Senior Year, Biscuits & The Fuentes Family As Told By Nelissa Brown

Letters Fueds Fights and Fuentes

My hand is coming along nicely. I was right, it did cut a little. I don't even know how. My hand is purple. It's actually really sore. Either Vic has a really hard face, or I have a really soft hand. Vic probably has a hard face. That's why he only smiles once every full moon.

I sat down at the foot of a tree and tried to flex my hand. Ouch. Stupid jerk. Stupid fuck nugget. I saw Mike walking towards me. He sat down and stretched his legs out. "I can't find anyone." he told me.

"They're hiding from you." I said easily.

"They must be," he smiled. I started biting my nails when I heard Mike gasp. What's wrong with him? "What the hell happened to your hand?" Oh, the hand.

"I fell..." I trailed away.

"On what?"

"...A plank of wood?" I offered. That's kind of true. Vic is a plank.

"A plank of wood. What was it made of? Steel. All your knuckles are scratched and cut and everything."

"I hadn't noticed." I rolled my eyes.

"Seriously, what did you do?"

"I told you."

"You told me a lie. How stupid do you think I am?" Does he want me to answer that? "You know, it doesn't matter. Let's go to the nurse and get her to wrap it up so you don't knock it until the bruising goes down." Mike stood up and helped me up. He started taking me inside and to the nurse.

"You don't have to." I told him.

"I want to. Damn, what is it with everyone hurting themselves? First I get back from LA and find my brother with a black eye. Now you."

"Hmm weird." I might as well be a double agent.

We went to the nurse and Mike waited in the corner as she wrapped my hand up. She bandaged it up and questioned me. I told her it was the plank. I think I'll be sticking to that story. B would say it was stupid. She says all my stories are. But her English accent is stupid. She thinks it's good. It's not.

After I had a free period. When we reached outside Mike broke away from me saying he had to sort a few things. I'm not sure where B is. So I went to a diner not far away. I went inside and up to the first floor. It's so quiet up here. I sat down and looked in my bag and found the letter Dad had sent me. He's not too good with the communication thing. That's why his letters are always pretty long. Half a page long! I opened it and my eyes went over it.

'To my Nelly Welly,

How are you? Are you still falling over? How's your wooden leg?

Germany is spectacular as always. I sent you some more biscuits, but your mother possibly hid them again. Don't let her. Just because she's no spring chicken doesn't mean you can't eat your favourites. It's been nice and chilly here.

Is everything with that fish brain over? Just let me know and I'll fly back and give him a good seeing too.

Hope you're well, Nelly Welly.

Dad xxx'

Maybe that's where I get the odd nicknames from. My dad isn't really normal. That's why I came here. I need to have quiet when I reply. I get easily distracted. I got out some paper and a pen. I set it down and started thinking. To Dad is probably a good place to start.

But then I heard yelling. I hate yelling. "Don't you walk away from me!" Wait.

"And why not?!" Oh no. I know those voices. They're getting closer too.

I ducked under the table just as Vic and Mike walked up the stairs. Mike looked around and Vic pushed him further in. From my hiding spot they can't actually see me. I have a perfect view of them though. But I don't think they too bothered about me, they both look pretty mad.