Heyo lovelies! I just wanted to let you know that this chapter picks up where chapter six leaves off. Has anyone else been searching Youtube day and night looking for the Pokemon scene in Paper Towns?
P.S. I love dragons.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~I look into the depths of the brown box. The edges are smashed and warn. The dark brown edges have turned into a lighter brown. I can hear Zoe from a mile away with her high heels clacking on the floor. Her hand touches my shoulder as she peers into the box.
"It looks the same as this morning." She deadpans. I turn around, my back aching. I give her a warning look. She smiles a gassy smile and takes a sip of my soda sitting on the floor behind me.
"That's mine." I say. She takes another sip and sets it back down.
"Maybe if you walked around and put a smile on your face then maybe, just maybe you would be able to get rid of one flier. That's your goal. One flier. And your goal after school is all the fliers." She says giving me a pat on the back.
"Does that mean my soda and I have to separate?" I ask. Zoe nods with a fake sympathetic face. She grabs my soda in its blue and white styrofoam cup and walks away swaying her hips. I sigh and grab a flier and actually take a good look at it. It has pictures that only hormonal teenage boys would like. Zoe obviously looked up photos of models in bikinis. I shake my head at the atrocious flier and put it face down in its temporary home.
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6:00 p.m. I spent two and a half hours handing out dumb fliers for an event I'm not even going to. I had at least 35 fliers left at 5:37. I threw them out in a trashcan where I saw older fliers from this morning. I doubt anyone is going to go to the car wash. The visiting hours at the hospital are long gone so the only place I can go to now is home. As I walk up the steps to the front door dad's car pulls into the driveway. I quickly open the door and shut it behind me. I race up the stairs, not bothering to let Rosie know I'm home. Dad and Rosie can have their first conversation in months about how I am or am not home. I turn to the left of the stairs and walk into the first room, mine. I close my door and stare at the creepy collection of Adam Levine pictures on the back of my door. That's why it's always open even if I want to shut it to keep Rosie's loud obnoxious music out of my room. I walk over my rainbow carpet that I picked out at Walmart when I was nine. I flop onto my blue comforter that drapes down the sides of the bed. I groan into my pillow and let my backpack fall off my arm and onto the floor.
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I walk up to the lady at the front desk who has memorized me, what I'm going to say, and what I'm going to do after she tells me to wait a few minutes. We go through the same process and I sit in a red uncomfortable seat. Some people in the waiting room must find it comfortable because their eyes are closed and their breaths come out in a slow rhythm. A man walks into the hospital with Callum trailing slowly behind him. His second day of school must have worn him out. It did for me. I had to lie to Zoe and say that I gave away the fliers. Then I had to explain why I was lying when she yelled at me. My homework for tonight is to send out an email to everyone at the school. The head nurse, Linda, waves for me to follow her. I've already memorized how to get to her room. Linda tells me anyways how to get there. I nod and start my trek to moms room. I don't even think, my feet do it all. Before I know it I've got my hand on the shiny, cold, annoyingly squeaky handle. I push down on it and push my shoulder into the door to open it. A nurse stands at the side of mom's bed. Mom has a black wrap around her arm. The nurse pays no attention to me, but stares intently at her watch. After a few moments the nurse, with a bored face, rips the wrap of moms arm. The velcro screams in pain as it's separated. Mom winces at the fast motion.
"Careful." I say without thinking about whom I'm talking to. The nurse looks at me with her blank expression.
"I'm doing my job honey." She says with the most sluggish voice I've ever heard. Her attitude reminds me of Rosie. I don't need two Rosie's in my life, thank you. I shrug with a shake of the head. The nurse leaves quickly, leaving behind a big stink of perfume.
"That woman has the worst attitude and the worst taste in perfume. I think garbage smells better." I laugh and set my bag down on a table resting next to a window. It has a perfect view of the high school, Jefferson High School.
"Is that the worst smell you could think of?" I ask with a smile. I sit on the end of moms bed.
"Yeah. What's with the judgey tone?" She asks. I shrug and look at mom, rather than JHS.
"Okay hot shot. What's the worst smell you could think of?" She asks, kicking me with what strength she has.
"Rosie." I say. Mom laughs. After she's calmed down I can feel a dark cloud settled over us.
"Speaking of her, how is she?" Mom asks, not looking at me.
"She's fine." I say quietly. Mom nods. It's really awkward and I want it all to disappear.
"Good. I have the perfect view of the high school and I'm not to high. Sometimes I think I've seen her, but then I remember she doesn't wear pink. Mostly black and red and then I spot her off in the corner with a few people. And then I see you come out of the building and I gleam with pride. If there's a nurse in here I'll point you and Rosie out." She says with a dreamy smile. It all disappears and her eyes widen.
"Oh. Oh, oh, oh. I almost forgot. There's jello pudding down at the cafeteria. Could you get me one?" She asks.
"Didn't you get one with dinner?" I ask. She shakes her head like a child when they deny something so that they can get something.
"No. That poop of a nurse won't give me one." She says. I stand up and flatten my shirt.
"Okay. I'll be back in a few minutes." I say. Mom claps her hands and cheers.
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Yay! Chapter 7! I am officially an 8th grader. Its scary and stressful but Im excited that I am almost down with my terrible school. I also just failed my first quiz in Social Studies. Thats what I get for being nervous about my grade being spread again. I mean thats a reasonable thing to fear right? Anyways please comment, vote, and leave some ideas or feedback. Have a great FRIDAY/WEEKEND!
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