wonderlani

Chapter 2

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I laughed as we looked over the huge parking lot. The line blocked up the whole street. It's the supermarket of talent shows but it's Manchester.

I sighed adjusting the belt around my waist. I gently pulled down on my tank top, brushing my hands down my arms nervously. Jerms smiled over at me, resting his hand down at my shoulder.

"Harri, you're gonna kick ass today. Take a breather, in through the nose and out through the mouth." His hand squeezed my shoulder, taking my hand down and patting my thigh.

He's right. In through the nose. Out through the mouth. 

In. Out. In. Out. I---Remember that time when you had your first concert at your dad's store and you forgot the lyrics, got so anxious you threw up your breakfast burrito all over your crush?

I swallowed hard, Is it too late to go back home?

"We're here!" My dad swung hard into the parking spot. The car behind us honked so loud I jumped out of my skin, almost took-Took a tinkle. Ugh, okay... I'm good, it's fine. Feeling's passed.

My dad looked into the rearview and grunted, "Eat my shorts!" He rolled his eyes, setting the car in the park and he turned around to us. I swallowed hard again, crossing my arms over my chest as I sniffled to myself. Jerms sighed and leaned over, clicking the seatbelt lose. 

What if that's a sign? I shouldn't be here right now, I should go back home. Go to university overseas, maybe California. 

Or Vermont, not a lot of people live up there so I wouldn't have to worry too much about crowds and packed houses, and blocked exits. 

I won't have to worry about all of this.

"Harri." His hand rested on my inner thigh and jumped back out from my thoughts. I swallowed my head and looked at Jerms with a grin, pushing his hand away.

"Ew, cooties," I giggled and pushed the belt behind me. 

Jerms rolled his eyes, "Ew, UTIs." He tried to jump out of the car but choked as the seatbelt pulled back on his chest. I laughed loudly as the door swung open. My dad shook his head over at Jerms and helped me out of the car, and hugged around his waist as I raced around to meet with Jerms.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking." He cleared his throat and rubbed his Adam's apple.

"I'm sorry Jerms, could you pass me my book and bag? Thanks," I asked, motioning to the stuff that was between our seats. He rolled his eyes and laid back into the car. I smiled brightly and laid back against the car as my dad dug through the trunk for the "line-watching" gear.

I looked at a fun-sized girl with black braids and blue streaks to match, wearing a long-sleeved white crop top with a "Living Single" logo, ripped blue jeans and yellow Converse.

Oh, sweet Florida Sanchez. Let me count the ways.

Her index finger flew up to her mouth. I zipped my mouth, looking back at Jerms.

"Think Evolution will come," I asked while turning to face him more, an evil smile slipped onto my face. He yanked the chair out hard, dropping it on the ground and jumped back in to get my bookbag.