Fight for your Right, chapter 2
I sat on the ground for a minute, getting my breath back as Billie just waved and walked away. Here lately it had been bothering me a little. Why we hated each other, but that was a different case. As long as he bullied me, I bullied him. I stood up and started down the road again. I went to Tiffany's house and knocked. Her mom opened the door.
"Oh hey Melissa, she should be down soon. She's getting her shoes."
"Ok, tell her I'll wait outside," I said rubbing my neck a little. She just nodded and I sat down on the step. Me and Billie used to be such good friends. It had been so long, I tried to actually comprehend out why we weren't friends anymore.
Mel! She punched him! She deserved a sprained wrist!
At times like this, that was all I could think about. And maybe it was true, but that didn't give him the excuse to bully me though, whether I bullied back or not! I know, sounds like a tight spot.
But then again, I didn't care. That's the way life was gonna work until something happened.
Tiff came running out and almost ran me over. "Sorry," she laughed, "thought you had given up on me and left."
"Uhh, no. I don't care if we're late," I said laughing.
We started walking in silence. "So, what'd Billie do today?"
"Tried to trip me, but I made him fall too. Then I got up, and he punched me in the stomach."
"I hate him, so much," she said glaring at nothing really. Just looking straight ahead. "You should really try to get him to wait, you know? So that when you come to get me, he'll still be there. I mean, we can both take him-"
"I can take him alone, but theres really no reason to," I lied, shrugging a little.
Then she stopped me, "What does he have to do?! Kill you? He's already punched you in the stomach 4 times this year! How far will you let him go?"
"I don't know, I guess... I don't know," I said finally. She saw the look on my face and looked at me pathetically, pushing me so we would start walking again.
"You don't honestly think we'll be friends again, do you?"
"That's what I mean. I feel so stupid for hating him just because he thinks it's your fault about something."
She just laughed a little, "If I wasn't as nice as I am, I would take that offensively, 'cause that would work, but yeah. That doesn't give him a reason to bully you! You need to make him understand how upset that makes you Melissa!" No body spoke for awhile. "I mean, I beat the crap out of Mike four years ago, he hasn't spoken to me since," she mumbled a little.
"Have you ever wondered why you did that though?" I asked looking at her.
"Uhh, hello. Do you not remember that big blood streak down Liz's car window? Yeah, that was MINE!"
"What if I said Billie did it? What would you think for Mike?"
She didn't say anything for awhile. "Well, I guess we've wasted a good 4 years then....But it was Mike-"
"We don't know that." I was kind of confusing myself. I needed to sort this out.
"Why do you care now?! That was so long ago! No one cares anymore!" she yelled as we were walking into our school.
"Well, aparently me and Billie do, or we wouldn't be threatening each other before and after school," I said undoing the lock on my locker, hers was beside mine. The hallways were crowded, but no one listened. I pulled out the book and a notebook for my next class and closed the locker. "I'm confused Tiff!"
"Well, me too-" Then someone ran into me and my book and notebook flew across the hall. I knew exactly who it was and whirled around.
Billie was walking by laughing. I ran up to him, he was only a few feet away. I wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck and turned him to my stuff scattered on the floor. "Pick 'em up! Girly boy!" I yelled. "If you wanna piss me off, trust me there's easier ways!"
"Let go of me, and pick your own books back up. I'm no boyfriend," he sneered glaring at me trying to get my hand off the back of his neck. It didn't work though, I just gripped tighter.
"What are you gonna do, punch me? Go ahead, you've got a clear shot!" I said stepping back, to make an easy target. He grabbed my arm, trying to get me to let go again, but I just grabbed the back of his neck even harder. He cringed from the pain and stabbed my arm with his pencil. l quickly let go he walked away a little quicker than normal.
Tiff had picked up my stuff and walked over to me. "Lemme see your arm," she demanded. I put the books in the other and pushed my arm in front of her as we walked to science. She ran a finger over it, and put her stuff on a desk.
"Well, I just wanna say, you looked good back there. You didn't just take his crap and waddle over and pick up your books and gripe about how your life is so sad. You didn't act scared of him, which is good, I really didn't think you were," she said quickly. "But, I hate to say it, but you need to go to the nurse. I think his pencil broke when he stabbed you and you jerked away."
I looked at it and noticed that there was a little black lump where he stabbed me, and it hurt really bad. "This sucks, I swear, if I die, you have to kill him for me."
"Will do. Now get to the nurses office and don't touch it. I'll tell Mr. Thompson where you are."
I did as I was told, and walked down to the nurses office.
Ms. Wilson was quick to assist me. "Already? The first bell hasn't even rung yet!"
"Yeah, sorry. We were um, goofing off and I accidentally, um, got stabbed with a pencil. It scared me and I jerked away, and the lead broke," I said showing her my arm.
"Oh, dear.." she said putting on her glasses and investigating my arm. "I know your lying by the way, but I don't really want to know what actually happened," she said swirling around and grabbing something. "You hooligans these days, don't understand the term 'Mortality'." After a while I ignored her and she eventually got the lead out and put alcohol on my cut. It wouldn't stop bleeding though, it was pretty deep. So she wrapped it in guaze.
As she was wrapping it in guaze though, Billie walked in, and stopped abruptly.
"....so it's a good thing you came to me when you did, you could have died of lead poisoning." She had been rambling on a while.
"Ya hear that BJ, I could've died of lead poisoning,"I said turning towards him. His face turned pale, but he quickly looked away. Yeah, like he cared.
Ms. Wilson hadn't noticed that he was there. "What do you need Mr. Armstrong?" she said lowering her glasses.
"Oh, I was just coming to say Mike's throwing up in the bathroom. He might need some assistance," he mumbled pointing behind him.
She just sighed, "The bathroom by Mr. Lytles classroom again?" she asked, speaking of our Social Studies teacher. They must have him first.
"Yeah."
"I'll be there in as soon as I'm done with Melissa here." With that he just walked away.
"That Micheal Pritchard. I sent him home yesterday about this time. I figured he would have stayed home today, I know he doesn't like school, no one does," she rambled on yet again, wrapping the medical tape around the guaze. "There you are, don't mess with it, even though everyone does. Being a nurse is a full time job though, either someones throwing up or someones just bored and feels like faking it."
She was kind of a creepy lady, so I just waved and left. I walked down the hallway back to Mr. Thompson's class.
The day was a drag, I couldn't wait until lunch. It wasn't that I was a pig or anything, but sometimes me and Tiff would go down to my aunts classroom and eat lunch with her. Not only was it quiet, so you could think, but she always had words of wisdom. She wasn't an everday teacher to me and Tiff.
Lunch finally did arrive though, and I grabbed a bag of chips, a cosmic brownie, and a little water bottle and Tiff grabbed a slice of the schools pizza and a carton of milk. "Let's eat lunch with Lyndi today," I said, she just nodded and we slipped out the back door to another door that led to her class.
"Hey guys," she said grabbing a couple desks and dragging them up to hers which had a Subway bag on it. We grabbed a couple chairs and sat down.
"Hey Ms. A. Mel's turned all psyco on me," Tiffany said taking a bite of pizza.
My aunt just made a confused face. "What's up?"
"Yeah, and you better tell her, or I will," Tiff said threateningly. I better tell her, Tiff over exagerates a little.
"Well, it's been bothering me a while, it just hit me more today I guess. I don't understand why me and Billie hate each other."
I always told aunt Lyndi everything, so she knew exactly what I was talking about. She had just promised not to tell mom though.
"Wow, that kinda makes sense," she said propping her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her hands.
"I know, I feel so stupid.' I think to myself 'It's because he thinks Tiff started that fight way back when.' But then is that the only reason? What if Tiff did? It shouldn't matter anymore should it? We should have actually been laughing after Tiff got slammed into the window or something. I mean, it was an accident either which way." I could tell Lyndi was thinking. But she didn't know what to say.
"If Billie hadn't been as close of a friend back then, would you be thinking this now?" she said quietly.
"I don't know, probably not," I murmured. Was I trying to come up with excuses so we could be friends again?
There was a long silence, "God, all this thinking is making my stomach hurt," I whined shoving my food away to take a nap on my desk.
"Are you sure that's not from him punching you this morning?" Tiff smirked.
"Oh my god, did he punch her again?" aunt Lyndi asked, coming back to reality.
"Yeah! He stabbed her with a pencil to! She could've died of lead poisoning!"
"I'm fine though," I quickly threw in. I didn't want her to worry about me.
Lyndi just sighed, "You're going to have to do something Melissa, you can't just let him do this to you."
"Hey, I get him back you know!"
"That makes me feel so much better," she mumbled grabbed her purse. "How about this, is Mike here today?"
"He was, he went home sick again," I said, remembering the morning in the nurse's office.
"Good, how about I send you home, with the excuse of you spent the day around Mike yesterday and you threw up too. That way you can go home, and try to figure this out, ok?"
"Thanks," I said with a smile. It still didn't help the fact that I didn't know what to do though. I was still saying in my head, 'We hate each other until something happens, and no one said it was up to me to make something happen.' It was going to be the same as usual. Part of me showed no sympathy for him. He bullied me first, I was more defending myself, that's what I thought of anyway.
"I hate to say it, but it sounds to me that you just need to talk to Billie."
She pulled out her cell and phoned my mom and told her I was going home sick. My mom was at work though, so my grandpa came and picked me up. He didn't really say anything, just dropped me off at my house and waved.
I came in and threw down my bag and walked up the stairs to my room. I pushed play on the stereo. After a moment or two, Judy is A Punk came out of the speakers. I plopped down on my bed and tried to clear my mind. Things were swirling in every direction.
Mel, she punched him! She deserved a sprained wrist!
I remembered him saying that so clearly. His exact expression. The old green shirt and the black trunks. We both were so little, I almost felt embarassed!
"Billie's evil," I said out loud. "It doesn't matter what happened forever ago anymore, he bullies you and you bully back. That's the way it's been, and that's the way its gonna be." Then I rolled over and fell asleep.
*dream*
I was walking back from school, and Billie ran up to me again. "How's it goin'?"
I frowned at him, he wasn't actually being nice to me was he? I didn't say anything. He didn't like that though, so he smacked me across the face.
"Wow Billie, you really out did yourself there. Taking time out of your day to smack me," I said holding my face. He always talked about how he was wasting his time being around me.
"Your one to talk, you spend just as much time being mean to me as I am to you," he smirked.
"Yeah, but you see, I find it amusing. And all you do is gripe about how you waste your time being near me. So why don't you just leave me alone for once, and quit making me bored?" I knew I might have pushed him to far, so I watched him closely.
He tried to punch me in the face but I dodged him by ducking. I kicked him in the ankle from the side and he fell over holding his leg.
I just stood over him, "Get up Armstrong." I sincerely doubted he was actually hurt.
But didn't say anything, just stared down at his ankle as it started to swell.
"Well, looks like you did it. You got me back!" he growled angrily. "Happy May?"
He called me May. My name was Melissa May Strawser. Only my family called me May.
"What? Why did you call me May?"
"I've always called you May, stupid! I'm telling mom too, and you'll be grounded from music, again!"
I looked at him confused, was he my brother?
He tried to get up a little, but stumbled. "Help me up?" he whined, laughing a little. I laughed to, and held out a hand.
Why was I helping him? Why were we laughing when I just hurt his ankle? He was treating me different now then he had in the beginning of the dream. Then the confusion from my dream mix with reality and I woke up.
My eyes opened quickly, I just stared at the ceiling for a second, and realized the Ramones weren't playing anymore. I looked at my clock and it said 6:30.
My mom looked through the doorway and saw that I was awake. "Jeez May. Finally your up. When did you go to sleep last night?"
Uh oh, 3 ish, "I don't remember."
She felt my head and my face a little. "You don't feel like your running a fever. Did aunt Lyndi just send you home again?"
"Hey the first time I was actually sick," I argued. I didn't want her to be mad at my favorite aunt.
She just sighed, "That Lyndi, she always got in trouble you know. I'm surprised she's a teacher. Just don't go getting held back because she's letting you go home."
"Yeah yeah fine. I wouldn't let her do that anyway," I grumbled getting out of bed. I went downstairs to find a hamburger and some chips sitting on the table, I grabbed it and walked over to the couch. PJ, our cat was sitting in the middle.
"Yay!" I said quietly out loud. "My feet are cold." He was asleep, so I hit him with the pillow a little and put my feet where he had been laying, and threw a blanket over them.
"Mommy! May just hit PJ with a pillow again!" my little sister Erin yelled.
"Did not, Erin's a liar head!" I yelled back. It never worked, but it was still funny.
"May, be quiet and eat your food," my mom said from the kitchen.
"What the heck! She gets to gripe about how I made her precious cat move but I can't even defend myself!" I said standing up.
"Sit down and do not yell at me!" she yelled back.
"Then don't yell at me! And I don't wanna sit down, her stupid cat contaminated the couch!"
"He's not stupid! He's smurter you!" Erin said putting her hands on her hips.
"Oh yeah! Go ask him how to flush the toilet and I might give him a cookie," I sneered at her. She just glared at me and stomped away to go retrieve her cat.
"Why do you always have to fight with your little sister?" my mom sighed as she sat on the couch and I sat on the chair.
"I wouldn't fight with her if she didn't fight with me," I said paying more attention to the tv.
Then the phone started to ring, and the number came up on the tv. 'Lyndi Adamson'.
"It's for me!" I yelled getting up and running for the phone.
"You know, it is possible for her to want to talk to her sister."
"Yeah right! Hello?"
"Hey May, how's it going?"
"Nothing much really. I had the weirdest dream though."
I told her about the dream, and about how he called me May, and said he was telling 'mom'.
"Hmm, I don't know. I'm not the dream reader." There was another silence. "Well how's Erin?"
"Being her usual annoying self," I said quietly through the reciever.
She just laughed, "You two fight all the time!"
"I wouldn't fight with her if she didn't fight with me!" I said again, except now I was laughing a little.
"Wait wait," she said changing her thoughts a little. "Would you fight with Billie if he didn't fight with you?"
I didn't say anything, "I don't know....."
"And that dream! Oh my god May! I have to go, come down to my class again tomorrow," she said quickly.
"Wait, you understand the dream?"
"May, I have to go. Just come to my class at lunch again, I'll talk to you later. Bye."
I just sighed, "Bye."
"Oh hey Melissa, she should be down soon. She's getting her shoes."
"Ok, tell her I'll wait outside," I said rubbing my neck a little. She just nodded and I sat down on the step. Me and Billie used to be such good friends. It had been so long, I tried to actually comprehend out why we weren't friends anymore.
Mel! She punched him! She deserved a sprained wrist!
At times like this, that was all I could think about. And maybe it was true, but that didn't give him the excuse to bully me though, whether I bullied back or not! I know, sounds like a tight spot.
But then again, I didn't care. That's the way life was gonna work until something happened.
Tiff came running out and almost ran me over. "Sorry," she laughed, "thought you had given up on me and left."
"Uhh, no. I don't care if we're late," I said laughing.
We started walking in silence. "So, what'd Billie do today?"
"Tried to trip me, but I made him fall too. Then I got up, and he punched me in the stomach."
"I hate him, so much," she said glaring at nothing really. Just looking straight ahead. "You should really try to get him to wait, you know? So that when you come to get me, he'll still be there. I mean, we can both take him-"
"I can take him alone, but theres really no reason to," I lied, shrugging a little.
Then she stopped me, "What does he have to do?! Kill you? He's already punched you in the stomach 4 times this year! How far will you let him go?"
"I don't know, I guess... I don't know," I said finally. She saw the look on my face and looked at me pathetically, pushing me so we would start walking again.
"You don't honestly think we'll be friends again, do you?"
"That's what I mean. I feel so stupid for hating him just because he thinks it's your fault about something."
She just laughed a little, "If I wasn't as nice as I am, I would take that offensively, 'cause that would work, but yeah. That doesn't give him a reason to bully you! You need to make him understand how upset that makes you Melissa!" No body spoke for awhile. "I mean, I beat the crap out of Mike four years ago, he hasn't spoken to me since," she mumbled a little.
"Have you ever wondered why you did that though?" I asked looking at her.
"Uhh, hello. Do you not remember that big blood streak down Liz's car window? Yeah, that was MINE!"
"What if I said Billie did it? What would you think for Mike?"
She didn't say anything for awhile. "Well, I guess we've wasted a good 4 years then....But it was Mike-"
"We don't know that." I was kind of confusing myself. I needed to sort this out.
"Why do you care now?! That was so long ago! No one cares anymore!" she yelled as we were walking into our school.
"Well, aparently me and Billie do, or we wouldn't be threatening each other before and after school," I said undoing the lock on my locker, hers was beside mine. The hallways were crowded, but no one listened. I pulled out the book and a notebook for my next class and closed the locker. "I'm confused Tiff!"
"Well, me too-" Then someone ran into me and my book and notebook flew across the hall. I knew exactly who it was and whirled around.
Billie was walking by laughing. I ran up to him, he was only a few feet away. I wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck and turned him to my stuff scattered on the floor. "Pick 'em up! Girly boy!" I yelled. "If you wanna piss me off, trust me there's easier ways!"
"Let go of me, and pick your own books back up. I'm no boyfriend," he sneered glaring at me trying to get my hand off the back of his neck. It didn't work though, I just gripped tighter.
"What are you gonna do, punch me? Go ahead, you've got a clear shot!" I said stepping back, to make an easy target. He grabbed my arm, trying to get me to let go again, but I just grabbed the back of his neck even harder. He cringed from the pain and stabbed my arm with his pencil. l quickly let go he walked away a little quicker than normal.
Tiff had picked up my stuff and walked over to me. "Lemme see your arm," she demanded. I put the books in the other and pushed my arm in front of her as we walked to science. She ran a finger over it, and put her stuff on a desk.
"Well, I just wanna say, you looked good back there. You didn't just take his crap and waddle over and pick up your books and gripe about how your life is so sad. You didn't act scared of him, which is good, I really didn't think you were," she said quickly. "But, I hate to say it, but you need to go to the nurse. I think his pencil broke when he stabbed you and you jerked away."
I looked at it and noticed that there was a little black lump where he stabbed me, and it hurt really bad. "This sucks, I swear, if I die, you have to kill him for me."
"Will do. Now get to the nurses office and don't touch it. I'll tell Mr. Thompson where you are."
I did as I was told, and walked down to the nurses office.
Ms. Wilson was quick to assist me. "Already? The first bell hasn't even rung yet!"
"Yeah, sorry. We were um, goofing off and I accidentally, um, got stabbed with a pencil. It scared me and I jerked away, and the lead broke," I said showing her my arm.
"Oh, dear.." she said putting on her glasses and investigating my arm. "I know your lying by the way, but I don't really want to know what actually happened," she said swirling around and grabbing something. "You hooligans these days, don't understand the term 'Mortality'." After a while I ignored her and she eventually got the lead out and put alcohol on my cut. It wouldn't stop bleeding though, it was pretty deep. So she wrapped it in guaze.
As she was wrapping it in guaze though, Billie walked in, and stopped abruptly.
"....so it's a good thing you came to me when you did, you could have died of lead poisoning." She had been rambling on a while.
"Ya hear that BJ, I could've died of lead poisoning,"I said turning towards him. His face turned pale, but he quickly looked away. Yeah, like he cared.
Ms. Wilson hadn't noticed that he was there. "What do you need Mr. Armstrong?" she said lowering her glasses.
"Oh, I was just coming to say Mike's throwing up in the bathroom. He might need some assistance," he mumbled pointing behind him.
She just sighed, "The bathroom by Mr. Lytles classroom again?" she asked, speaking of our Social Studies teacher. They must have him first.
"Yeah."
"I'll be there in as soon as I'm done with Melissa here." With that he just walked away.
"That Micheal Pritchard. I sent him home yesterday about this time. I figured he would have stayed home today, I know he doesn't like school, no one does," she rambled on yet again, wrapping the medical tape around the guaze. "There you are, don't mess with it, even though everyone does. Being a nurse is a full time job though, either someones throwing up or someones just bored and feels like faking it."
She was kind of a creepy lady, so I just waved and left. I walked down the hallway back to Mr. Thompson's class.
The day was a drag, I couldn't wait until lunch. It wasn't that I was a pig or anything, but sometimes me and Tiff would go down to my aunts classroom and eat lunch with her. Not only was it quiet, so you could think, but she always had words of wisdom. She wasn't an everday teacher to me and Tiff.
Lunch finally did arrive though, and I grabbed a bag of chips, a cosmic brownie, and a little water bottle and Tiff grabbed a slice of the schools pizza and a carton of milk. "Let's eat lunch with Lyndi today," I said, she just nodded and we slipped out the back door to another door that led to her class.
"Hey guys," she said grabbing a couple desks and dragging them up to hers which had a Subway bag on it. We grabbed a couple chairs and sat down.
"Hey Ms. A. Mel's turned all psyco on me," Tiffany said taking a bite of pizza.
My aunt just made a confused face. "What's up?"
"Yeah, and you better tell her, or I will," Tiff said threateningly. I better tell her, Tiff over exagerates a little.
"Well, it's been bothering me a while, it just hit me more today I guess. I don't understand why me and Billie hate each other."
I always told aunt Lyndi everything, so she knew exactly what I was talking about. She had just promised not to tell mom though.
"Wow, that kinda makes sense," she said propping her elbows on the table and resting her chin on her hands.
"I know, I feel so stupid.' I think to myself 'It's because he thinks Tiff started that fight way back when.' But then is that the only reason? What if Tiff did? It shouldn't matter anymore should it? We should have actually been laughing after Tiff got slammed into the window or something. I mean, it was an accident either which way." I could tell Lyndi was thinking. But she didn't know what to say.
"If Billie hadn't been as close of a friend back then, would you be thinking this now?" she said quietly.
"I don't know, probably not," I murmured. Was I trying to come up with excuses so we could be friends again?
There was a long silence, "God, all this thinking is making my stomach hurt," I whined shoving my food away to take a nap on my desk.
"Are you sure that's not from him punching you this morning?" Tiff smirked.
"Oh my god, did he punch her again?" aunt Lyndi asked, coming back to reality.
"Yeah! He stabbed her with a pencil to! She could've died of lead poisoning!"
"I'm fine though," I quickly threw in. I didn't want her to worry about me.
Lyndi just sighed, "You're going to have to do something Melissa, you can't just let him do this to you."
"Hey, I get him back you know!"
"That makes me feel so much better," she mumbled grabbed her purse. "How about this, is Mike here today?"
"He was, he went home sick again," I said, remembering the morning in the nurse's office.
"Good, how about I send you home, with the excuse of you spent the day around Mike yesterday and you threw up too. That way you can go home, and try to figure this out, ok?"
"Thanks," I said with a smile. It still didn't help the fact that I didn't know what to do though. I was still saying in my head, 'We hate each other until something happens, and no one said it was up to me to make something happen.' It was going to be the same as usual. Part of me showed no sympathy for him. He bullied me first, I was more defending myself, that's what I thought of anyway.
"I hate to say it, but it sounds to me that you just need to talk to Billie."
She pulled out her cell and phoned my mom and told her I was going home sick. My mom was at work though, so my grandpa came and picked me up. He didn't really say anything, just dropped me off at my house and waved.
I came in and threw down my bag and walked up the stairs to my room. I pushed play on the stereo. After a moment or two, Judy is A Punk came out of the speakers. I plopped down on my bed and tried to clear my mind. Things were swirling in every direction.
Mel, she punched him! She deserved a sprained wrist!
I remembered him saying that so clearly. His exact expression. The old green shirt and the black trunks. We both were so little, I almost felt embarassed!
"Billie's evil," I said out loud. "It doesn't matter what happened forever ago anymore, he bullies you and you bully back. That's the way it's been, and that's the way its gonna be." Then I rolled over and fell asleep.
*dream*
I was walking back from school, and Billie ran up to me again. "How's it goin'?"
I frowned at him, he wasn't actually being nice to me was he? I didn't say anything. He didn't like that though, so he smacked me across the face.
"Wow Billie, you really out did yourself there. Taking time out of your day to smack me," I said holding my face. He always talked about how he was wasting his time being around me.
"Your one to talk, you spend just as much time being mean to me as I am to you," he smirked.
"Yeah, but you see, I find it amusing. And all you do is gripe about how you waste your time being near me. So why don't you just leave me alone for once, and quit making me bored?" I knew I might have pushed him to far, so I watched him closely.
He tried to punch me in the face but I dodged him by ducking. I kicked him in the ankle from the side and he fell over holding his leg.
I just stood over him, "Get up Armstrong." I sincerely doubted he was actually hurt.
But didn't say anything, just stared down at his ankle as it started to swell.
"Well, looks like you did it. You got me back!" he growled angrily. "Happy May?"
He called me May. My name was Melissa May Strawser. Only my family called me May.
"What? Why did you call me May?"
"I've always called you May, stupid! I'm telling mom too, and you'll be grounded from music, again!"
I looked at him confused, was he my brother?
He tried to get up a little, but stumbled. "Help me up?" he whined, laughing a little. I laughed to, and held out a hand.
Why was I helping him? Why were we laughing when I just hurt his ankle? He was treating me different now then he had in the beginning of the dream. Then the confusion from my dream mix with reality and I woke up.
My eyes opened quickly, I just stared at the ceiling for a second, and realized the Ramones weren't playing anymore. I looked at my clock and it said 6:30.
My mom looked through the doorway and saw that I was awake. "Jeez May. Finally your up. When did you go to sleep last night?"
Uh oh, 3 ish, "I don't remember."
She felt my head and my face a little. "You don't feel like your running a fever. Did aunt Lyndi just send you home again?"
"Hey the first time I was actually sick," I argued. I didn't want her to be mad at my favorite aunt.
She just sighed, "That Lyndi, she always got in trouble you know. I'm surprised she's a teacher. Just don't go getting held back because she's letting you go home."
"Yeah yeah fine. I wouldn't let her do that anyway," I grumbled getting out of bed. I went downstairs to find a hamburger and some chips sitting on the table, I grabbed it and walked over to the couch. PJ, our cat was sitting in the middle.
"Yay!" I said quietly out loud. "My feet are cold." He was asleep, so I hit him with the pillow a little and put my feet where he had been laying, and threw a blanket over them.
"Mommy! May just hit PJ with a pillow again!" my little sister Erin yelled.
"Did not, Erin's a liar head!" I yelled back. It never worked, but it was still funny.
"May, be quiet and eat your food," my mom said from the kitchen.
"What the heck! She gets to gripe about how I made her precious cat move but I can't even defend myself!" I said standing up.
"Sit down and do not yell at me!" she yelled back.
"Then don't yell at me! And I don't wanna sit down, her stupid cat contaminated the couch!"
"He's not stupid! He's smurter you!" Erin said putting her hands on her hips.
"Oh yeah! Go ask him how to flush the toilet and I might give him a cookie," I sneered at her. She just glared at me and stomped away to go retrieve her cat.
"Why do you always have to fight with your little sister?" my mom sighed as she sat on the couch and I sat on the chair.
"I wouldn't fight with her if she didn't fight with me," I said paying more attention to the tv.
Then the phone started to ring, and the number came up on the tv. 'Lyndi Adamson'.
"It's for me!" I yelled getting up and running for the phone.
"You know, it is possible for her to want to talk to her sister."
"Yeah right! Hello?"
"Hey May, how's it going?"
"Nothing much really. I had the weirdest dream though."
I told her about the dream, and about how he called me May, and said he was telling 'mom'.
"Hmm, I don't know. I'm not the dream reader." There was another silence. "Well how's Erin?"
"Being her usual annoying self," I said quietly through the reciever.
She just laughed, "You two fight all the time!"
"I wouldn't fight with her if she didn't fight with me!" I said again, except now I was laughing a little.
"Wait wait," she said changing her thoughts a little. "Would you fight with Billie if he didn't fight with you?"
I didn't say anything, "I don't know....."
"And that dream! Oh my god May! I have to go, come down to my class again tomorrow," she said quickly.
"Wait, you understand the dream?"
"May, I have to go. Just come to my class at lunch again, I'll talk to you later. Bye."
I just sighed, "Bye."
