Fish's Thirteenth

Five

Sorry guys, I forgot to update last week :'D and then I forgot to update last Wednesday. So what says you to another double update!! (ᵔᴥᵔ) Answer for last time was.....

Mellie is Fish's...... I don't want to spoil anything but you might figure it out later😁 So without further ado, here we go! ~F

Tuesday
In My Room
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You know what I really want for my birthday tomorrow? (Oh, just writing it makes me feel sick. I don't know if I can follow through on this. Of course I don't really have a choice.) I really want these black polarized Oakley sunglasses with a straight jacket case. 'Why?' you might ask. Well, I once heard Mellie say she likes guys in sunglasses. Now that she's irrelevant, I don't really need them anymore. But I've hinted that I wanted it for so long that it would look funny if I gave up interest in them all of a sudden.

And that's not the only problem: they cost almost two hundred big ones. Grandpa Bomba's stories aren't the only thing I'll be missing on my birthday. I was fixing to get him to buy them for me. Of course is was a long shot but I still would have had to try.

It's past nine now, so lucky for me, Momma didn't wake me for school. I'm spending the eve of my birthday in a home with minimum electricity. This is going to be a long day.

-Fisher

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At the Kitchen Table
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The clock in my room was wrong. I woke up at the usual time we all would be eating breakfast, so I ate breakfast with Samson and Missy.

Bad idea.

"Whaddaya think you'll get?" Missy asked me the second I sat down.

"What? No 'good morning?'" I had to play it cool, but really, this was the just about last thing I wanted to talk about over breakfast.

"Since when did you care?"

"Since I accidentally woke up at 7:00am."

She rolled her eyes. "Good morning." After a beat she said, "Maybe you'll get something cool?"

"Maybe." I said, pouring a spiral of syrup onto my fluffy, golden brown pancake to distract myself.

"C'mon," she prodded, nudging my arm, but I saw it coming and lifted the mouth of the mini pitcher just in time, "aren't ya the least bit curious? You could get something like teleportation. So you wouldn't have to deal with the humdrum hassle of buses."

"Yeah, I guess." I started my spiral up again.

"Or! Or, you could get a flying savvy!" She thought for a moment. "But flying's a little boring." Another moment. "I know!" She snapped her fingers. "You could get something with FIRE!"

"Fire?!" She'd caught me by surprise and the syrup pitcher slipped from my fingers, destroying my golden spiral. I don't want fire. Fire's destructive, demeaning, and downright dangerous. Fire is a definite no. Then again, I don't have a choice. But on the other hand, I'd blown my cover! And gotten syrup all over the place. "Aw, now look what you made me do!"

"Don't have a cow, ya big baby; just clean it up." She rolled her eyes. "Now, about your savvy--"

"Would you lay off, Missy?!" Unlike Mellie, Missy didn't look an ounce bit surprised when I lashed. She snapped right back like a rubber band you stretched out too far.

"Don't call me Missy, Troutbreath."

"Big Muddy!"

"FishFace!" Then she sucked the insides of her cheeks between her teeth and bugged her eyes out.

I was about to come back at her, but I couldn't help but smile then break out laughing at her sorry attempt at fishy lips. She looked like a surprised monkey. I told her so and she laughed with me.

"You think you could do better?"

"Oh please, Samson could do better." Samson popped out his head from under the table. "Couldn't you, Samson?"

Samson did the same as Missy, but added his own little twist to it: he moved his lips up and down and up and down and went cross-eyed.

"And I do believe we have our winner," I announced, pointing at Samson.

Momma walked in on us laughing, saying, "There you are, Samson. You and Missy need to get going; your bus is here."

"Alrighty, Momma" Missy replied.

As she cleared her plate from the table, I accused, "Hey, I thought you didn't like 'Missy.'"

"When you say it, it's an insult," she said very matter-of-factly. "And Mississippi's a major mouthful."

-Fisher

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Date Published: 16.10.31
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