The morning was dark, and it
really didn't look much like morning at all. But, my mother
reassured me that it actually was the next day. She had to go to
work, apparently it was urgent, and she needed me to go to school
today; since my father didn't have time to come see to me, I'd
have to trifle through a severe thunderstorm--with the
possibility of nickel-sized hail--alone. By the looks of it, the
sky had already begun brewing up something horrendous to pelter
"Mom… I'm not four… I can take
care of myself, you know."
" I know that, Jen, I
"You just what, mom? You'd rather
force me to go to school in this bad weather than to let me stay
home and be safe? With the way things are looking, they may even
cancel class today anyway…"
"But, they haven't, Jennifer
Lynette Brighton. So, you're going. And, that's
As my mother's phone began to
ring, I turned around--defeated--grabbed my raincoat and walked
out of the house. She came outside and stood with me a minute and
"Can you stay out of trouble for
an entire day while I'm away?"
"Mom… I'm at home alone when I get
back from school anyhow."
"Well, Megan's mother called me
and according to her, school is cancelled today."
"Oh yes! I'm coming,
"Yea... if you stay in bed all
day, what do I have to worry about?" she teased.
"That's exactly what I'm saying,
"Yes, well… I'll be back around
nine or so, alright?"
"Okay! But, you'll probably need
your key because you know where I'll be," I said, pointing
upstairs in the direction of my room.
"I doubt if you'll be in bed that
long," she tittered. "But please, Jen. Stay clear of the windows
and try to use as little electricity as possible. I don't want
any accidents, okay?"
"Mom," I whined, "I've got it!
"Alright!" She said, inching
towards the steps. "Remember, sometime around
After watching my mother take long
strides from the porch and out into the rain, I ran up the stairs
and dove into bed. Damn it felt good to sleep in on a school day…
on a dark, thundering morning.
Around 12, I got out of bed and
lazed around the house for a while. I changed out of the clothing
that I was going to wear to school and put on some pajama bottoms
and an old, gray, long-sleeved shirt. It was a bit loose in the
shoulders and kept sliding down my arm, but it was kind of warm
in the house; so, I didn't mind.
Around one, I found something
interesting to read. It came from a box of old novels that mom
gave me about a year ago. And by the looks of it, she didn't go
through the box before handing them down because, these books
were as guilty as sin.
There was this really short novel
I finished rather quickly called, Paradise Island. And let's just
say on that island, there was more than one kind of treasure that
they were digging for. Mom would never approve of these books!
But, she didn't check them… So, I'll just keep them to myself.
Next book on the list, The Sandpit.
Throughout the day it was dark and
windy. Around two-thirty, the thunder sounded closer. Then around
three, it started to rain. And my, did it rain… I could barely
see anything out of the windows. Soon after the rain started, the
hail came… A visitor came too.
I ran to open the door and… to my
disbelief, it was Jesse.
"I told you I'd be here," he said,
huffing. He had barely gotten touched by the rain. His hair
seemed dry but, there was a bit of rain sprinkled across his
chest and shoulders.
"But-it's about to storm
"Well, it wasn't raining when I
started walking," he laughed. "But if you want, I can turn right
around and walk back home."
"Well, I don't want you to go out
in this weather and get sick or hurt-"
"Then I'll stay," he said, closing
the door behind him.
"Um… alright, then… I just--forgot
that you would be coming…"
"Well, just tell your parents I'm
here, no big deal."
"My…mom's at work…right
"Well… I'm a little reluctant to
meet your pops… but if that makes you feel better, I can check
"My dad doesn't live here…
besides, he could probably care less."
"Oh, I see."
I locked the door and laid across
the sofa again. Jesse sat in a chair, and for a while, he didn't
say anything. I think it was about 15 minutes later when he
actually decided to talk.
"So, what are you
I held up the book so he could
read the title.
"So, um… what's it
"This… team of excavators who get
"Well? Get trapped in
"If you want to know so bad, why
don't you read it when I'm done."
"You don't have to be so
defensive," he laughed, "it's just a book." He got out of his
chair and knelt by the box of books. "Deep Impact…
Love Slave… Caves and Crypts," he read aloud.
"Why are you reading these types of books??"
"They're interesting," I said,
tucking my feet underneath myself.
"It's because you're…horny," he
laughed. "Aren't you?"
"Oh my god…" I said, rolling my
eyes at him.
"Let me see that book you got
there," he said, reaching up at it.
"No! I'm reading
"I just wanna see what you're
reading," he insisted, climbing onto the sofa.
He started wrestling me for it. I
tried putting the book underneath me, but he reached behind my
back and took it.
"John! Take me, right here!
Right now! I need your body brushing against mine!" he
"Jesse, stop it! Give it
"He pulled himself between her
knees and thrust angrily!"
"He lay on his back and
watched as she rocked back and forth on his swollen,
"Ahhhhhhh!! You know what?! Just
keep the damn thing!"
"No, no, wait! I'm sorry," he
laughed, "I'm so sorry."
"I don't care," I said, pushing
him off of the couch and quickly standing. "Get out! Walk home! I
don't care if you get wet or sick or hit by a car! Just
I ran upstairs and plopped down
across the bed, waiting to hear the front door open and close. I
instead felt Jesse sit down beside me. He had followed me
"It's not such a big deal," he
said. "It's just a book."
"But it's embarrassing when you
read it out loud like that--you don't understand."
"If it's so embarrassing, then why
would you read it?"
"Because--I thought it was-- kinda
interesting… I was curious… That's all."
After a brief moment of silence,
"Well, what if… what if we cured