Fish's Thirteenth

Twelve

Heeeey!:D Last week's answer was "She's really, very lonely, you know" that Bobbi's little temporary tattoo told Mibs. Now, please don't hate me 'cause of this (late) chapter😅🙏

2 weeks from last entry...

Wednesday
New Kitchen Table
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My birthday had not turned out at all the way I'd hoped. We had to move. Because of me. No one was hurt too bad, but you should've seen the place! It was much worse than Rocket's 13th. At least no one experienced any long-term damage 'cause of him. At least no one had to move. When we got here, Momma and Poppa had already picked out a whole new house for us. Grandpa Bomba, he mustered up enough strength to move the house into a very deserted place between—well, I'm not really sure where we are but I already wish we were back in Ol' Miss. I know Missy's feeling the same. Took a page out of Samson's book and didn't say thing to me in that one week it took us to get here.

Figures. Just when I was good with Rocket, Missy decides to give me the cold shoulder. There really is no winning to this game.

The car ride over here 2 weeks ago might've been the worst part. We all hopped in; Poppa driving with Grandpa Bomba and Momma in the bench seat, me, Rocket and Gypsy in the middle seat, and Missy and Samson in the back. The car never was a quiet place. Especially not on a trip this exceptionally long. But that car was so silent you hear a frog croak from a mile away.

It'd taken about four days after my birthday for Momma and Poppa to get the family out of Mississippi fast.

Day One, all it did was rain and wind all day which is why we weren't too worried at first. Maybe that hurricane was just because of that hard-hitting savvy surprise.

Day Two, the waves got well over high tide and the ocean pretty much ate our picnic table. I was so rattled that on

Day Three, lightning struck the neighbors' house. Lightning! None of them were hurt but Momma and Poppa knew we had to go, so they called in an emergency to the savvy family. I don't know how they did it but we were packing up and out of there that same night. On the car radio we heard about Ol' Miss and its shortest hurricane in recorded history. That was when I realized what my savvy is. I thought I just destroyed people's lives...

We made a whole bunch of pitstops on our journey to the north. Most of the time it wasn't even to go the bathroom; we just got a little sick of each other in that small space (especially because of that little savvy I got (yeah, the one that causes hurricanes), we probably could've swum through that humid air). Gypsy crying she wanted to go home, Grandpa Bomba wanting to stretch his legs every five miles, the engine blowing up. (Alright that last one didn't really happen, but, with the car running on Rocket-fuel, it rightly could have.)

Our stop in lower Kansas was our last one till we reached wherever heck we were headed. We were all sat in and around the van trying to get some sleep.

That night, sleep just wasn't happening for me, so I climbed over Samson's still body out of the car. I stood there for a minute until I heard a voice behind me.

"Wanna go walk a bit?" Rocket asked.

I nodded. "Yeah."

Rocket and I didn't go anywhere special. Just a marked path into the woods right along the car park we were in.

We made it to the end of the path where the trees cleared around a big circle with a log in the middle. Neither of us had spoken a word, but boy was I thinking a whole lot of them. I had just about had it with Rocket. I nearly told him off right then for all his nonsense when Rocket turned to me and said, "Fish, I've gotta apologize."

"You darn right you do!" I couldn't stop myself from saying.

"I know," he continued. "I've been nothing but trouble to you these last few days and I'm sorry. I just read what you said in your diary—"