School's Out- A Randall Pink Floyd Story

Fights + A Football Jersey

I woke up that morning to my mom and Michelle screaming at each other.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Mom!"

"Watch your mouth!"

I got out of bed and ran downstairs as they continued arguing. 

"What's going on?"

"Your sister and her boyfriend took my car last night," My mom said, "And not only that, she had three mason jars filled with marijuana in the backseat, and look what she did to my bumper."

I walked outside to the driveway and looked at the bumper. It was scratched, dented, and part of it was falling out. I sighed and ran my hands through my hair nervously as I walked back inside. 

"Michelle, what were you thinking?" I said, "You don't even have a license! Do you realize how much trouble you would've gotten in if you and Kev got pulled over?"

"I wasn't driving the fucking car, Cammy! Jesus!" She said. 

"You don't have to yell at me!" I said. 

I didn't understand Michelle's problem, but I could tell from her clothes and smudged makeup that she'd just gotten home. Her eyes were also bloodshot, a clear sign that she was high. Again. 

"Jesus, why can't you be more like Cammy? She-

"So, what? You want me to be a cheerleader with straight A's and my life together?!"

I gritted my teeth and warned her, "Michelle, don't."

Of course, she didn't listen and continued to unload on me.

 "Peaking in high school with all her pretty friends and her dumb jock boyfriend?" Michelle looked at me and pointed at me. The minute she tried to touch me, I fought back.

"Shut the fuck up!!" I yelled, pushing her arms away.

"Truth hurts, honey."

"You know, at least I'm not throwing my life away for some loser stoner dude and frying my brain every day," I said. 

"Oh, fuck you, Cammy!"

She tried to hit me again, but our mom got in between us. 

"Cammy, I need you to leave now!" My mom said, "Grab some clothes and drive somewhere. I need you out at least for the next hour."

I shook my head and ran upstairs. I fucking hated Michelle like this. She had two types of high. The chill high where she doesn't say anything and plays her guitar, and the mean high where she thinks everyone's against her and is a bitch for no reason.

I put on jean shorts and an old shirt before running downstairs and tuning out my mom and Michelle fighting. I got in my car and went to a coffee shop to grab breakfast before driving to Jodi's. I was supposed to hang out with the girls since Kaye came back from her sister's the night before.

I walked in the door and saw the girls in the kitchen. 

"Kaye!!" I ran over to her and hugged her tightly, "How was your sister's?" 

"Oh, great, as usual," she smiled.

"Jodi, how are you feeling?" I said.

"I'm better," she said, "A little woozy, but we're getting there." 

We all chuckled.

"I miss so much when I'm not here, Jesus," Kaye said, making us all laugh again. I opened Jodi's fridge and grabbed a Pepsi. 

"So, do we want to go to the pool now, or?" Shavonne suggested.

I groaned and smacked my forehead since I forgot we planned to go to the pool that day, "Shit! I forgot my suit."

"How'd you forget?" Darla said.

"Kinda had to rush out of the house," I said, "Michelle's in the doghouse with my mom. Long story."

"That's ok!" Jodi said, "You can just borrow one of mine. They're in the top drawer of my dresser."

I smiled, "Thanks, Jodi."

"No problem! We'll wait outside for you."

I went into Jodi's room and found a pink bikini to put under my clothes. As I threw my shirt back on, I looked over at her hamper. To the side of it was what looked like a crumpled-up football Jersey. 

I laughed and talked to myself, "Melvin stay the night or something?"

Benny lost his a few days ago, but it was probably stashed away in his closet somewhere. I picked up the Jersey, and it had a mustard stain right below the collar. Just like Benny's.

"Huh? What's next? This thing gonna say O'Donnell on the back or something-

I turned it around, and to my shock and dismay, there was the name O'Donnell on the back. The Jersey wasn't missing, it had been at Jodi's this whole time.