I have the greatest set of friends--I know that because we’ve known each other for a significant amount of time. Megan and I have known each other the longest. Catherine jumped on the bandwagon a little later. We met her in First Grade:
It was break time, and we were all on the playground. I can remember it as plain as day. Cat was sorta new there. And, Megan and I--being such good buddies--had no need to make any new friends.
Nonetheless, Danny Rodgers, the jerk of our Elementary days, went pulling on Cat’s hair. She didn’t want any trouble, and she told him that, but he kept on teasing her--picking up little rocks and throwing them at her. So, boldly, Cat stood from the bench and hit him square in the nose! Of course, Danny being a sore loser, staggered towards her and pushed her into the dirt.
Megan and I could take no more. I’m not saying we were a pair of superheroes or anything, but we were something like that. We had been watching too many Power Rangers episodes that weekend.
We picked up a few sticks and came running at Danny, full speed, yelling and chanting something… Whatever it was, it must have sounded and looked quite insane.
I drew that stick back as far as I could get it, and I clocked Danny one good time upside the back of his head. He took off like a bat out of hell, and we stood there victorious like… like--well, like some famous superhero team.
We helped Cat up from the dirt. Her big, pale green eyes danced around all teary. She said thanks, and we both said at the same time, “No problem!”
We’ve all been kinda following each other around since then. And, oh my god, we were so corny.
We took Cat’s hand and walked inside to the teacher, and she sent us to the nurse. Cat got a Mickey Mouse Band-Aid on her knee and arm. I was so jealous. I begged the nurse for a Bugs Bunny Band-Aid for the invisible scratch above my eyebrow.
It was such hard work being a superhero, and the nurse seemed to understand cause she giggled and gave me a handful of bandages.
We all fell asleep in Megan’s giant bed. She was so spoiled, I swear. She had rosy, pink wallpaper all around her room. And a set of the cutest plush toys I’ve ever seen.
Beside her bed, there was a giant window, with long, flowing, white curtains. And at the foot of her bed, there was a large vanity table--thing. It had drawers and shelves connected to it where she housed her pictures and clothing and all other personal things that she thought could fit.
I might have been the last person to fall asleep. I could remember Megan and Cat’s voices fading off, while I was still lying there, eyes wide open and staring through the moonlit curtains.
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