I'm not finished yet. How do you like it? Before you read, this isn't suppose to be a short story...I was hoping for a longer one, so not all of it fits in just yet. OK. Thanks for all reviews!
Beep! Beep! was what I heard that Monday morning when I was trying so desperately to get just five more minutes of sleep?
Stomping into my bedroom was my mum saying, “Liam get up! Don’t make me come in here and turn that alarm of yours off again! And your dog needs food, water, and to go outside. Your father didn’t give him to you so you can ignore him. How old are you again?” She told me. Apparently she was having a bad morning.
"13" Was all I said as I was taking the blankets off and getting up.
Rubbing my eyes, my dog came into view from the hallway. He was waiting for me to say he could come in. Ralfeo was a very good dog. He was trained well; it took forever, it seemed like.
“Come on in Ralfeo.” He came and jumped on my bed. He wobbled a little; then slammed down.
After I got up and around, I decided I had some time to go ahead and eat some cereal. I searched the dark cupboard for my favorite cereal, and then found it. I smiled.
When I was done, I put the bowl on the floor and called Ralfeo over to lick it clean, well not clean we still have to wash it but it will be easier. My mum came in the dining room to get me for school.
“Come on Liam, go head out to the car. It’s time to leave.” My mum told me with her keys dangling on her finger. “Oh hey, go start the car would you?” She asked.
“That was unusual…” I thought. Shrugging my shoulder with a smile, I snatched the keys and went for the car. As I turned the key, the engine came to life. The sound of the engine was a sweet noise to me. Something about being behind the wheel got me going. I imagined myself in a nice silver mustang and started to fake drive when my mum came out the side door, then I swiftly got out of the drivers set, wiped myself off and went to sit in the passenger set. My mum laughed; she must have seen me turning the wheel.
“Having fun?” She asked me in a playful manner.
“Humph. Yeah, I was.” I said.
It was already a few months into school. As my mum pulled up, I saw my bud sitting on the curb with his binder on his lap drawing. His black hair was bright in the sunlight. Some people would refer to him as “emo” but that was just his hairstyle. It was all right. He usually wore tight jeans; however, today he wore some baggy faded pants, his black and white shoes, and a plain white t-shirt t-shirt.
“Bye mum!” I yelled as I was getting out of the car.
She called after me and said, “Don’t forget your book bag.”
“Oh yeah, I forgot. Thanks mum.” This time I gave her a hug and I heard my friend laugh from outside the car.
My mother drove away and I pushed my friend and said, “What’s so funny, Josh?”
He just snickered and told me, “You still hug you’re mom good-bye?” Josh laughed.
“Oh, shut up dude, it was one time!” I snapped.
“Let’s get to class.” He nudged me.
With my backpack over one shoulder, Josh and I walked through the C-Hall door. My other friend saw Josh and me and came over to us. She wore light blue shorts with a nice blue over shirt and a white under shirt. As she bounced over to us, her dirty blond hair got in her face.
“You’re certainly blue today.” I told her as I over looked her.
Smiling she said, “Thank you!”
Josh made a face. “How’re you, Katie? He asked her.
“I’m all right. What about you?”
“I’m pretty good actually. I was drawing this morning and I think I’m going to show the art teacher in seventh hour,” He paused. “Maybe…” He finished.
“Oh cool, what did you draw?” She asked.
Thinking he said, “I drew a person, someone random, holding a coffee cup or something.”
Katie asked him if she could see it. While they were talking about his drawing, we made our way upstairs and sat down in our first hour. English. Then I saw her.
I felt my mouth open; I quickly shut it. Josh saw me, I guessed; he looked up at me and laughed. Katie with her curious eyes looked at me and flashed her brown eyes in the mystery girls’ direction. Then she looked back at me, covered her mouth, and giggled her high-pitched laugh. As I looked in my friends’ way, she sat in front of me. My mouth fell open again. While the teacher came up to her, Josh came to my side and whispered,
“Hm…looks like you like her.” He said.
Before I had a chance to react, she turned to me and said, “Hi, I’m new here. I am Michele. What’s your name?”
Michele had a perfect beautiful smile, one that made you wanna smile too; every tooth that I saw was a pearl white. Her hair was a shiny black under the bright school light, her cheekbones perked out like a super models did. She was somewhat tall maybe as tall as I was, and skinny. Her eyes were light blue-green, and she had a cute little button nose. Then, I realized I was just sitting there staring at her with a smile of my own. Josh had snapped in my face, I gave him a look that said go away and he knew. The once mystery girl who was now Michele, laughed a little giggle.
“Uh…Hi, I’m Liam Lumbridge,” I paused, looked down and continued. “It’s nice to meet you Michele. You should like it here…Well I do…” I half smiled.
Not even noticing what I did she took my out reached hand and shook it. I was truly embarrassed. At least Michele thought it was funny. Glad I could make her laugh. Josh just laughed and Katie was no help either, but she did say she would try and get her to be friends with Michele and put in a good word about me. Hopefully she would follow through on that, wouldn’t get my hopes up.
“Ugh! Did you think I was being weird, or…” I looked down, moving my hands in a somewhat circle, trying to find the right word.
“Strange, awkward, nervous, and a fool, does that sum it up for you?” Josh threw the words out like it didn’t make a difference how I acted.
Katie just put her hand over her mouth and laughed.
“Katie, why don’t you just run along,” Raising my eye brows at her, I moved my hands back in forth in a line that pointed to her bus.
“Well, fine if that’s how you feel, and then I will.” She puffed. Then she said, “See you guys tomorrow!”
We waved even though she didn’t see; she knew. I remembered when I first saw her; she was pretty but not as pretty as Michele. When I saw Katie the first time she wore her hair up the why that she hates, but it didn’t look half bad on her. For like the first few days I knew her, I thought I actually liked her. Trying to escape the nasty thoughts I searched for something Josh and I could do. Josh had found it for me when he said,
“Hey,” He snapped at my wondering eyes. “Do you wanna hang at the park, or something?”
“Hey,” I snapped back in his face a few times. “You snap in my face a lot, you know.”
“Oh, I do, sorry. So, how about that park, wanna go?” He asked once again.
“Well, why not.” Shrugging my shoulders for the second time today, we set off for the Ridge-way Park.
We wandered the park for a while then stumped upon the swings. We set our book bags down and sat on the worn out swings. They squealed under our weight, but that didn’t stop us. I felt like a chick, just sitting there on the swings. Guys are supposed to skateboard and run around or something. I’ve never seen a few guys just sitten on some swings.
“Dude, remember when we were like five or somewhere around there when I first moved here we played on these swings. What was it we called it? Oh yeah bumper cars, such fun we had.”
Bumper cars – a game where two people would swing side to side and slam up against each other while on the swing.
“Ha, yeah I remember that, you were a scared lost little boy then, and shy.” Josh laughed. I tried to cut in and tell him he was wrong but he was right. Then he went on. “You member that other game we played I don’t think we had a name for it. When we like acted like the ground was lava, and if any of us touched it we were out. We would climb on the swing sets, and jump from rock to another piece of equipment.” Josh laughed and looked up at the sky, and plopped on the ground below the already low swing.
“Yep, I remember. We were so carefree then, and we still are a little.” I got up and went around to the other side of my rusty red swing and laid on it belly first, spread my arms out and kicked my feet off the ground and swung a few inches. As I did that, Josh – still sitting on the ground but now with his hands up over his head holding his also rusty old green swing - just watched me with a weird look. “What? Its fun, you try it.” I told him.
“Oh I know that. I used to do that with my brother.” He said.
“Oh. I wish I had a brother or sister just to take to the park and swing with or something, it’s boring around the house when you’re an only child.” I said, with a sigh.
“Trust me, dude you do not want siblings or older brothers and sisters. They’re annoying and they bug you all the time. You never get any alone time. I would know.” He replied raising his eyebrow, probably wishing he was an only child. “But hey, that’s why you got me. We’re basically brothers.” He said with the corners of his mouth pulling up, and turning to look at me while I was touching the ground and moving some sand around between my dry fingers.
“True, true,” I mumbled. “We are like brothers. Ha, you’re my brother from another
mother!” I said in the best “gangster” voice possible for me. I also crossed my arms a little above my chest.
“Wow…don’t do that again…” He said looking away. “Really don’t if someone’s watching.” He said once again looking away, embarrassed.
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