My TT: Who's Who (m)
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|Tue, 03-12-2002 - 9:57pm|
My TT: Who's Who (m)
Well, eyewrite's TT reminded me of a story (about kids bullying other kids) that I started over a year ago during one of Jessica's writing classes. I pulled this one out of the story idea box. Hope it works!
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“Mom, can I ask you something?”
“Sure,” she says, not looking up from her potting wheel. We both watch the vase she is working on collapse into a useless pile of clay. “Damn it!”
“I’m sorry I interrupted you. I’ll ask you later.” I turn to walk away.
She pinches my shirtsleeve, being careful not to get it dirty. “Get back here, honey. What’d you want to ask me?
I stare at her with big brown eyes that she tells me reminds her of my father. “It’s about Saturday. Do you think we could...see I wondering if...I wanted to know if Roz could stay home instead of going with us to the pool party?”
She raises an eyebrow, a small frown forms on her lips. “That’d be rude, don’t you think?”
“No. It’s not that I don’t want her to go but I just wanted us to have some time alone,” I lie.
“Kelsey, it’s a neighborhood party with thirty or forty people so we’re not going to be alone exactly. Why do you not want her to go? ”
I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t know. Forget I ask about it, okay?”
After an overly exaggerated wink, she says, “You got it.”
My face holds a smile until I get out of her sight then I mouth the same curse words as my mom had said. I am so mad that my scheme has failed. Since we’d moved to this new town last month, I thought no one had noticed my “two moms.” Now, all the kids will know after Saturday; the kids at school will start to snicker when I walk by and whisper things behind my back just like they did at my old school. They’ll all ask “oh couldn’t Mr. Mirazski make it?” Then, in a matter of fact tone my mom will tell them “No, he won’t be coming.” Before they have a chance to assume my parents had simply divorced, she’ll tell everyone about her girlfriend, Roz.
Enthralled by the Missundaztood CD I’m listening to instead of doing my homework, I don’t hear Roz enter my room. .
“Get your damn feet off that desk and listen to me!” she says. Moments later, she cracks up laughing. I join in, though initially I’d been scared. She walks over and sits on my bed, placing her elbows on her knees and places her hands together. She smiles. “Your Mom didn’t realize I had other plans this weekend so I won’t be able to go the party, okay?”
I bite my bottom lip, trying to hide my happiness. “I’m sorry you can’t come.”
She gets up and taps the desk with her finger. “Well, maybe next time. You need help with your homework, Kiddo,” she asks.
I look down at the opened book. Guilt rushes to mind. Here am I secretly planning a way to keep everyone from meeting this wonderful person and why? Because I’m embarrassed of the relationship between her and my Mom? Before she leaves, I call out, “Is there any way you could do whatever you’re doing this weekend another time. I’d really like for you to go with us.”
She stares at me with a “make up your mind” look. “Well, I can see if I can. Are you sure you want me to go?”
“Yeah,” I answer. “I really do.”
“Okay, in that case I’m sure I can. Now hurry up with your homework and come help me cook dinner.”
“Be there in a minute,” I answer as she leaves the room.