Is Home Really Where The Heart Is?, chapter 7
After the outburst in the cafeteria, lunch ended and I began walking down the hall next to Sydney.
"Come! You need to see Cheese Doodle!" she grabbed my wrist again and took me down a hallway.
"You keep snacks in your locker?" I asked. Odd...
"No! Cheese Doodle is my monkey. Duh."
"Why do you have a monkey in your locker?"
"He told me he's lonely at home... So I bring him to school." She pulled me over to a random locker and kneed it with her, well, knee. And it opened oddly enough. That was when I saw him. Cheese Doodle, as she called him, ended up being a sock monkey. He was tan and brown with red lips, a red butt and big black buttons for eyes. I noticed he also had a blue vest and a pink scarf wrapped around his neck.
"You wanna hold him?!"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Nope!" And she shoved Cheese Doodle into my arms. I turned him around and noticed a rainbow patch ironed on the back of his vest.
"Is Cheese Doodle by any means... Gay?"
"How did you know?!" she looked surprised.
"The rainbow."
"Oh that. Yeah he is gay. He came out about 4 months ago. I was able to iron on the patch with a hair straightener... Isn't that cool?!"
"That's... Umm... Interesting. You have a gay sock monkey sitting in your locker."
"Well, where else would I keep him. We can't have monkeys in class."
"So then, if I got you a big purse for your birthday, would you end up carrying Cheese Doodle all over the place in it?"
"Most likely. Oh and just so you know, my birthday is February 19th... Hint hint." she said lifting her eyebrows up as she did.
"Whatever." And with that I began walking away to the office. I didn't think being late for anything on my first day was going to leave a good impression. Then I stopped suddenly. Whoa! Look! It's a pencil... Stuck in the ceiling. Now how'd that get there? Hmmm... I forgot about the pencil and began walking towards the office again.
There was only one and one half hours left to school, and lucky me I get to fill out more papers and go over rules and stuff... Again. The last bell of the day rang Thank God! , so I gathered up all of my stuff, which wasn't much, and ran outside. Actually, I more of did a quick paced walk, instead of run, but whatever. I started looking around for familiar faces, but I had no luck. Then I noticed a tall, dark-ish blonde haired figure walk by in the distance. It was some weird kid with a pocket protector, but next to him was Billie Joe and Mike. Imagine that.
"Yo Mike, Billie Joe." I yelled out to them. They both turned around to see who was calling them. I walked over and stood next to them.
"Hey," they both said in unison. All of a sudden an idea seemed to strike Billie Joe.
"You know, 'hey' is for horses." He smiled at his little joke. So naturally, I had to think of a comeback. Think quicker darn you!
"Yeah, but grass is cheaper, so go buy some." [/i]Oh! What a comeback! Go me! Go me! Ok I'm done now. Wait... Did my comeback even make sense? [/i]
"You know what, I think I will. Thanks for the suggestion." Billie Joe said and started walking away.
"You don't like me do you, Billie Joe?" I asked as he turned around again.
"Honestly? Not that much. I don't know why, but maybe I will eventually. I mean I felt the same about Al when I first met him. But for now, I might just ignore you." He looked me straight in the eye, then walked away to his house. Was he joking?
"Mike? Did Billie Joe really mean what he said? He didn't seem like he hated me this morning." I felt bad now. Why didn't Billie Joe like being near me? I feel bad now...
"Don't mind him, he'll be back to normal in a few days... Or weeks." Mike avoided eye-contact with me.
"Hey Mike, mind filling me in on any of this?"
"No, not really." He said nonchalantly, Oh! More big words!, and started walking away. I followed him for two reasons. One, I wanted to know what he wasn't telling me. And two, my house is in the same direction.
"Mike! Stop! Teeeelllllll mmmmeeeeee! NOW!" He finally stopped and turned to face me.
"I'm not telling you now. If you come over my house another day, maybe I can tell you then. But I just can't now. I need to see if Billie's ok." Yet again, he walked away slowly.
"See, now if you told me what was wrong, I could come and help you comfort Billie Joe for whatever is bothering him!" I yelled back one last time. I guess I'm not finding out what's up with Billie Joe anytime soon. Oh well.
I continued walking towards my house, and was able to find it on the first try! Yay me! I got home, put, ok threw, my backpack down on the ground and continued up to my room. NO WAIT! I actually brought my backpack up to my room. It dropped and I had to pick it up. So I and my backpack went to my room. Then I did what every fifteen year old girl does when she gets home from school. I planted myself at my drum set and began to beat the heck out of them! Then eventually, I saw headlights pull into the driveway. Well, technically it was the whole car, but some people just say the headlights. I wonder why? I heard my mom come in and yell up at me.
"Honey I'm home!"
"No you aren't!" I yelled back. I got up and walked over to my door. Then I continued downstairs. When I turned my head I noticed that a fly was sitting on my shoulder. So naturally, I began whacking it. Now remember I'm continuously hitting my shoulder. Yes I look like a little... Odd. But do you think I figured that one out? Nope! So I was walking into the kitchen as I was whacking my shoulder, when my mom gave me a very deranged look. That's when I started mumbling to myself...
"Stupid fly! Go Away!" Then I saw my reflection in the refrigerator. I slowly stopped.
"Aww man. I did it again didn't I?" I asked my mom as I hung my head in shame.
"Yes, and it was only a piece of lint this time." she informed me as she picked the piece of lint off my shoulder. "Just go to bed."
"Yes mom, night mom." I hung my head down and walked back up to my bedroom. I was tired, er, more tired than I realized, because about 3. 9591 minutes after my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.
"Come! You need to see Cheese Doodle!" she grabbed my wrist again and took me down a hallway.
"You keep snacks in your locker?" I asked. Odd...
"No! Cheese Doodle is my monkey. Duh."
"Why do you have a monkey in your locker?"
"He told me he's lonely at home... So I bring him to school." She pulled me over to a random locker and kneed it with her, well, knee. And it opened oddly enough. That was when I saw him. Cheese Doodle, as she called him, ended up being a sock monkey. He was tan and brown with red lips, a red butt and big black buttons for eyes. I noticed he also had a blue vest and a pink scarf wrapped around his neck.
"You wanna hold him?!"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Nope!" And she shoved Cheese Doodle into my arms. I turned him around and noticed a rainbow patch ironed on the back of his vest.
"Is Cheese Doodle by any means... Gay?"
"How did you know?!" she looked surprised.
"The rainbow."
"Oh that. Yeah he is gay. He came out about 4 months ago. I was able to iron on the patch with a hair straightener... Isn't that cool?!"
"That's... Umm... Interesting. You have a gay sock monkey sitting in your locker."
"Well, where else would I keep him. We can't have monkeys in class."
"So then, if I got you a big purse for your birthday, would you end up carrying Cheese Doodle all over the place in it?"
"Most likely. Oh and just so you know, my birthday is February 19th... Hint hint." she said lifting her eyebrows up as she did.
"Whatever." And with that I began walking away to the office. I didn't think being late for anything on my first day was going to leave a good impression. Then I stopped suddenly. Whoa! Look! It's a pencil... Stuck in the ceiling. Now how'd that get there? Hmmm... I forgot about the pencil and began walking towards the office again.
There was only one and one half hours left to school, and lucky me I get to fill out more papers and go over rules and stuff... Again. The last bell of the day rang Thank God! , so I gathered up all of my stuff, which wasn't much, and ran outside. Actually, I more of did a quick paced walk, instead of run, but whatever. I started looking around for familiar faces, but I had no luck. Then I noticed a tall, dark-ish blonde haired figure walk by in the distance. It was some weird kid with a pocket protector, but next to him was Billie Joe and Mike. Imagine that.
"Yo Mike, Billie Joe." I yelled out to them. They both turned around to see who was calling them. I walked over and stood next to them.
"Hey," they both said in unison. All of a sudden an idea seemed to strike Billie Joe.
"You know, 'hey' is for horses." He smiled at his little joke. So naturally, I had to think of a comeback. Think quicker darn you!
"Yeah, but grass is cheaper, so go buy some." [/i]Oh! What a comeback! Go me! Go me! Ok I'm done now. Wait... Did my comeback even make sense? [/i]
"You know what, I think I will. Thanks for the suggestion." Billie Joe said and started walking away.
"You don't like me do you, Billie Joe?" I asked as he turned around again.
"Honestly? Not that much. I don't know why, but maybe I will eventually. I mean I felt the same about Al when I first met him. But for now, I might just ignore you." He looked me straight in the eye, then walked away to his house. Was he joking?
"Mike? Did Billie Joe really mean what he said? He didn't seem like he hated me this morning." I felt bad now. Why didn't Billie Joe like being near me? I feel bad now...
"Don't mind him, he'll be back to normal in a few days... Or weeks." Mike avoided eye-contact with me.
"Hey Mike, mind filling me in on any of this?"
"No, not really." He said nonchalantly, Oh! More big words!, and started walking away. I followed him for two reasons. One, I wanted to know what he wasn't telling me. And two, my house is in the same direction.
"Mike! Stop! Teeeelllllll mmmmeeeeee! NOW!" He finally stopped and turned to face me.
"I'm not telling you now. If you come over my house another day, maybe I can tell you then. But I just can't now. I need to see if Billie's ok." Yet again, he walked away slowly.
"See, now if you told me what was wrong, I could come and help you comfort Billie Joe for whatever is bothering him!" I yelled back one last time. I guess I'm not finding out what's up with Billie Joe anytime soon. Oh well.
I continued walking towards my house, and was able to find it on the first try! Yay me! I got home, put, ok threw, my backpack down on the ground and continued up to my room. NO WAIT! I actually brought my backpack up to my room. It dropped and I had to pick it up. So I and my backpack went to my room. Then I did what every fifteen year old girl does when she gets home from school. I planted myself at my drum set and began to beat the heck out of them! Then eventually, I saw headlights pull into the driveway. Well, technically it was the whole car, but some people just say the headlights. I wonder why? I heard my mom come in and yell up at me.
"Honey I'm home!"
"No you aren't!" I yelled back. I got up and walked over to my door. Then I continued downstairs. When I turned my head I noticed that a fly was sitting on my shoulder. So naturally, I began whacking it. Now remember I'm continuously hitting my shoulder. Yes I look like a little... Odd. But do you think I figured that one out? Nope! So I was walking into the kitchen as I was whacking my shoulder, when my mom gave me a very deranged look. That's when I started mumbling to myself...
"Stupid fly! Go Away!" Then I saw my reflection in the refrigerator. I slowly stopped.
"Aww man. I did it again didn't I?" I asked my mom as I hung my head in shame.
"Yes, and it was only a piece of lint this time." she informed me as she picked the piece of lint off my shoulder. "Just go to bed."
"Yes mom, night mom." I hung my head down and walked back up to my bedroom. I was tired, er, more tired than I realized, because about 3. 9591 minutes after my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.
