At Aunt Amy's

Chapter 13

 Is this a bad time to say I'm allergic to dairy?

Like, really allergic?

A wave of white splattered right in my face, getting in my mouth...and going down my throat. As I stood in the threshold, coughing and gagging, I heard a loud BEEP that snapped me to attention. And luckily, it got Amanda and Brenda's attention, too. Hazel was holding a tiny remote control, pointing it at the smoke detector. After a few moments of awkward silence, she glanced at us.

"Oh yeah, I also used that money to hack the smoke detector," she explained, casually. "Pretty cool, right?"
God, what was with that kid?

Finally calm, Brenda and Amanda took a good look at each other. Amanda had egg shells caught in her wild blonde hair. Brenda had something purple all over her cheeks. They looked up and down their bodies, a little shocked.

"Gosh, what did we do?" Brenda gasped, running her hands through her red hair. I felt hived building up around my mouth and eyes. It was a burning sensation that made my eyes start to close a little. My vision became blurry.

"G-guys? We started it!" I stammered.

"What? Why?" Amanda asked, picking eggshells out of her hair.

"We thought it'd be funny," Hazel admitted, dead honest. "Because you're stupid."

"What?" Brenda exclaimed.

"We...we..." I mumbled, my mouth beginning to swell closed. "Someone g-get my Epipen, please."

"You really think this is funny?" Amanda asked. Well, I at least I thought. I couldn't really see who was talking.

"It was supposed to end up differently," Hazel stated, calmly. "You guys aren't really that good at this. Also, what was that you did at the end? Did you attack each other?"

There was a moment of silence as I felt a churning in my stomach.

"Oh God, we did," a voice said (I couldn't even tell anymore). "Dang, it really got to our heads."

"Welp, hopefully, it'll never happen again!"

"Y-yeah," I uttered, bending over with my hands on my knees. "I...I need a..."

Hazel dragged what I hoped was a trash can in front of me, and held my hair back.

With that, I spew chunks.

"Can someone get that Goddamn epipen?" Hazel demand.

So, when I got out of the doctor's, the four of us had to come up with some convoluted story. Hazel had luckily sound-proofed Aunt Amy and Uncle Eric's room, and only let them out when she'd quick cleaned the kitchen with my sister and her friend (after stabbing my thigh, of course). I decided to say that we were making ourselves breakfast and I accidentally drank the milk instead of the vegetable milk (yes, they make milk out of vegetables), and then the whole fiasco happened.

When we got home, I was pooped out on the couch, jacked up on medicine and exhausted. Hazel rushed up to her room, and Amanda and Brenda decided that hanging out at Amanda's place was a much better idea. And Uncle Eric was...well...who knows, who cares! That left just me and Aunt Amy. She sat down next to me, and I didn't push her away.

"So...that was a pretty bad reaction, right?"

"Mhm," I mumbled into the pillows.

"Yeah, that has to be pretty sucky."

"It's honestly not the suckiest thing in my life right now," I said and immediately

regretted

"Really? What's worse than all that?"

I took a deep breath and prepared to explain all the bull crap. "Well...you know

my friend Jenna?"

"No."

"Eh, it doesn't matter. Well, she came out as gay in sixth grade, and her friend left

her for it. She thought Jenna was gonna flirt with her or something."

"Damn...but this is still going on?"

"Yeah. Announced it in front of the whole class once. For like a week, she's been subtly bothering us about it! Well, at least it's bothering me. It's even worse for Jenna, honestly."

"Oh...have you, like...told anyone?"

"I tried Uncle Eric. And I've got the memo that the school wouldn't do much either."

"So, what do you wanna do about it, kid?"

"Punch her in the face."

"Other than that."

"I just...I dunno! It's not like I've dealt with this before!"

"Well, how about you take her down yourself."

I raised an eyebrow at her, a little bit concerned. "What?"

"Deal with her yourself. You make her stop. Stomp right up to her and say 'shut the hell up!'"
"I don't think she would listen to that."

"Well, make her listen. Show her you mean business. Curb that twat!"

Smirking a little, I replied, "Yeah..."