Fish's Thirteenth

One

Sunday
After church
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Journal. I don't want to write in a stupid journal.

Momma says I should like it.

But I don't.

Aunt Dinah'd smile at me and tell me to like it and I would. But Aunt Dinah's not here.

So I don't.

Momma says I should just try it. I don't even know what to right about...

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Before Supper
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Oh yes: My birthday's in three days. My thirteenth birthday is in three DAYS. And if you know anything about this touchy subject, you'd know thirteenth birthdays are pretty big deals in this family. And not 'I'm finally a teenager' big deal. I mean 'Could permanently change my life' big deal.

This is the birthday when I might get my savvy and I might end up like Rocket.

---If you don't know what a savvy is--and you probably don't since you're a stupid journal--I'll tell you. A savvy is a kind of know-how or talent that makes you special. That special know-how is especially special to us Beaumonts. Specifically on our thirteenth birthdays. Because on that day, our savvies kick into gear. There. Now you know.---

Rocket's had his hair-raising savvy for three years, and has yet to have any kind of control over it. Now I'm not talking about creepy-crawlies or heebie-jeebies when I say 'hair-raising.' I'm talking about electricity: static blue, hair-pulling, lightning fast electricity. And shocking, too, if you know what I mean.

Of course, I don't know for sure I'll end up like Rocket. Maybe I'll get more of a quieter savvy like Momma. She's perfect. She doesn't seem perfect or pretend to be perfect. She's just good old fashioned, honest-to-goodness perfect. (That's her savvy, if you didn't already figure out: being perfect.) She says she just 'has a knack for getting things right,' but we all know she's being modest.

My sister Missy doesn't have a savvy. At least not yet. (Her name's really Mississippi, but that's a real mouthful. I thought of the nickname Missy, and she doesn't like it one bit, which makes me love it all the more. We've been trying to think of a nickname she favors most, but there's only so many ways to shorten Mississppi.) Missy's twelve now. Come next year, Missy may or may not have a savvy.

I'm not trying to sound all skeptical when I say 'may or may not' and 'might,' but it's true. I could end up normal. And so could Missy and six-year-old Samson and even little ol' Gypsy in eleven years. We could all turn out your run-of-the-mill, average Joes. Like Poppa. Only not like Poppa. He comes from no kind of savvy family. He still is savvy though; he got Momma to marry him even when Aunt Dinah smiled pretty and told him to 'shove off.' He's savvy but not in the special kind of way.

I could end up like him, but Momma says it's unlikely. It's got something to do with genes and things; a science I don't care too much about to get in to.

I don't know. Maybe I don't want a savvy. I mean, for instance, look at what happened when Rocket got his. You take a city-wide power outage and about a dozen's worth of glass jars shattered to the size of itty bitty pieces, and that was pretty much Rocket's thirteenth birthday.
I'd never seen so much broken glass before...

Hm. But if I do get a savvy, maybe that would be fine. Maybe I'd be better at controlling it.

Or maybe I wouldn't.

Or maybe--oh this journal is making me think too much. Until tomorrow...

or never.

- Fisher

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Date Published: 16.9.1