Left Handed

13

My new superyacht, the Blue River, has two state rooms, a jacuzzi, and a freaking home cinema. It has a crew of five including security, a sailor, cook, engineer, maid and of course the captain. I would now go into explaining the thrust of the engine and the horse power band all those tech specs but, between you and me, I really don't care.

I know that ships are generally referred to as 'she' but I think we can all agree that's a tradition a bunch of horny sailors came up with hundreds of years ago and that it's really not necessary to assign gender roles to material objects.

After I looked around, I ate breakfast on the deck with the captain. Her name is Natasha. She is from Canada. Her Spanish amis very good. She told me she lived in Spain since ten years.

"I'm going to have a party on board tonight," I said to Natasha.

"Fantastic," Natasha said and rolled her eyes. I liked her already.

Next I went to the cook. His name is Yves. He's a French. He has a mustache. Gross. I hope he cooks well. I gave him instructions on what to prepare for the party. Beer mostly.

Then I disembarked.

I took a cab to the local high school. I wondered if I should climb over the fence or find a secret way into the school. In the end I decided to just walk in. There was no security and I am a high school student myself and nobody looked twice.

I walked through the hall to the other side of the building and out to the school yard and waited for the next break. I didn't have to wait long. After about ten minutes, kids poured out the doors.

Some gave me strange looks but I ignored them. I looked for popular kids and soon spotted a group of about fifteen guys and girls talking to each other.

I watched them for a while. They all surrounded someone in the middle and everyone kind of went in and out of conversation with that one person.

At one point the bodies parted andi got a glimpse of them. My heart did a skip. That boy was gorgeous. Do you remember how I drooled over Manu? Compared to this guy Manu looks like trash that's been passed down several generations of homeless people.

He was ripped. He had blond stylish hair and piercing blue eyes. When he stood, I saw that he was easily a head taller than me.

I took a deep breath. This was going to take all the courage I could muster. God, I was nervous.

When the group broke up and everyone milled toward the school doors for the next period, I walked up to the blond boy.

"Hi," I said.

He eyed me and then smiled. I felt warm in my stomach.

"Hey," he said. "What's up?"

"I... uhm... I have a party tonight."

He looked disappointed. My heart sank. Maybe he got these kind of offers a lot.

"On a yacht," I added. Then I pulled out a small bag of the weed I had stolen. "There's more where this came from. And lots of booze. I just need people."

He still looked kind of reluctant. Before he could answer, a chubby girl with pigtails snatched the weed out of my hand.

"I'll take that, thank you very much," she said.

"That's my sister, Steffi. Hey sis, should we party tonight?"

Steffi looked at her brother like he had brain damage.

"Of course we'll go," she said. Steffi's the best.

Phew, I thought. This almost failed. I quickly gave her the address of the Blue Rain.

"Thanks," said the guy, "I'm Jorge, by the way."

"Tracy, " I said and smiled. "See you tonight!"

Now all it would take was for them to talk to their friends but I wasn't worried. Steff seemed like the type of gal that dragged her posse along to all kind of shit.

I went back to the Blue Puddle.

Honestly, I have to admit that only now, with the afternoon off and preparations taking care of themselves, that I worried about mom. Of course, as soon as I worried about her, I also started to fiercely miss her. I'm still a kid. Sue me.

"Bo," I said.

"Yes, lady," he answered. Oooh: I like that.

"Call mom."

"I'm not Siri." Eh. It was good while it lasted.

So I called her on my own. She answered on the second ring. Her voice was taut with worry.

"Tracy. Where are you? What's happening? The police was here."

I felt really bad now. What was I thinking? I couldn't put my mother through this. She already lost dad. She can't lose me, too.

But what was I supposed to do? Dickhead and Cuntface were still out there somewhere, probably looking for me. And who knew who else was involved. And what if Frzzzbo suddenly exploded?

"Mom. I'm so sorry. I promise I didn't do anything bad. None of this is my fault."

I could hear her put on a stern face. My mom doesn't go in for bullshitting. "Tracy. What exactly isn't your fault?"

"Erm."

"Listen here. Where are you? I'm going to come to pick you up," she said.

Uh-oh. That was the last thing I needed right now.

"Mom..."

"Don't mom me, Tracy. I need to know that you're okay. I was so worried. I thought you might have died. Honestly, how can you do this to your own mother?"

She was about to go on but I said, " MOM! I'm with a.guy. I have a boyfriend."

"Oh."

"Yeah. We got a little drunk the other night and that's why the police came to our house. There is nothing to be worried about," I explained.

"Darling, that's wonderful. Why didn't you lead with that?" Mom asked.

""Yeah. I see you soon mom! Byeeee!"

I hung up. Great. Now I only have to get some guy to come to my mom's house with me.