Personal Advice
I slammed my backpack into
the locker. I winced as my knuckles knocked against the metal door. I
heard giggling behind me. Just leave me alone.
I thought bitterly.
“Oh
Millie!” a singsong voice called. It wasn't a pleasant voice.
Slowly, I turned to face the three Ss from my class. Samantha, Samara
and Sannah. Who would name their kid Sannah anyway?
The girls smiled at me sweetly.
“Want
to go for a walk?” Samantha sneered. She had beautiful blond hair.
Unlike my own wispy black hair. I shook my head, grabbed my inhaler
and raced for the back stairs.
“Come
back!” Sannah screeched, “We need to show you something
interesting.” Something interesting like a black eye. Or a punch
in the nose. I thought. I reached the stairs and jogged down
them, pausing once on the landing to inhale.
I
reached the bottom of the stairs, pushed open the door and stepped
out into the main floor of the school.
“Just
another five weeks and school will be over.” I whispered to myself,
“Stick it out, Millie, you can do it!” I became aware of someone
watching me. I glanced over my shoulder. Their was a boy leaning
against the wall near the door. One of his eye brows was raised in an
inquisitive look. I hated that look. People always got that look when
I talked to myself.
“You
talk to yourself?” he asked. His tone sounded mocking in my ears. I
winced.
“Of
course I talk to myself!” I snapped, “Sometimes I expect advice.”
Idiot! I scolded myself. You're just giving people the idea
you are a bigger idiot then they thought.
“You
give yourself advice?” the boy asked, “Is it good advice?” He
raised both eyebrows in a perfect arc. He's just making fun of
you! I thought bitterly. I turned my back on him, and stumbled
towards the stairs. The boy followed me.
“Go
away!” I muttered. I reached for the door. He grabbed the handle,
twisted it open and held it for me. What a perfect gentleman. I
thought sarcastically.
“What
did you say?” he asked. I didn't look at his face. Afraid I would
see the familiar mocking smile or perhaps the pitying look grownups
favored. I could not stand the pitying look.
“I
said, go away!” I sniffled. Don't cry! Not here, not in front of
a boy! Why should I care what he thinks? Not him or anyone else!
I wiped my hand across my eyes and ran down the steps towards the
sidewalk. I ignored the footsteps which followed me.
“Just
because, some fool doesn't burst out laughing the minute he sees you,
doesn't mean you need to blubber like a baby!” I admonished myself,
“He thinks you're an idiot like everyone else. Get a hold of
yourself.”
“Giving
yourself advice?” the boy asked as he caught up to me. I nodded.
You didn't need to confirm it! Inwardly I kicked myself.
“What
kind of advice?” he asked. I scowled. Of course I could not repeat
the advice to him. “I could really use some advice now!” he
persisted.
“Ask
yourself?” I hissed. And started to jog. He easily caught up to me.
“But
I'm not a pro in asking or giving advice.” he argued. I glanced at
him. This guy is either trying to make me seem like an idiot or
he's a nut! I thought. His face looked dead earnest. I decided he
was a nut.
“What
kind of advice you want?” I asked stiffly. He shrugged.
“Math
mostly!” he shot me a lopsided grin. I hesitated. I wasn't sure
what I was expecting, but it sure wasn't that.
“Why
ask me?” I countered.
“You're
one of the best Math kids in the school!” he said.
“Yeah,
but Sannah is better.” I muttered. He made a face.
“Boys
don't ask their girl relatives for help with Math.” he said
briskly, “That would be the same thing as telling them, they are
better then us.”
“You
related to Sannah?” I asked, disinterestedly. I slowed down to a
walk, but could feel the need for more air in my lungs. My hand
gripped the inhaler in my pocket. I desperately wanted to use it, but
not in front of him.
“Yeah,
she's my cousin.” he said.
He made
another face and pulled out a notebook. I touched the inhaler again.
But stubbornly refused to pull it out. He flipped the notebook open
to a random page, which was filled with Ms. Baxter's crisp
handwriting.
“I
have to have all of these done by tomorrow.” he sighed, “And to
tell the truth, I haven't the slightest idea how to do half of them.”
I felt a grin tugging against the corner of my mouth. But I refused
to let him see me smile. The problems were all rather simple.
“Sure,
I'll help.” I said coolly, “You want to come to my house?”
“How
about the library?” he asked after a pause.
“Sure!”
I said again. Inwardly I kicked myself for not thinking of the
library first. It was the ideal location, not to far from either of
our houses.
We
walked towards the library in silence. Then he reached under his
sweatshirt and produced a small fanny pack.
“You
won't be disturbed working with the weird boy?” he asked. He looked
uncomfortable. He probably didn't expect me to agree, and now is
trying to dump me! I thought.
“Who
is weirder then me?” I asked lightly. Once more I could feel a
smile tugging at my mouth. But this time it was pained one.
“Me!”
he said, he tapped the pack, then cleared his throat, “I have
diabetes.” I paused for a second and stared at him. His gaze
dropped.
“What
did you just say?” I whispered. He shuffled his feet awkwardly
“You
don't have to help me if you don't want too.” he muttered, “I'll
understand. I should have told you sooner. I know some people don't
like working with health problem people.” I pulled the inhaler out
of my pocket.
“Well,
I have asthma.” I said slowly. I held up the inhaler.
This was a really nice little story, Eowyn! You captured those two characters really well!
ReplyDeleteCatherine
Thank you. I'm so glad to hear that. I have my doubts about writing good characters a lot. :)
DeleteEmily, this was genius! One of your best works in my opinion! It was short but so good. I could just imagine it happening.
ReplyDelete-Elizabeth
Thank you Elizabeth. That's good.
DeleteThis is really good! You've inspired me to try writing prompts. :)
ReplyDelete- Anna
You should! I loved doing it. :)
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