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Chapter 2: Okay

"So," my mom said, taking a pizza out of the oven," How was your day?"

It sucked. But that's not what I was gonna tell her. I was picked last for kickball (who picks teams anymore? What a cliché), and my seat with my old friends was taken, and when I came over to sit, no one noticed me leaving.

I must have meant a lot to them. That's what I get, though, for trying to not hurt them by leaving before. Now that I know I mean nothing to them, it'll be a lot easier to eat in the hall with my two real friends.

"Fine. How was yours?" I lie.

"Exhausting. I had to go to a big meeting with the CEO, John, and he was nice when I talked to him afterwards, but his speech was really boring."

She set the pizza on the granite countertop and begins to cut it. "Alex? How was your day?"

He didn't hear Mom, he was too busy playing on his black-covered iPod. I gently punched him on the shoulder, and he glared at me before answering.

"I heard her. You didn't have to do that."

"Well, how was I supposed to know that? You were -"

"STOP! Pierce, let him answer!" She hated it when we fought, but it was always me who got in trouble. You know that whole notion of how little kids are always innocent? Yeah, no.

"My day was awesome! Mrs. Williams called on me to read my poem, and I got to go to the principal to show her! She loved it!"

You know, I bet it sucked. They never had very high standards. I was the writer in my fourth grade class, and I did that daily. Once means nothing. But the older kid means nothing, either.

I stood up and got the plates, shoving Alex as I went by.

"Hey!" He objected loudly, calling the attention of Mom to get me in trouble.

"Pierce," She warned me, setting a peice of pizza onto a plate.

The rest of dinner went by like that, Alex bragging and me rolling my eyes. When I decided it would be okay and not too rude to leave, I crept back up to my room.

"I still have to study for my test tomorrow!" I called down, as I ran up the stairs.

"Okay!"

When I got into my room, I pulled a book out of my backpack, and got comfy. It was 7:30, so I had about an hour before I should get out of my room and talk so they knew I wasn't dead.

Looking at my nightstand, I noticed that I hadn't eaten half of the ice cream, and it ended up melting.