Geff and Jerald

Fold Point

There was two parts to this situation. Not only was there gonna be a whole fest-themed stuff, but there was a contest that if you won, you would get a prize. I look down in disappointment. Some of the harvest was dead. I told Jerald if he missed a spot when he tilled or watered, but he claims that he did it 'perfect' and 'twicely', which I didn't even know was a word. "It's nicely and twice combined. It's a new abbreviation I made."  "What are they teaching you in school?"   "What do you mean? Abbreviations, obviously." I sigh. "It's that period?" He nods. "The teacher didn't like the way I confirmed his stuff though. He said find a word that was an amped up version of good. And you know what I said that made him mad?"   "What?"  "Gooder. Like, what's wrong with that?" "Eh, who knows." Jerald waters some other plants while I take out my peppers for some sunshine. That reminded me. "Weren't we gonna do the mission?" Jerald was confused until he saw the pepper bowl in my hands. "Uh-huh. I was just thinking about that. If we find him, how will we take him out? That is, if he's in a cage of some sort." I told him I that T.J knew how to pick locks. "He'll show up this time, and if not, I don't know what the heck we'll do by then." I water the last plant and we go back inside. Mom's in the kitchen, reading the mail. I could hear herself saying "No interesting mail. It's all either junk we don't need or they're all scams." She went upstairs. Did I forget to clean my room? I'm pretty sure I already did it. But she just went up to check if we had any trash. Once a few minutes went by, I went to go to the bathroom, when I saw she pulled out the flyer from yesterday's overalls. Why does everyone find it? First Jerald, now her. Next, it's probably gonna somehow end up in the mail and ship itself to Gabe and Jane. Ugh.... "Where did this come from?" She asked. "The mail. I think people might know where we live now.""Well, it's not like we live underground." Jerald eavesdropped. I moved him out of the way. "You wanna go to this?" I nod in a shy way. "It depends on what kind of party it is. I really can't let you go to an older party." She continued until she looked closely. "Why, you can!" I quickly move my head in confusion. "Huh?!!?""Yes! I think you missed the fine print. It says it's being held at your school, in the back!" I look and see. Turns out, she was right! The label had some small writing, but it did say the name of my school and the date. "Don't worry, I already heard." Jerald came from the other room. "But can you believe it?"

"Yes I am going to let you go. But on one condition." I would go with anything. "You have to go nice. No child of mine will go to a party without some dapper setup." I would complain, but I didn't want this chance to slip by like butter. I needed to go. I finally could branch out and see other kids my age. "No party is perfect, though. This is an October themed event. So you need some sort of special clothes to attend. You don't have orange clothes, nor do I. How is it gonna work?"

"Well, I can ask Gabe..." He held up the phone. "I already called him. The only person who has orange is Jane."

"Well, why don't you ask her—"

"I'm not wearing a dress, bro. Even if you give me all the money in the world, I ain't doin' it."

I frown and look down in disappointment. "Then how is it gonna work?" Jerald tried to think, but I think we both knew there was some way, but we don't know yet. "I'm gonna take a nap. You can think about it. My brain needs some new batteries." He hopped up and started snoring within a few minutes. I still had thoughts. He hadn't told T.J yet. But what did he have? We still didn't know a lot about him. But I decided to ask anyway. Well, I....don't know where he lives. I had to ask Gabe again.

"What is it now?"

"Hey, Gabe, it's me, Geff."

"What do you want? I already told you I don't got no orange!"

"Yeah, about that. Have you asked T.J if he has any orange?" He paused for a while. "I haven't thought about that. I mean, I'll try, but I don't think he got any."

6 MINUTES LATER

Even after asking T.J if he had any, he said he did, but he wouldn't give it to us. "Why do you even wanna talk about this stuff? I shouldn't care about some kid show."

"Look. It's not just any party. I read more into it, and the farmer that captured Jackson is one of the chaperones."

"So? What does that have to do with me?"

"That means, he's holding my hat up for a prize. And if we could get more people to come, then we have more chances on winning!" He scratched and thought. "You know, wait— what type of contest is this?"

"There's a bunch of them. Each one gets you a couple of points, and once you get a certain amount of points, you get to cash them in for prizes. I need my hat back." He took a heavy sigh. "I have a couple of orange pairs in my closet from community service."

"Great! Thanks a bunch, man. Wait, you got them from community service? What were you even in for?"

He shrugs. "You don't have to worry about it."