions. It’s just that I feel the falsity of it. I probably look like one of those clowns that are supposed to appear happy and friendly.
She’s a teacher at the local elementary school. Yep, she was a teacher when I went there, too. That might’ve been the beginning of my being a freak, not fitting in anywhere, but, whatever. I’d rather have no friends than fake ones, and fake friends are what I’d have if I was Miss Popularity. The guys are my only real friends, and I’m fine with that. If only I could convince my mom that a girl can live without other female friends.
Knowing he’s here before he blows the horn, I’m already out the door and on the sidewalk. Getting in without saying anything is weird for me, but I buckle up and wait for him to take off. He doesn’t say anything either, doesn’t even start his truck.
“Is it wrong of me to want y’all to get along? Why in the hell is it so hard? I get along fine with you and I hate everybody!” I throw my hands up in exasperation. “Why can’t my friends just try ? You’ve been trying, which I’m grateful for. But Nicks picks a freakin’ fight for the hell of it. I don’t understand why. And I’m sick of getting my hopes up and then having them crushed. I just want there to be some peace here, ya know?” I pause, waiting for him to say something. Probably something sarcastic and annoying. “Say something!”
Then I see it. He’s holding up a huge stuffed panda bear dressed like a vampire. Well, actually he sits it on his leg because it’s so big. “I’m beary, beary sorry for being a douche.” He squeaks.
“Douche on a stick.” I struggle to hold back a smile.
“That, too.” He peeks over the bear and I can’t hold it back anymore. Wrapping my arms around both him and the bear, I feel close to tears. This time from happiness, because I’ve always wanted a panda bear—a real one, but same difference—and the vamp attire just makes it cuter because I love irony.
Chuckling, he tries to hug me back, but, like I said, it’s a big bear. “You’re awesome.” I settle the bear in between us.
“Just happy to be forgiven….”
I let him get the full view of my angry face. Then my façade breaks, and I wrap my arms around him again.
As we walk into the school, the whole student body is being escorted to the gym. There’s an assembly this early in the morning? Something’s not right. “Do you know what’s going on?”
He shakes his head.
Without a chance to even stop by our lockers, we’re pushed into the gym. He leads me to the top row of risers, where no one’s sitting. It’s usually the first spot to go.
I wonder what he’s making people see on this seat…a few start to come climb up, but then, suddenly, disgust washes over their faces, and they find somewhere else to sit, even if it’s on the floor. “I know you don’t want to be bothered by anyone right now,” he explains, “Neither do I.”
I nod.
“Nicks, over here bro!” one of the guys from the football team calls loudly to be heard over the bustle of the
Seeing how unhappy I was, Billy came up with Throw It All In Thursday, an ice cream mush party for two. We haven’t done this in years.
After our ice cream mush party for two, the Chinese finally arrives at our front door. We’re both too full to even eat an egg roll. We silently agree not to tell my mom.
<<<->>>
The next morning I try for a smile when my mom walks out of the door but I don’t think I pull it off too well. She doesn’t stop to ask questions. It’s just that I feel the falsity of it. I probably look like one of those clowns that are supposed to appear happy and friendly.
She’s a teacher at the local elementary school. Yep, she was a teacher when I went there, too. That might’ve been the beginning of my being a freak, not fitting in anywhere, but, whatever. I’d rather have no friends than fake ones, and fake friends are what I’d have if I was Miss Popularity. The guys are my only real friends, and I’m fine with that. If only I could convince my mom that a girl can live without other female friends.
Knowing he’s here before he blows the horn, I’m already out the door and on the sidewalk. Getting in without saying anything is weird for me, but I buckle up and wait for him to take off. He doesn’t say anything either, doesn’t even start his truck.
“Is it wrong of me to want y’all to get along? Why in the hell is it so hard? I get along fine with you and I hate everybody!” I throw my hands up in exasperation. “Why can’t my friends just try ? You’ve been trying, which I’m grateful for. But Nicks picks a freakin’ fight for the hell of it. I don’t understand why. And I’m sick of getting my hopes up and then having them crushed. I just want there to be some peace here, ya know?” I pause, waiting for him to say something. Probably something sarcastic and annoying. “Say something!”
Then I see it. He’s holding up a huge stuffed panda bear dressed like a vampire. Well, actually he sits it on his leg because it’s so big. “I’m beary, beary sorry for being a douche.” He squeaks.
“Douche on a stick.” I struggle to hold back a smile.
“That, too.” He peeks over the bear and I can’t hold it back anymore. Wrapping my arms around both him and the bear, I feel close to tears. This time from happiness, because I’ve always wanted a panda bear—a real one, but same difference—and the vamp attire just makes it cuter because I love irony.
Chuckling, he tries to hug me back, but, like I said, it’s a big bear. “You’re awesome.” I settle the bear in between us.
“Just happy to be forgiven….”
I let him get the full view of my angry face. Then my façade breaks, and I wrap my arms around him again.
As we walk into the school, the whole student body is being escorted to the gym. There’s an assembly this early in the morning? Something’s not right. “Do you know what’s going on?”
He shakes his head.
Without a chance to even stop by our lockers, we’re pushed into the gym. He leads me to the top row of risers, where no one’s sitting. It’s usually the first spot to go.
I wonder what he’s making people see on this seat…a few start to come climb up, but then, suddenly, disgust washes over their faces, and they find somewhere else to sit, even if it’s on the floor. “I know you don’t want to be bothered by anyone right now,” he explains, “Neither do I.”
I nod.
“Nicks, over here bro!” one of the guys from the football team calls loudly to be heard over the bustle of the
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