AuthorNote: Styles/fonts of writing have
changed becauseI pasted from Word to Booksie.
For my loving erratic sister,
"If you ever get scared, just sing to yourself"
Breakfast for supper
The creases the pink shirt had were a
real bother, I couldn't stop myself from smoothing them over;
pretending I was flattening Jerry Elter's face.
I grinned deviously at the wicked
thought and forced my hands to my sides, retreating to the small
kitchen of our three bedroom apartment.
"You're ready for school?" My sister
Anne asked, she was a very
responsible yet fun sister. For some
strange reason, she and I just have this click, which our other
sister; Maggie is jealous of. She even admitted it, and how she
was annoyed and left out. I just thought she was a complaining
bimbo at the time.
"Absolutely" I replied, rummaging
around in the fridge and coming across an apple I had to have. I
took a bite out of the red juicy item and chewed
She grinned and stood, snatching her
car keys from the key holder. Mom was rushing around, but I
wasn't going to bother.
"Maggie!" We both called out in
unison. Ever since she got her boyfriend Mike, she changed.
Outstandingly I might add.
She came into the hall, and held her
index finger out, claiming one more minute or
"Alright… we'll be outside" Anne said
loudly, I finished tying my lace on my grey high-tops, and
followed Anne out.
The thing about Anne, is that ever
since her falling out with Becka Morre-former best friend-she
became bipolar. Happy, yet always finding that place to go back
to too feel sorry for herself.
And I was her 'therapist', so she put
it, told me everything and anything. Most importantly, she
protected me, not in an obsessive way, but more like a,
touch-my-baby-sister-and-I'll-touch-you type of
Maggie hopped in the back seat and
Anne put the car in reverse, backing out of the oversized parking
lot and onto the main streets.
"So," she started, pausing to switch
lanes, "Clouse is getting to school by himself?" She asked, I
started biting my lip again, biting off the skin that became
"Yeah, said he had 'some important
business' to take care of" I quoted with my fingers. In my
peripheral vision, I could see her nodding.
I heard Maggie mumble something under
her breath, but wasn't a tiny bit interested in
Finally at school, I sat in the
regular seat in the back of English class, waiting for Clouse to
get here. I had some news to share with him!
Clouse Wicker is my best friend, has
been since grade 5, Jerry Elter had shoved me down, making me
confused and sad. Clouse, new kid of the school, came over and
shoved Jerry down, claiming that you treat a girl how you want to
be treated, and helped me up.
Ever since then, we just couldn't
seem to not be separated. A lot of things changed since high
school. Like our looks, grades, new friends. You know how it
goes. But the thing that stayed controlled was our friendship. We
weren't as stuck to each other as before, but, we're still a
Just than, he walked in, his
naturally straight hair extending forward toward his forehead and
sticking out in different directions. He was a natural bed
He smiled in my direction, raising
his hand, the three fingers limp but two always erect (a greeting
he only presents to me) and sitting down.
"Hey man," He mumbled, a light smile
on his lips.
"Yo," I replied, smiling
"Café later?" I asked, he nodded his
head, taking out his books and placing them in the middle of the
desk. I never understood why he always placed them directly in
When class finally started, he
slipped a note on my desk. He wasn't the best at being secretive,
so I thought the teacher saw him. Which he didn't.
I unfolded the crimpled
Where were you last night?
I glanced at him, he was looking at
the teacher, pretending to pay attention. Why does it matter? I
mean, I can keep some things to myself, and he can
I scribbled on a part of the
was at the park… had some stuff to take care of
I checked the teacher, he had his
back to us, mumbling to the board, as if we weren't even here.
Stupid substitutes. Clouse was reading the note and frowned,
jotting something else down.
I was jealous of his hand script, Its
small and elegant. Mine is small and sloppy.
He threw the paper on my desk. I
looked down, it said:
Yeah, good teamwork man,
What were you doing?
I smirked, doing to best. Finally, I
decided to just, run with the truth. I took a few glances at the
teacher, and around the class, my eyes falling back on Clouse.
Who was expectantly waiting.
So I wrote the truth:
Maggie's planning to run away with
returd boyfriend. And she wanted me to
We both exchanged a frown and the
look in his eyes told me that this was over. So, we started to
listen to the crap lesson the sub was teaching. I wish Mr. Fraz
was here, I mean he's the best teacher ever.
After the final bell rang, I was
outside, the clouds shadowed all the high school students,
including me and Clouse. We were minding our own affair, just
enjoying the warmness of mid August; when Tyler and Jerry waltzed
right out of the front doors, mean grins plastered on they're
I looked away, pretending I didn't
see them, my muscles tensing
immediately. Last 'event' that
happened with them, was that Tyler and Jerry tried to get they're
sister's to beat me up. I don't know what I did to make them so
Must be something.
"Oh, look, its Dumb and Dumber!"
Tyler exclaimed, I looked at Clouse, and than at the two
They were both tall, taller than me,
but same height as Clouse. Boys and they're
"What do you want?" Clouse asked, his
voice bored and uninterested.
I pulled my long sleeves over my
closed fists and gripped onto it.
"Your mom" Tyler said, setting Jerry
to spring into girly giggles. Fag, I thought.
They walked off, high fiving each
other. I frowned. Clouse just shook his head, not seeming to care
"I really don't give a fuck about
them" He muttered, looking at his Vans shoes. "They can die in
pain for all I care". I chuckled darkly, amused by his vicious
"That makes two of us. Now lets go
before Slutty-Sandra comes over and rubs her nasty tits all over
you" He burst out laughing, I just grinned, pulling him along
with me as his body shook with laughter.
We turned onto our usual route,
looking at the new additions. Every day, there seems to be
something new about this neighborhood. Its totally
The flower-shop lady had out
different flowers, purple and blue ones, while the next door
neighbor, changed his comics around.
"Man, I swear…" Clouse murmured,
studying the lady as she watered her flowers.
"Stop creepin'" I said, nudging his
arm lightly. He raised an eyebrow down at me and guided me across
the street. I used to have an obsession with
We sat in our usual place in the
Café, ordered our usual, and then, we sat in silence until our
The apartment was dead silent, Clouse
jumped out of his shoes, racing into the kitchen. How does he
I raced after him, too later. He
squeezed the lid off, and started spraying the luscious swirling
white stuff in his mouth.
Whipped Cream; delight!
With intense speed, I snatched it out
of his hand, and started filling my own mouth with
"Hey!" He practically yelled, I grin,
the white stuff coming out. He started chuckling, and I sucked it
"I'm home!" Mom hollered from the
door. I nodded, and handed the can over to Clouse. Mom popped her
head in, a bright smile planted right on her lips. I fixed a fake
smile on my face.
"What's up?" I asked, a bit
suspicious at this new act of happiness. Sounds a bit silly,
seeing as everyone has a right to be happy. But, she's usually
stressed or some shit.
"Nothing?" she said, sounding
confused. I just shook my shoulders and sprayed some more Whipped
Cream into my mouth. She walked out of the silent atmosphere and
into her own world; her painting room.
After Clouse left, mom was busy in
the kitchen, making supper. Which was specially being made for
me; seeing as its my favorite.
Maggie was with her boyfriend, and
Anne, not too sure.
When mom finished, I took my special
breakfast supper up to my room to eat in peace. And afterwards,
sleep in peace.