Middle School

Chapter 7

Well, my goose is cooked because I was in a rush to get rid of the hot sauce soap bottle so I just threw it I the bathroom garbage and my mom found it. She told me Joe broke up with her and that I was grounded for a MONTH from using my phone. She also told me she paid the phone company the cancellation fee for the service contract. That's just what I needed; now I can't text Daniel unless when I get my phone back I pay for my own service or get one of the free texting apps.

When I got to school this morning I expected it to be a normal day but it was EVERYTHING but normal. I told Daniel about my phone situation just so he knew. The whole Joe thing got me thinking, I may be becoming a delinquent as my mother said. Getting into fights, acting different, and ruining her relationship, she usually understands what I do but lately I'm a mystery to her. I think Joe believes that we were trying to murder him or something because when I came home from school I saw cops outside our house watching it so he must of contacted the police, it would be just my luck if they started an investigation.

There's only 1 week till basketball starts and my brother is home from college on October Break, we went down to the park and practiced and my brother saw someone he did NOT want to see. So we got in his car and we drove home early. He dropped me off at Daniel's and headed home. We played video games and then I showed him some of the prank stuff I got when I went to my dad's for the weekend. We pulled some pranks on his neighbors and then after a while my brother picked me up. We got home and we all went our separate ways. In the morning my mom made BREAKFAST, my brother and I were both amazed. It was really delicious and after breakfast my brother and I went to go play mini-golf. We started playing and I kept swinging to hard or to soft. I ended up getting a really high score so in the middle of the game I just focused on sabotaging my brother and sometimes I would swing hard enough to where it would end up in the fountain in the middle which is part of the 22nd hole.

You'll definitely be good at baseball, Zach," My brother said.

We got home and practiced basketball, watched a movie, and then my brother talked to me. He told me it was good mom was trying to be with someone and that it could be good for us.

"I realized that after I did what I did," I told him.

"What DID you do? Mom wouldn't tell me," My brother said.

So I filled him in on the whole story and his eyes got WIDE, he said that was awesome but not to do it again. He also told me If I was trying to be popular maybe I should try to be something like most talented or class clown. He also told me that would make me popular so that's just what I did. I always triy to be funny in front of people. It was sort of hard considering I only had one friend and he was the only one I could do little skits with when I was in front of people. I was still mad at Ralph for making a big deal out of nothing so I called him with the home phone and before I could give him a piece of my mind he welcomed me over to his house and I went upstairs to play video games and before I even got in his room he was waiting for me. I haven't seen him in a while and I saw that he had developed a weight problem. I'm not trying to be mean or make fun of him or saying he's not going to be my friend anymore. I hate when people say stuff like that when you make a true statement. It was true and I'm not making fun of him and that's that, he welcomed me in his room and I sat in his bean bag chair. When I landed I felt someone squish I got up and there was wet stuff all over my pants. Ralph turned me around and pushed me down and I landed on the weird slimy stuff and he rubbed my face in it an then he kept hitting me with a baseball bat. I grabbed it after a few swings and threw it on the ground and ran downstairs. I opened the door and saw Ralph coming down the stairs.

"See you later! Friend....." Ralph said.

It's official, Ralph has gone crazy, he keeps trying to talk to me and everyone now knows that coming next quarter the weirdo table is his go-to table. He has officially hit rock bottom, his friends won't talk to him because he has developed some sort of anger problem and they all don't like him. I don't know if he was trying to kill me or if that's being nice in his new weird way. A couple of the geeks that go to Ralph's often had black eyes, it could be from Ralph like my black eye or it could be from John because the kids with black eyes were his regulars as well. I started to wonder why John beats ME up, I'm not a nerd and I am a geek but I like to keep it under wraps so to him it's that I just sat at the wrong table so why does he mess with ME! Why does anyone mess with me?! Why can't people have the COMMON DECENCY TO BE A DECENT PERSON! I'm not asking people to be the nicest person in the world, I'm just asking for some decency but then again maybe I should listen to my own advice... I'm such a hypocrite.