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beautiful, April.”
The minute I got into my room I wrote for hours; it was the first time I didn’t spend the entire night staring at that blinking cursor waiting for the ideas to come to me.
Hello! April wake the hell up! Jamie asked you to be his girlfriend you know what you want so just respond to the kid already. Stop worrying about your looks and what he’ll think of you when he actually sees the brace. The hard part is over you’ve won him. This is the easy part. I’m kind of getting used to giving myself pep talks these days. I’m like my own little relationship coach. If I keep this up Amber will be out of a job.
With a shaky hand I spread the note out on my desk and write, very sloppily I might add, ARM (April Ruth Marks) next to my decision. Holy crap this is happening right now. Okay here goes everything. I fold the paper back into the triangle and not so subtly toss it at him. Mrs. Honor looks up from her notes right as the note is flying through the air.
“Shit, we’re caught. She saw me pass the note” I whisper to Jamie. I cringe as she glides toward the back of the room. Jamie has the note clutched in his hand as Mrs. Honor stops in between our desks. She glances at him then at me. She is going to take the note from him I can feel it. She is going to have to pry it out of his hand though. He is holding it so tightly his fingers turn white. The anticipation is torture.
“Ms. Marks, if you wouldn’t mind,” Mrs. Honor starts. Here it comes. I brace myself for the embarrassment. “Since Mr. Clarke has decided that the summer reading of To Kill a Mockingbird was a meaningless suggestion, will you please provide him with the Sparksnotes. We will be having a quiz on this next week.”
I’m frozen. I knew that fear was a good silencer but I never realized that relief could be also. I glance at Jamie who is grinning like we’ve just been given a get out of jail free card and I suppose, in a way we have.
“Well, Ms. Marks?” Mrs. Honor is still staring at me and waiting for my response and she’s not the only one. I still haven’t given Jamie an answer either.
“Yes,” I reply but I am not looking at Mrs. Honor.
-9-
I have a boyfriend now! I swear I would go skipping through town shouting that out loud if I didn’t think I would look insane. I’m not usually the type of person to be this excited over something as ordinary as having a boyfriend but there’s something special about Jamie and I get those butterflies in my stomach when I think about him. I am sure that with time the nervousness and anxiety I get when I know I am going to see Jamie will fade away, at least I hope it will. One thing's for sure, getting ready for school will be a hell of a lot easier.
“April, get a move on it you’re going to be late!” mom shouts from downstairs.
I am, once again, running late. Because of the brace my routine has changed a lot and I need even more time to get ready for school. I have narrowly made it to class just before the bell rings for the last two weeks and I know that one of these days my luck is going to run out.
“Yes, mom I know. Thank you for the reminder,” I reply as I throw my hair into a ponytail, grab my backpack and rush out the bedroom door.
“I swear sometimes your father and I think you’re going to come out of that room as a fifty-year-old woman with how long it takes you to get ready in the morning,” mom says as I fly down the stairs.
Today is one of those weird days when the Anchor is unusually quiet and mom is given the day off. I envy how comfortable she must be in that pink robe and really wish I could wear bunny slippers to school. Most days my parents are out of the house long before I’m awake.
“Excuse me if this damn brace slows me down in the morning. If it bothers you that much I’ll happily stop wearing it.” Playing the guilt card is basically my go to for when I’m in trouble. I figure my parents’ sympathy for me
The minute I got into my room I wrote for hours; it was the first time I didn’t spend the entire night staring at that blinking cursor waiting for the ideas to come to me.
Hello! April wake the hell up! Jamie asked you to be his girlfriend you know what you want so just respond to the kid already. Stop worrying about your looks and what he’ll think of you when he actually sees the brace. The hard part is over you’ve won him. This is the easy part. I’m kind of getting used to giving myself pep talks these days. I’m like my own little relationship coach. If I keep this up Amber will be out of a job.
With a shaky hand I spread the note out on my desk and write, very sloppily I might add, ARM (April Ruth Marks) next to my decision. Holy crap this is happening right now. Okay here goes everything. I fold the paper back into the triangle and not so subtly toss it at him. Mrs. Honor looks up from her notes right as the note is flying through the air.
“Shit, we’re caught. She saw me pass the note” I whisper to Jamie. I cringe as she glides toward the back of the room. Jamie has the note clutched in his hand as Mrs. Honor stops in between our desks. She glances at him then at me. She is going to take the note from him I can feel it. She is going to have to pry it out of his hand though. He is holding it so tightly his fingers turn white. The anticipation is torture.
“Ms. Marks, if you wouldn’t mind,” Mrs. Honor starts. Here it comes. I brace myself for the embarrassment. “Since Mr. Clarke has decided that the summer reading of To Kill a Mockingbird was a meaningless suggestion, will you please provide him with the Sparksnotes. We will be having a quiz on this next week.”
I’m frozen. I knew that fear was a good silencer but I never realized that relief could be also. I glance at Jamie who is grinning like we’ve just been given a get out of jail free card and I suppose, in a way we have.
“Well, Ms. Marks?” Mrs. Honor is still staring at me and waiting for my response and she’s not the only one. I still haven’t given Jamie an answer either.
“Yes,” I reply but I am not looking at Mrs. Honor.
-9-
I have a boyfriend now! I swear I would go skipping through town shouting that out loud if I didn’t think I would look insane. I’m not usually the type of person to be this excited over something as ordinary as having a boyfriend but there’s something special about Jamie and I get those butterflies in my stomach when I think about him. I am sure that with time the nervousness and anxiety I get when I know I am going to see Jamie will fade away, at least I hope it will. One thing's for sure, getting ready for school will be a hell of a lot easier.
“April, get a move on it you’re going to be late!” mom shouts from downstairs.
I am, once again, running late. Because of the brace my routine has changed a lot and I need even more time to get ready for school. I have narrowly made it to class just before the bell rings for the last two weeks and I know that one of these days my luck is going to run out.
“Yes, mom I know. Thank you for the reminder,” I reply as I throw my hair into a ponytail, grab my backpack and rush out the bedroom door.
“I swear sometimes your father and I think you’re going to come out of that room as a fifty-year-old woman with how long it takes you to get ready in the morning,” mom says as I fly down the stairs.
Today is one of those weird days when the Anchor is unusually quiet and mom is given the day off. I envy how comfortable she must be in that pink robe and really wish I could wear bunny slippers to school. Most days my parents are out of the house long before I’m awake.
“Excuse me if this damn brace slows me down in the morning. If it bothers you that much I’ll happily stop wearing it.” Playing the guilt card is basically my go to for when I’m in trouble. I figure my parents’ sympathy for me
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