Freak Week Chapter 2 #WRITINGWITHGRACE

Chapter 2

Dear Robot Diary,

Hey girl, hey! Wait, can robot diaries have gender? I mean I guess if I wanted to I could draw some boo... sorry, back to the issue. It's day two of freak week and my back is aching; I had to sleep on the floor covering myself with an old ball sack. It had 3 deflated dodgeballs in it that I used as a pillow. It's 2021, why does this sadistic game still exist? Dodgeball, more like balls-to-the-face-ouch-my-head-hurts am I right? Anyway, when I woke up it was around 10 a.m., Crush was sleeping next to me. He looked so cute sleeping curled up in a ball. As I was staring at him, he moved his hand to his face to move his hair out of his face. Even laying on his side his face was perfectly framed by his beautiful black hair. Not the ugly black color of my soul, but a shiny black, like a ravens feathers. My eyes followed down his arm, to his strong forearm that disappeared under the short sleeve of his simple white t-shirt.

"Wakie wakie, eggs and bakey" Banana said out loud with enthusiasm. I looked over my shoulder and Banana had a huge smile on her face. How does someone have the energy to smile this early in the morning? I heard a deep inhale in front of me. I turned to see Crush stretching and yawning. Had he always had that stubble on his chin? He lowered his arms and opened his eyes; I could see my silhouette in the bright brown shade of his eyes. "Hey Lace, how'd you sleep?" he asked me. Oh god, was he really talking to me? Was Crush, my crush, really talking to me? I was nervous so I just said, "I don't know". He tilted his head like a puppy and gave me a puzzled look. I was embarrassed by my answer and nervous I would reveal my true feelings for Crush so I just got up and walked over to Mr. Kevin.

"So what are we going to eat Mr. K?" I asked him. Mr. Kevin and I noticed a beetle crawl across the floor between us. "Bugs?" he responded with a smirk on his face and a faint chuckle. Ugh I hate when he "jokes" around like that, he's not even funny, you know what I'm talking about Robo D? Of course you don't, you're a diary. "Why eat bugs when you can eat pugs!" Marmie shouted from across the basement. "Pugs from yesterday's rain..." she added, looking around at everyone for a response. We all laughed, which broke the tension a little. "There're some vending machines just up the stairs" Crush told the group. "Good idea C" Mr. Kevin responded. That was his sad attempt at being cool. "I can go up there and get us some stuff" Banana said. She continued, "fun fact: I'm great at cooki" she was cut off by Harry who shouted, "YOU'RE A FUN FACT!" Banana gave him a puzzled look and responded, "Thank you?" We all laughed at his stupidity. "Shut up! Yo screw this!" Harry countered. I guess that's like his catchphrase or something.

Harry got up and started walking up the basement stairs heading towards the door. "What do you think you're doing, Harry?" Mr. Kevin asked, getting up and staring to walk towards Harry. "Going to get some grub, what's it to you?" Harry responded with an attitude. Before Mr. Kevin could respond, Crush yelled "look!" and pointed to the small window close to the celling. It was a sea of yellow and red. It took us all a second to figure out what it was, but as we focused a bit more, and got closer to the window, there it was, clear as day: cold spaghetti and hotdogs. A sea of cold spaghetti and hotdogs was flowing outside the window. "Well that solves the food problem" I told the group. "Wouldn't mind eating a couple dozen wieners" Marmie said out loud. I think she meant to whisper it but it was loud enough for the whole group to hear. I looked around the basement and found a bucket full of baseball bats. "If we open the window we can use this bucket to catch the spaghetti and hotdogs" I suggested to the group. Crush looked over his shoulder and smiled at me. He started swaggering towards me and took the bucket from me. Our fingers touched and he said, "Great idea Lace". Robo D, I felt myself starting to feel things, like heart things from the heart. As Crush walked away with the bucket I looked down at my hand, the same hand that touched Crush's.

As soon as Mr. Kevin opened the window, cold spaghetti and hotdogs started plopping into the bucket. The bucket was almost full when we noticed that the spaghetti wasn't falling from the sky, but sprouting from the ground, like grass. 'That's a new one' I thought to myself. After we filled up the bucket, we sat down and ate for about an hour. Nobody said anything aside from a few jokes from Marmie and Banana, and the occasional snotty comment from Harry. God, I wanted to throw cold spaghetti at Harry's stupid face. Not really to hurt him, but more to bring him down a notch or two from his jerk level. I think everyone was scared to reveal too much about themselves, especially me. Everyone just sat in silence, occasionally looking up at each other and smiling politely.

After we ate, everyone sort of retreated to a different corner of the basement. Mr. Kevin and Crush went off to a corner and discussed football. Harry went to a different corner, murmuring stuff to himself, looking around at everyone. Marmie Banana and I retreated to a different corner and talked in a low tone about class, French bulldogs, and hotdogs. I couldn't keep my eyes off Crush, he just had this thing about him that made me want to stare. I kept getting this urge to tell him how I felt, or to tell Marmie and Banana. With those feelings in mind, I told the girls the cold spaghetti wasn't setting too well and I retreated to a different corner. I just kept thinking about the repercussions of what might happen if I told Crush how I felt about him. RD, how am I supposed to live with myself if he rejects me? What am I supposed to do? Go online and post videos of myself talking to my camera expressing how I feel? Vlogs are so 2016, besides it's not like it'll fix anything. I've been sitting here by myself for a few hours now just writing in you RD. Marmie and Banana have been laughing and cracking jokes for the most part, and Mr. K and Crush found some baseball gloves and a ball and they've been playing catch. Harry found and old piece of sheetrock and started drawing something on the floor. Even though he's a jerk, I have to admit his artistic skills are pretty good.

Awhile later I got up and started walking around to stretch my legs. Why did my legs hurt so much? What am I, 30 years old? Anyway as I was walking around I stopped in front of Harry and admired his drawing. Harry looked up, stared at me for a second and said, "What are you looking at?" "Geez, I was just looking at your drawing, sorry" I answered. I turned around and as I started walking away, Harry said, "Wait, I'm sorry". I was confused... did Harry just say he's sorry? Gross! Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked over at Harry in shock. "WHAT!" Harry lashed out and threw the piece of sheetrock in front of him as he sat back down. I went back to sit with Marmie and Banana and they continued to joke around and I joined in.

Nothing too eventful happened after that, Robo D. Soon the sunlight started to dim outside the small window and everyone went to bed. I should probably get ready for bed too and go grab my ball sack and deflated dodgeballs.

6 Days and Counting,

Lace