Meeting Poppy

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There it was. On my goddamn window. Just sitting there rubbing its puny hands together as if it were plotting a devious plan to kill me. I bet it was. Probably in my sleep.

I slowly lifted my dictionary from my desk. It was too heavy for one hand so I used two. I was gonna use my sister's copy of The Fault in Our Stars, but she'd freak if I got it dirty. She left it in my room last night. She's always in my room. She thinks my mattress is more comfortable than hers. Which it is.

I held the book in my hand, getting ready to kill the son of a bitch once and for all.

"BLAKE!"

I swung as hard as I can at my window. Very bad idea. Very fucking bad idea.

And the fly flew away before I could even hit it. It landed on my sister's book. I glanced at my now shattered window. The dictionary landed in the neighbor's yard along with a few shards of glass.

Mom's gonna kill me.

"Blake," my mom walked in," I heard a-what in the world happened in here?!" The fly flew from The Fault in Our Stars to out of my fucking room. I smiled.

She walked towards my window, avoiding all the sharp pieces on the carpet, "Oh my god! What happened? And on the first day of school? Blake honey, were you practicing your baseball in here?" And my smile was gone.

I groaned, "Mom, why in the hell would I-"

"Watch your language!" She grabbed the trash can underneath my desk and started picking up the glass. Without even cutting herself. This isn't the first time something like this happened. We went to Las Vegas last year and honestly my mom should be dead right now. She had too many to drink and crossed a busy road without getting hit. I posted it up without telling her and its got 2 million views on YouTube. The lady was a walking good luck charm. She goes to all my baseball games and we haven't lost not one game.

My sister leaned against my door, "Mom, Blake's gonna be late for school," my savior.

"You know, Mom? Mary's right and I need to go to school! See ya love ya!" I kissed her cheek and grabbed my backpack.

Mary checked herself for the car keys, "Ready to go, kiddo?" It was in her bra. Why do girls do that? Is it like two extra pockets for when you don't have any? What if your tits aren't big enough and whatever you got in there just falls out? Or when you got a guy going down on you and he finds a burger in your bra (guy: you dirty slut. you gots a burger inya bra girl: sorry das was ma lunch *wink* but yur welcome to eat it) I think its kinda hot honestly. But when my sister does it its just nasty.

"Yeah. And stop callin' me kiddo," I don't know why but everyone in my family don't say the 'g' in 'ing.' I can't tell if its a bad habit or not. The only one that doesn't do it is Victoria, my cousin. She was adopted last year from India. I think she's 17 now, but she looks like she's 12.

We rushed out of the house and got in the minivan. I tripped on my cat, Alaska, on my way out, but she's used to it. She was always sneaking into the neighbors house. They didn't really mind though. I still wonder why they moved back to Texas. We've got a pretty good neighborhood here. If you ignore the number of rumors about people dying in the exact house in the exact room in the exact same spot you do your at-home yoga. I swear a new one pops up every week. I once told my friend that I miss placed my math homework and then the day afterwards I suddenly got a ghost living in my closet that likes to take vengeance on his math teacher by making me not turn my homework in. I didn't really mind at first cause for the next few days I didn't do my homework and blamed it on a ghost geek in my closet. I was sent to counseling.