Maxine

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Something to ponder upon

Hi, my name is Kinkinni.
Well occasionally my friends like to call me Feather.
And I think when I was born I almost considered naming myself Diamond.
But for some reason most people just call me Maxine, it’s short for Max.
Sometimes when I walk on the bus to school I sit next to Duncan. Duncan has long hair. Almost long enough that I could make it into a rope and tie it around a cloud or something. But its not at that length yet, only long enough to cover his eyebrows, just a little.
Other days I sit next to Liz. She’s really nice but sometimes I question her insanity. Sometimes she just hates everything and everyone. And her face turns purple and she was this close to blowing up once. And I like her and everything but those are they days I sit with Duncan.
I also have a lot of other friends. But they ride a different bus. That bus smells like shit sometimes. I don’t like shit sometimes.
Today I think someone rained on Liz or something so I sat next to Duncan. I Had the hiccups.
“Hey.”
“Hey, Max.”
Then we got off the bus. Duncan’s not one of those people who like to talk in the morning. But I don’t like to talk at night so I can see where he is coming from. I asked him if he knew what hiccups are.
“Not really.”
“Well I’m pretty sure I know what they are.”
“What?”
“Well you know that little person that lives in your throat?’
“Probably, but I don’t remember him very well.”
“Well when he wants to say something he tries to jump out of your throat. But usually what he wants to say isn’t good so you try to swallow him and that’s what a hiccup is.”
He was quiet for a second. I think he was trying to hiccup.
“What does he want to say that’s so bad?”
“I don’t know. It could be anything I guess.”
Today Mrs. T was teaching us about something. I don’t know what it was she was teaching us because I don’t know a lot about somethings. But I think Mrs. T stands for Mrs. Teacher, or maybe Mrs. Tyrant. I think Mrs. Teacher/’Tyrant forgot to tape the corners of her lips in a smile because she did not seem happy today. Or maybe she was happy but no one ever told her how to smile and that’s why she tapes it all the time.
Mrs. T told me I should learn more instead of not learning in class. I thought I did pretty good in class. I always get good grades. But maybe she doesn’t like when I don’t answer her questions out loud in class instead of on a test. I think she expects too much sometimes.
Duncan and Liz came over after school. I had the hiccups again. Duncan asked me what my man wanted to say. And I said I wasn’t sure but I knew it was bad so I just had to keep hiccupping.
I actually did know what he wanted to say. But if I told Duncan what it was there really wouldn’t be any point in trying to swallow the throat man with my hiccups.
I think I’m probably done writing now. Because I don’t know how this story ends yet. After all it did just start. I don’t know if it will be that great of a story anyway. But if it is I’ll let you know.


Submitted: March 30, 2010

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ChocoNerd

I like it :)

Wed, March 31st, 2010 12:53am

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