Blake and Aimee

Chapter 10: Blake

Today was good. School as usual. Maths first which wasn't too bad, then Biology- which ended up turning into a rap battle between this white dude and Mr Johnson, who smoked this little boy badly. Seriously, everyone knows you can't beat a black man at rap battle. What's worse is the whole time he was rapping about Mitosis. He says he should record himself and sell it- Aimee said that would be a great idea. English was third, we had to read poems to each other in class. I kept making them have funny accents- Aimee was cracking up laughing for a solid half hour. Shakespeare was Indian, William Blake was Texan, and then Aimee made Lord Byron Scottish. She did really well, it sounded so accurate. Last was art, which sucks because I can't draw for shit, my hands are way too shaky. But Aimee was also in that class so we mainly just talked the whole time, and Ms Morgan is really nice. And oh god she'll be here in an hour. Man, I'm kinda nervous hey? Shouldn't be I know, it's pathetic but I guess I'm just nervous of what her friends will think of me. The last thing I need is her friends convincing her I'm a living freak show. I'm wearing my The Smiths T-shirts with just plain black jeans, and my beanie. Can't go anywhere without that thing. I keep staring at myself in the mirror though. It's at times this this that I just wish I was normal. Just for a night. Just long enough that I can go somewhere without feeling self-conscious, just feel like I fit in with the rest of the world. I've had the same clothes for years now, since I went on chemo and my meds it has stunted my growth and made me loss heaps of weight. So now my clothes hang loosely over my frame, I need my belt on the smallest notch so that my pants don't fall down, and my shirts make my arms look even skinnier and bonier than they are. It sucks.

"Alright sweetie I'm off to work, oh you look nice, where are you off to?" Ma pops her head through the gap in the doorway and smiles.

"Ah right sorry Ma forgot to tell you, I'm off to meet some friends at the library tonight, is that ok?" Ma gasps with delight, as she usually does, mind you.

"Ah sweetie pie! Of course, that's fine, oh I hope you have a good night." She turns to walk out and seems to think the better of it, "Didn't I tell you things would work out in the end hey?"

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The house is silent with Ma gone, don't won't be back for hours yet. I hear a car pull into the driveway and peek behind the curtain, yeah, it's her. Oh crap. Ok it'll be fine right? Alright there's the knock at the door. As I open it I see Aimee standing there smiling, her hair is all tied up in messy bun, she's wearing a pair of light-denim dungarees with a red shirt underneath. She is also wearing light blue canvas shoes to match. I have to say she looks, well, cute I guess.

"Hi Blake, wow you look great!" Seriously? I didn't realise the baggy style was back into society.

"You really think so?" I looked at my outfit then raised my eyebrows at her, she laughed.

"Yes! Love the shirt by the way, The Smiths are amazing." Yes! I was kinda hoping she'd recognise them, she seems like the kinda person who'd listen to The Smiths; no reason in particular she just has that sort of vibe about her.

We jump into her car and take off, "Sorry you'll probably have to adjust the seat," Now that she mentions it is pretty cramped in here, "my sister, who isn't much taller than me, was in here last."

"You have a sister?" She looks sideways at me and smiles, just for a second.

"Yeah older sister, her name is Sofia. You have any siblings?"

"Nah, don't think Ma and Dad wanted anymore kids after dealing with me." Aimee starts laughing.

"From what I've seen I'm sure that isn't true, anyway we're here." She pulls into the driveway, I can feel my heart beating real fast. She hops out of the car but I can't seem to move, I feel sorta out of breath. "Blake are you ok?" I look at up her and nod slowly as I pull myself out of the seat. She runs over to me, and puts her hand on my arm, "Hey, if you're feeling nervous then don't be, these guys will love you, trust me." Then she adds, "Maybe some a little too much..." she chuckles as she heads up to the door. Swing it wide open, she ushers me inside, point over to a table at the back of the room. There are four people around the table. A guy and three girls. One of the girls, quite small with dark skin and hair waves shyly from her seat. The other ducks under her desk to grab something