the most fabulous sunglasses model in the world
A Raspberry Lemon Drop Fruitcake Twist never tasted so good. I never even knew I had it in me to run from Fruity Flavah Smoothies. That was twenty seven seconds away, and boy, had I outdone myself this time! I would have the whole entire bus to myself! Then I could be alone with my plastic farm animals-my only pride and hobby.
I wasn’t the thinnest kid around. You could even call me fat. Many have. So when I persperate I PER-SPER-ATE! I loved having the bus to myself. I wasn’t the most social kid either. The bus driver never heard what I was saying to my little lamb, cow, or prize-winning plastic pig. She had begged the county to let her operate her vehicle from a see through, sound proof cube, so she could lock herself up in there and not have to smell me or listen to those old ladies chat about bingo night at the library. So it was better for both for us.
So I decided to take out Bart the playboy rooster and Sheniqua the ooh la la pussy and turn them into a couple, tormented by the other animals who teased them. But they defied them and got married. A lovely plastic wedding. And it was going perfectly. At first. All of a sudden the bus came to a screeching halt and the doors opened. I wasn’t worried that anyone would come in within one sniff of me, but I still collected the farm just in case. Then I realized that Mel, the goose preacher, was missing. What could I do? How would the couple wed? I couldn’t ordain the farm animals in less than a day! I looked everywhere for Mel. I gave up finally. I hadn’t looked very long, but how far could he have gone?
And then the doors opened and in stepped this girl. This girl with blonde hair that was sweet and shorter than most girls’ hair. It framed her face so that you could only slightly see those rosy cheeks of hers. She had some light freckles sprinkled across her nose, and I thought she looked like an angel. And she had sunglasses. Huge sunglasses. With rhinestones on the sides. And she looked like a model out of one of those ads you see in gossip magazines. Not that I read them.
She came in, nodded at the bus driver, dropped her change in the container, and sat down across from me. Then she smiled a smile so white I was blinded for a minute. But then reality whizzed right at me and hit me in the head and I got right back to picking up my plastic farm animals.
She gave me a good long stare then took off her sunglasses. Her eyes said it all. She was asking about my farm animals.
I tried to open my mouth, but I had no explanation, and then pretended I didn’t see her look. She looked like she understood.
“You know, I’ve been on TV before.”
That was the thing I least expected her to say.
I just looked at my sweaty palms, growing wetter by the nano-second.
“Oh,” I said softly to the girl.
“It was the Education Channel. I lived right across the street from their building,” she told no one in particular. “It was the best thing about our house.”
“Oh,” I repeated.
“See, my auntie was friendly with Mr. Carter, and he’s the station manager. So he got me a spot on the ‘Learn and Grow Show’. And I was just one of the crowd-I didn’t talk or anything. Just stood there and smiled and waved and sang opera. I sing opera, ya know?” she said fast. I just nodded.
“Oh.”
“So, Mr. Carter comes up to me and tells me, ‘Sandi, honey, you’re great. You’re fabulous. You’re absolutely super. Just do one thing for me-shut up!’ And guess what? I did! But not to my Auntie of course. She would take care of things with Carter. Oh, by the way, my name’s Sandi,” she told me again quickly.
“Oh.”
“Is that all you say?” she asked suddenly.
And I said, “No.”
She opened her mouth to say something, then sat back down. I could tell I made her think. I like making people think.
Finally this Sandi girl said, “Who are you, anyway?”
“Aumi.”
“Is that it?”
“It’s short for Amadeus.
“Like Mozart?”
“Yeah,” I said. This girl was beginning to intrigue me.
“Can you play Mozart?” she asked, not just making small talk, but out of curiosity.
“Nope. I have no musical skills whatsoever.” That was the longest thing I had said to her.
She didn’t speak, but she looked at me out of the corner of her eye. Now it was my turn to talk.
“Are you from around here?” I asked awkwardly.
“Oh no,” she laughed, “I’m from Australia, originally. I don’t sound Australian, I know. My dad was 35% Indian and 70% Dutch when my mom was 40% Australian and 50% American and 10 % something else. I think it was French or Danish or something. Then my parents gave me to my aunt so they could travel the world together and here I am. I‘ve lived here for about three months now. I‘m twelve.”
“Oh.” I was sorry I asked.
Then she noticed what I clutched in my left hand. Her eyes widened.
“I love smoothies! Don’t tell me, it’s Fruity Flavah!” she almost screamed.
I nodded yes.
She got up and danced all around, but the bus was moving and she fell to knees and slid across the sticky bus ground. She got up and laughed.
“Did you wanna go get a smoothie Aumi?” she asked me.
“Well, I already have one, but um, okay.”
“Great! Let’s go! I need a Groovy Smoothie right now. It’s a vegetarian place. Did I mention I’m a vegetarian?”
And that was the beginning of my friendship with the most fabulous sunglasses model in the world.
CHAPTER 2
I had never met a person quite like her before.
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