Henry Myer's Spirit Week

Wednesday

Another spirit day, another weird thing. I thought to myself when I was getting dressed. But at least there's three days left.
Seems like today, we're doing something called Worthy Wednesday. The paper says we have to dress our best or dress expensive. I'm not so sure if I have expensive clothes but I do have khakis and madras plaid shirts. So I put on a blue madras shirt and khakis. After that, I put on a tan cardigan I got from my uncle a few months ago. The cardigan was the finishing touch. I need to thank my uncle later on.
This was also Dan's day. He has this spirit day in the bag. It's not him looking Sunday best, for him, it was about looking expensive with style. He has a wardrobe that looks like it's at least worth $400 bucks. He has two Supreme sweatshirts one size too big to keep longer, a black beanie he always wears, some pairs of Nautica jeans, some pairs of sweatpants, and all of his shirts are casual for some reason. He isn't rich, his parents are. He is spoiled, but not a spoiled brat. He isn't like a ten year old going, "I want it now!" "Oh, look at my Gucci shirt!" He doesn't actually have one, but you get the point.
The school will also have a contest today for best looking and most expensive looking, and the contest for tomorrow is going to be most familiar and nostalgic dressed. (Because tomorrow is Throwback Thursday.) The problem is, the Worthy Wednesday contest is after school because the auditorium needed cleaning because of yesterday. I hope everyone forgot about the Truth or Dare game. So today, I'm predicting it to be a crappy day.
Anyways, here comes the bus. I hop on.
I walked over to where Dan was sitting. "Dang, look at yourself!"
He was wearing pricey clothing that looks like he could get all the girls: white Nike Air Force Ones, his usual blue jeans, his Supreme sweatshirt, underneath that was a custom Vineyard Vines shirt, and his black hat. He has a great chance of winning the contest.
"You're gonna win this contest," I said. "You look a lot better than me!"
"I could," Dan said.
A couple of minutes later, we arrived at the school. We hop off, like always, and head to first class.
I sat down at my desk, occupied with a book so no one would talk to me about yesterday. A few minutes later my usual classmates like Sammy Ricks, my crush, her friends in a group together with her, and a few other classmates. Then it's Mr. Tills. "Class will be starting in about 10 minutes," he said.
For some reason, all of Madison's friends sit around her. This doesn't happen like usual. But when I saw them from the corner of my eye, all of them were glancing at me and giggling, I quickly understood why. When she asks me anything one day, I'll be in a nervous breakdown.
A hear a few whispers from them: "Do you like him also?" "Are you embarrassed? He seems embarrassed." I was, unfortunately. My face was a shade of light red. She starts walking over to me, once more, but with her friends behind her.
No! Please, not now, I'm embarrassed but it seems like I'm blushing. She'll think that I'm blushing infront of her! I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna di-
The announcements come on. They decide to walk back to their seats. "We'll talk to him later," one says, nonchalantly.
Thank goodness!
"Good morning students," Principal Torres said. "please rise for the Pledge of Allegiance."
I get over my embarrassment after the pledge, then sit back down.
"Remember students, the contest is after school at 4:30, so make sure you look great! Tomorrow is Throwback Thursday and the day after is Freaky Friday. Have a nice day, students!"
The announcements come to an end. Then we are ready to start the day. "Everyone turn to page 39 in your textbooks," Mr. Tills says.

A few hours later, it's lunchtime. The middle schoolers head over to the cafeteria. I put my cardigan on me and Dan's table. He brings a lunch from home, but not me. I regretted not asking my parents for a lunchbox. The school food here usually sucks. Atleast they have sub sandwich day, even though they get hot dog buns, ham, and cheese, it's still good.
I head over to our table.
"Hey, Henry, I have a pretty big favor."
"Yeah?"
"I'm gonna head off to the talent show after school. And I can't leave my little sister alone when my parents are at work."
"I think I see where you're going with this."
"Yep," he said, cracking open a Mountain Dew. "I need you to babysit her for an hour and a half."
"I'm no expert babysitter," I said.
He pulls out $20 and puts it on the table. "That's yours if you can babysit," he said.
"I'm thinking this is a bribe, but I'll babysit." I said.
"That's my boy," he said. "She wants something to eat after school, make her a turkey and cheese sandwich, she will freak out if she doesn't eat with the TV on, put on cartoons, after she eats, clean up after her, if she gets mad at you, don't say or do anything, because she starts slugging if you want her to stop. You know what? I'll raise it up to $50 because you're gonna have a really hard time with her." He said.
"I'll try my hardest!" I sighed.

After school, I head up to Dan's house. I knock on the door and he answers. "Glad you can make it," he says. "I'll only be gone for an hour and a half, you can have some snacks in the pantry, and here's your $50." He hands over a crisp $50 bill.
"I'll see you later!" I say.
I head into the house and see her sister sprawled on the couch, lazily watching the TV. She looks up at me.
"Who are you?" She says.
"I'm Dan's best friend, Henry." I say. "What's your name?"
"Jenny. I'm starved, make me something. Now!"
She didn't look older than 9. I didn't know where that kind of vocabulary was from. But I went over to the fridge, got the sandwich supplies and started to make a sandwich. I get two slices of bread, put two slices of turkey and cheese on both sides of the bread. I walk over to her and give her the sandwich. "You're slower than my dumb brother," she wisecracked.
Quite a mouth she has, I thought to myself.
I saw her dig into her sandwich while watching reruns of Peppa Pig. I go over to the couch but when I'm about to sit down, Jenny stops me.
"No!" She says.
"No what?" I say.
"You'll hog the entire couch if you sit there. Sit somewhere else."
"There's room for me and you on this couch."
"Did I stutter?" She said.
I shook my head no and sat in one of the dining room chairs. She has to be 9 with that mouth. She most likely heard that kind of vocabulary from Dan's parents.
I really didn't do much for a while. I mostly went on my phone when she watched the TV. If you were with me, you would be bored out of your mind because there's no internet, and barely any decorations in the dining room. The only good thing is that they still use cable TV, but I can't watch anything with her on the couch.
"Make me another sandwich!" She said.
I got up and went to the kitchen to get the turkey, cheese, and bread. I grab a plate and put the bread on the plate, put the two slices of turkey and cheese onto the bread, close the sandwich, walk to the living room and give it to her.
"Stand here for a sec," She said.
"Ok."
For some reason, she stares at me dead in the eyes. She looks pretty mad. I don't know if I did something that made her mad, but my question was answered when she stood up, clenched the sandwich into a ball, and threw it at my sensitive spot. She would be a good pitcher in the softball games.
I get down slowly and gasp in brutal pain. "I wanted one with no cheese!" She yelled. "I didn't have to do that."
Believe it or not, Dan walks in. "It got canceled, some kid got si-" he looks at me. "Henry? What happened?"
Jenny answered for him. "I didn't want cheese on my sandwich!"
I get up, saying, "You didn't tell me in the first place!"
Dan pulls me aside for a minute. "Henry, she has a bit of an anger problem and it's hard to deal with her at times." He whispered. "Sorry about her." To Jenny, he said, "You're in trouble when they get home," Dan said in a dangerous tone.
She shot up, and screamed, "NO NO NO!" She went over to the cupboard, grabbed some plates, and smashed them on the floor with really loud shatters. "NO NO NO!" She continued.
"You may wanna head out right now," he said to me.
"Good idea," I say.
I hurried out of the house and heard yelling and screaming even when I was 30 feet away from their house. I quickly jog back home and suddenly remember tomorrow's Thursday.