Sugarpill

13- Viva la White Girl

Viva la White Girl

                   

                   “Hey, this is Meridian…I’m sorry I can’t answer the phone right now. Leave your lid, the digits, and a messy and I’ll hit you back as soon as I can. Laterz!”

                    I hung up the phone. That was the third day in a row that Meridian hadn’t answered her phone, since leaving to Hilton Head. My stomach was turning…I had a feeling, that something wasn’t right. I sat in my room, as I pondered what my sister could possibly be doing, that would keep her from answering the phone. She said she had gone out with Scarlett and Kellie the other weekend before they left, and didn’t have a drink. So maybe she partied again, and has been sleep whenever I’ve been calling…maybe her celly has been dead when I’ve tried to call, and she’s recharging it while it’s off. If all that may be true, then why do I have this nagging chill in my bones that something is wrong?

                    They say that twins have a bond, and sometimes they can sense when something is wrong with the other…I can’t say that is entirely true, but I did feel that something was amiss before I learned that Meridian was doing coke. But this feeling is even worse than that. It’s almost like I could hear Meridian crying and screaming for help…maybe I’m overreacting because this is the first time she has been out of my sight. I mean, she’s out of my sight when she goes to college, but this is a whole other experience…Meridian is three states away, in South Carolina. She’s never been that far away from me.

Help!

                   

                    My thoughts were interrupted, as Capers came into the room. He had a very large smile on his face. “Hey Mitch, you haven’t been lunch yet?”

                       “Nah…I’m not that hungry,” I said. Capers patted me on the shoulder. “Come on! I gotta talk to you about something…great news!”

                      “Okay, I’ll go…but I’m not eating anything,” I agreed, getting off my bed. I walked with Capers. “How was your Memorial Day holiday?”

                       “Nice. The family grilled…not that barbeque type grillin, but some good ol’ Mexican grillin- carne el sada,” explained Capers. “Steak and chicken fajitas, pollos y arroz…refried beans. It was all good,”

                       “Sounds tasty. I’m gonna have to come to your folks place one weekend,” I said. Capers gave me a friendly pat on the back. “You, my friend, are more than welcome…you helped me get through this Plebe year. I am grateful,”

                        We stepped into the mess hall, meeting up with Sydnee and Franchesca, as usual. Capers put his arm around Sydnee, as she put her arms around his waist. I jumped, a little surprised. “So…you and Sydnee are a couple now? Sweet,”

                       “I asked him Tuesday,” said Sydnee. “Thank you for the advice, Mitchell…and thank you for being my friend, and supporting me in my decision,”

                       “Thanks Mitch,” said Capers.

                      I smiled. “Syd, you know I got your back, no matter what…and Capers- you are a good man. She deserves you,”