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Chapter Six - An Almost Fake Kiss, A Real Kiss, and A Honking Car

Chapter Six - An Almost Fake Kiss, A Real Kiss and A Honking Car

I opened the door of the car, Max in the passenger seat and Mikey in the driver's seat.

The driver started the ignition and we began to drive down the quiet neighborhood's street.

The car was quiet too. We were all hungry, me especially, as we all skipped dinner.

All I had time to do was take a minute long shower and change into my uniform.

I was also able to change into my new size XXL uniform skirt, which I had found online.

Mikey didn't have to change, as he was already in his uniform, and didn't break a sweat at all on the walk this morning.

I looked the two boys sitting in front of me.

Mikey was tapping on the wheel furiously, beeping at a misbehaving car, while Max was turning his phone on and off repeatedly.

He was doing this so quickly, that you could only see white flashes appear onto his screen every few seconds.

I wouldn't be surprised if his phone suddenly exploded.

I fumbled with the stringy friendship bracelet Vic gave me, braiding the left-over untied string at the end.

I held my breath and signed with relief.

Today was a Wednesday, therefore, resulting in a lovely little half day for me.

The thought put me at ease after witnessing what happened to my mother.

Not wanting to picture her puke on the ground again, I thought of my constant back-up subject. Food.

While dreams of sugar plums and ice-creams jumped through my head, I looked at Mikey, who was just after turning on the radio.

The car was still quiet. A morning talk-show was on, someone as usual, was discussing about the downfall of the economy (in unnecessary detail).

Not wanting to listen, at all, I thought about school, seeing as it probably wasn't too good for my diet to be thinking of M&Ms.

Instead, I thought about how Vic didn't like the school cafeteria's salad dressing, "because it tastes like watered down mayonnaise" and how she eats it nonetheless.

Then, I thought of how Sarah Miller once ate twenty-five chili peppers in a row, and was sent to an emergency room as a result.

And how Eugene McFayette ripped his girlfriend's twenty dollar bill in half and how she broke up with him.

After thinking of the quirky stuff, I thought of Andrew. My petty, stupid little ex-boyfriend.

I pulled out memories of how he never liked Halloween, because he was scared of blood.

And I laughed in my head at the memory of when we went on the farm trips for school last year, and how he developed a fear of camels after one spat on him.

I picked at the friendship bracelet's ravels and and thought of the necklace.

How great a throwing arm Mikey has when it comes down to chucking jewelry across a lake.

I thought of how I hugged him and told him I loved him "like family", even though I truly had no idea of what I loved him like.

The look of confusion in his eyes this morning hurt like a big ton of bricks.

I felt guilty, and just as I was about to ponder upon that subject, the school came into my view.

The car drove into our usual spot by the tree and we all headed to the main building.