I love you?/ Sunday, February 19, 2006
ok, so heres my story. give it a read.:
OneI spent the whole of math class in detention. Mr. Denominon caught me drawing on my denim Converse shoes again. Major bummer.
I also spent that time in detention staring at Jeff, who I heard from Detention Girl got in there because he was chewing gum in class. As usual, Mrs. Logen, the detention mistress, was asleep. She’s always asleep. Anyway, I was staring at him from the back (where I was) as he was writing. When I went to "sharpen my pencil", I caught a little peek at what he was writing (in his total wood pencil. He is sooo environmental friendly…) in his Algebra notebook- a poem. He is so artistic. He paints, plays the guitar, writes poems… he’s perfect.
But I’m his match made in heaven! I paint too, well, actually, I draw pictures. Pictures of Adrienne Robbs being crushed/slashed/squished/pounded/chopped up/murdered by different things. Just to pass time. In Geography. No wonder I’m always failing. I hate the world so much…
Anyway, in Chemistry, I got a C+ in the pop quiz Mr. Seelia handed out. Hey, I used to get A-s, until dumb Mr. Seelia partnered me with Jeff, the dreamiest guy in school. It's kind of his fault though, for assigning Dreamiest Guy In School as my partner, who got me totally gazing at his deep blue eyes and almost-touching his dark brown hair. I almost flipped when he noticed my hand at near his ear. Well, actually, I didn't really flip. I FELL. Off the freakin' silver stool! How lame was I? I bet he thinks I'm a freak. Well, I am. For one thing, my feet are so freakishly large I think I need Clown shoes. I mean, I'm only fourteen and I'm a shoe size 8 and a half.
When I got home, to my room a.k.a basement a.k.a pig sty, I saw Julia's butt in the air. She was snooping around my dresser! I tapped her back pocket with my finger. 'Excuse me, Jule's ass,' I said. 'but what the hell are you doing in my personal property?'
She jumped a little as she turned around. 'Hi, Sam. Aren't you supposed to be at that Tom & Jerry's or something?' she asked as she moved to my desk drawers and raided them while I changed into my black turtleneck . 'Jule,' I answered 'It is Ben & Jerry's Ice Cream Parlor. God. And no, I work on Wednesdays to Fridays and today's Monday. What are you doing in my drawers??' I was getting aggitated. Then, looking anxious, she told me she lost her planner.
Who wouldn't be anxious if she was a wedding planner and her clients' confidential information are all in that stupid planner and they'd pin all their hopes on her to plan their dream wedding and they'd give her hundreds of dollars and those hundreds are meant to provide for her four siblings while her parents are dead and she, a 22-year-old, has to support them all by herself?
I know I would. Be anxious, I mean. I had put on my black beanie by then.
'Try under my bed,' I said to her, as I adjusted my beanie and hair in front of the mirror. 'Pearl collects lots of stuff and hides them there beside my money tin stash and she doesn't know I know. There's a picture of Hank there too, I think. Where do you think I found Kris's old sweat socks and Tony's bunny plush toy? And don't you even think of snooping around my money tin. I count the money and I know where yours are. Well, I'm off to a poetry recital at the Goth Club. Later.'
'Goths?' she asked after me. 'What goth? You better not mix with them. You're Christian!'
I just ignored her. I made my way to the water fountain. Through the big shrubs, to the grassy hill, past the skateboard area, past the bird bath, past the Stairway To Nowhere. Tedi and Meg were already there by the time I got there. They're my best friends and have been since the second grade. Wait, I think we once played together in the sand pit in pre school, where I wet my pants. Those were my darker days which I would prefer not mentioning.
The petals of my daisy
falling out real fast
Like my dreams
fading into a pit of ash
Midnight ebony hair
like my heart all crushed and dark
That’s just too bad, poor dog
hear it bark, really really loud...
-By Gerrie Wollace
That was sad. In a good way. After the poetry, Tedi, Meg and I went to get some cheeseburgers. Though it was kinda hard getting to Burger-On-Wheels, because of the deep snow, since it was already early December. We got discounts for our burgers, since Meg works there. The three of us work at food joints. Weird, huh? Tedi works at a pancake house. 'So,' Tedi started a conversation, with cheeseburger in her mouth. 'what're you wearing for the Annual Winter Dance? It's, like, on Friday night already.'
Shoot. I had totally forgotten all about it. It must have been when I was choosing my clothes and asking for Julia's opinion that I completely forgot when she started shooing Pearl out of the room and Pearl wouldn't budge and Julia tried throwing a book at her. Golden Retrievers can sometimes be a pain in the butt that won't move. Julia has this thing about dogs. I know, I know. How can she hate them? I wonder too. But she's hated them for a long long time. No one knows why, e xcept, apparently, Kris. But whatever. Who cares about Julia anyway?
Still, I kind of had in mind what to wear; my paisley shirt-dress, jeans and Kris's boots. I am not a fan of gowns. But Kris is wearing a gown there. Big ew. It's going to be tight-fitting and hot pink. But still, that is so her, and also, no matter how horrifyingly ugly anything is, Kris can always make it look good. I mean, she looks good. She inherited all of the prettiness in the family. Silky, straight blonde hair, nice brown eyes (all of ours are brown, but hers has a tinge of hazel. Why???) six feet tall, a perfect size 2, perfect teeth, slender legs, cheerleader. She's a living Barbie doll! And her boyfriend Dimmwit (his name's actually Dimm, but he's a total blockhead and only looks cool on his motorcycle) is like her perfect Ken doll. Except she's not allowed to ride on his motorcycle.
Anyway, after the whole discussing the dance stuff, I had to get home to walk Pearl. And clean my room. And babysit Tony tonight while Riley's away at Science camp, Kris is at her friend's sleepover and Julia's at Mr. and the almost-Mrs. Malloy's wedding that she planned.
Tony's my baby brother. Well not really baby. He's six. Naughty, yes. But I once read his book report on "My Favorite Person". That little sneak put, in bold words, MY OLDER SIS SAM. That’s so sweet. And yet, oddly frightening..
* * *
The next day at school, they started the candy cane thingy. I suggested this to the principal last year. It's this system thingy where the school orders like maybe a truckload of candy canes with little tags on them. It's for you to write little notes on them and give them to your peers by hanging them onto their lockers. Last year, after I introduced it, in December when they started coming, Kris had, like, a dozen and a dozen more hanging on her locker – some even pasted on her locker – that some dropped to the floor. All I got was one from Tedi - Meg had to go visit her grandma upstate for Christmas.
Anyway, when I went to my locker before lunch to put my Biology books back, I noticed my first candy cane. I was kinda hoping it wasn't from Tedi or Meg. Maybe I hoped it'd be from...Jeffrey Anderson. Or just Dreamy Jeff. Whatever.
I read the green tag. It said:
To the prettiest girl in Jebediah High School.
Love, A.J.Omigosh omigosh omigosh.
I have...a secret admirer.
When I told Tedi and Meg about this at lunch, they flipped too. But they were cool. And happy for me. 'I'm tellin' you,' Tedi said in the lunch line. 'it's definately not a joke. Someone really likes you. Likes you, likes you.'
No one likes me. Okie dokie... now, who would send me something like this? I was thinking while having Cafeteria Lady's new special-cheese fries. They taste too good.
I was thinking, Andrew James? Alistair Johnson? Aaron Jackson? Or worse, Arnold Jenkins, head of the chess team??? I needed a clue! But what if it was Ajay Pickles? His name is AJ, only spelt a different way. I couldn't think at English class. I wasn't even looking at Jeff this time. He was in the first row, as his surname started with an A, you know, Anderson. While I was in the back left corner of the class. The last person in the class was Nicholas Watson, and the second last was Bailey Ungremyer and third last is me. So I had a pretty good view of Jeff. And the window. And basically everyone else. But I was also glad Tedi and Meg were near. Tedi's surname is Nestern and Meg's surname was Orisiss, so they're somewhere in front of me. And of course, Adrienne Robbs was there too. She's in this English class. Why oh why? But whatever.
Oh, Jeff is leaving the room. O, my love, where are you going? Oh, bladder control. He got a hall pass from Ms. Bartley for the Boy's Room.
When I went to my locker after English with Tedi and Meg – their lockers are just beside mine – I noticed a rose sticking out of my locker. Oh my gosh. Was that really MY locker??? A rose at my locker???
I pulled it out of the rectangular hole thingys and read the purple tag. This time, it said:
A.J is J.A backward,
A rose for my beloved.
I will never live to tell,
How in English class,
you looked so swell.
Love A.J.Omigosh omigosh omigosh. The OMGs are coming back again. Well, I didn't care about the first line much, but I loved his poetry! He's so sweet.
But wait. A clue. "How in English class, you looked so swell".
AHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He's in English class! Finally! You me a clue! I will SO hunt you down now. But shoot! I was so dumb I didn't look at the J row in English! Darn it! I was so close.
Anyway, during English, all I paid attention to was the homework assignment. It's a "Make Your Own Short Story" assignment that had to be handed in my Thursday. It had to be printed and not with names on it, as she wanted to read it out and critique it without knowing who the writer is so that you don't judge. Like how everyone says negatively about the geeks' assignments, namely mine. The only people who say mine is nice is Tedi, Meg, me and, you won't believe it, but once, Jeff – yes, THE Jeff – actually complimented one of my reports. Adrienne Airhead gave a big sour face for the rest of the day. Haha, go me.
I was thinking, out of the blue, on the way home, why don't I do a social thing, like...um...throw a party? That'll be cool. Like, a new year party. Yeah! That rocks. Maybe I'll hold it on a Friday. I checked my datebook, which I'd taken from the pocket of my backpack. The Fridays in December are this Friday, the 7th, next Friday, the 14th, next next Friday, the 21st, next next next Fiday, the 28th. OK, it's gonna be on the 28th. From 5 to 8. Nonono, that's so grade school. No, it'll be from seven to midnight, complete with barbacue, Tedi and Meg sleeping over, Seven Minutes In Heaven, food, the whole school, alchohol, and, of course, food.
But I had this idea. I'd pay Riley maybe seven bucks, to put red and blue wrist bands on everyone, red for below 17 and blue for people who can drink alchohol.
'15,' Riley demanded when I told her the plan when I got home. 'Seven,' I replied real firm.
'14.'
'8.'
'12.'
'10, and that is all I'm giving you, you little sneak!'
'Done deal. 10 more bucks to law school. Yay me!'
How lame is she? Anyway, she's still a genius. I spent the whole afternoon weaving some wristbands (friendship bands, actually. Fashionable, a souveneir and serves as a purpose-for alchohol, I meant.) with Tony and Riley, who helped me out. I gave them four bucks each for that and helping me to get yellow envelopes, after I'd gotten approval of the party from Julia. I'm inviting only half the school as well as Ginger and Ed, my co-workers from Ben & Jerry's. Those in my grade and some fifteen to eighteen year olds. (The 18 year olds are ones Kris invited. From other colleges. She has connections, since Dimmwit's in college. You know, for a dimwit, he's actually quite academically smart. Figures, he goes to Harvard. He also draws, like me.)
Then it was already 5:30 and I was due to take Pearl out, but I still had over twenty more invites. I called Tedi and Meg to ask them for help on my very special three-way call purple wired phone. Although I have my very own phone in my room, I still don't have a cell like Tedi or a cordless phone like Meg. Drats.
Me: Hi Meg.
Meg: Hey Sam. What's up?
Me: Hang on. Let me patch in Tedi.
Meg: OK.
Tedi has joined the conversation.(I have a speed dial and a weird voice when there's a threesome)
Tedi: Hi Sam.
Meg: Hi Tedi.
Me: Hey you guys. Listen, would it be OK if you guys took Pearl out for me? Oh please oh please?
Meg: Sure.
Tedi: No prob.
Both of them: Why?
Me: Secret. I'll tell you guys when you get back from the walk. Remember. She needs two times round the park and past your houses' streets, OK? (The guys [or girls] live just a street away from me each. I love in 278 Ashbury Street while Meg lives in 17 Ashbury Street and Tedi lives in 303 Ashbury Street - the biggest house in our estate. Tedi's rich - which makes me in the middle.)
Tedi: OK.
Meg: Sure.
Both of them: Bye!
Me: Catch you guys on the flip side.
That was it. Then I kept writing the invites. I made the handwriting extra pretty for Jeff's card. Hehe. Oh yeah, and I'm also inviting the Popularos, to be social creature and prove to Kris I didn't hold a grudge against Adrienne that time in 3rd Grade when she put that frog in my pants. Again, one of my darker days.
When Tedi and Meg arrived at my house, they brought their dogs too. That's one of the other things we have in common, dogs. Tedi has a female German Shepard dog named Kelly and Meg has a liver-colored male Labrador named Indiana, or Indie, for short. They're the best of friends and our moms once put them all under the same trainer guy so they are very tamed and don't even need to be on a leash, as long as you have some Doggie Treatz in your pocket.
I gave Pearl to them and ran back to the basement or rather my room (I just sometimes call it the Baseroom or My Sanctuary. OK, the second one sounds better, especially if you have two Dobermen guarding it. Muahaha. They'll rip off Kris's skirt if she ever tries to look through my personal stuff.).
They surprised Tony, Riley and I when we were halfway through our invitation writing when they came home an hour later. As usual, the three dog musketeers all jumped on my bed and curled up. I threw Pearl's smelly old blanket on them.
'So,' Meg said as she and Tedi lay down on their tummies. 'What's the surprise?'
'OK,' I started. 'I'm having this cool party thing on the 28th this month, and half the school is invited. We're writing the invitations and planning the party and making wristbands. Wanna help?'
'Of course,' Tedi said. 'Sure,' Meg said. Then Tedi weaved some wristbands with a skill her old nanny and mom taught her, while Meg wrote some cards in her best cursive. They were a huge help. About another hour later, we got hungry and called in pizza delivery since now even Julia and Kris decided to help. When we stopped for a rest and to call delivery, I announced, happily, 'OK, you guys. I thank you so much for helping, and you were great, but we still need 14 cards and are short of nine blue and six red wristbands. I hope you can help somemore?'
As we ate pizza, we also did the invitations and wristbands and stuff. As for the planning, Julia was great, but I helped too.
It was about 9:45 that we finally did everything. I still felt bad, because the party was, like, next next NEXT Friday. But, I just wanted everything to be perfect.
'There,' Julia said. 'is no way you two can get home. If you go, tomorrow the headlines in The Enquirer will be "Two 14 year old Girls Got Frozen To Death". You'd better stay for the night, OK?'
Tedi and Meg were only too happy they didn't have to go, and they were also lucky that they left their pyjamas here that other night when they came over. We all slept on the floor, like old times, and also because the dogs were still hogging my bed. It was like 5th Grade camping, only without a chaperone.
Speaking of chaperones, Meg's mom will be the chaperone for the dance. I thought it'd be an embarrassment for her, but she was surprisingly cool with it. She is cool. Kind of gothic, actually. She has black hair with pink, red and blue highlights, had a small nose piercing early this year (in which she got grounded for a month) and she wears contacts and eyeliner. OK, that's unrelated. Her parents are divorced and her dad lives in England with her stepmom, Macie. Tedi's rich, on the other hand. Her dad's a lawyer and her mom is a buisness woman. But, she's not a spoiled brat. She's really modest.
TwoThe next day at school, I had brought a quarter of the invitations to give to everyone in advance. The first I gave to was, of course, Jeff. In Literature. He said, 'Thanks. I like your shirt.'
'I LIKE YOUR SHIRT.'?????
AHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He's so dreamy. Although, I could barely see my own shirt. All I knew was that it was an orange and red striped long-sleeved top under dark blue overalls and my Converse sneakers.
'Thanks,' I replied. 'remember to RSVP.' I went to my seat and slipped into it. I passed some invites to some people when Mr. Potts was writing on the board. He assigned us into groups to discuss some book by William Shakespeare. It's about this girl who goes into a magic garden or something. Lame.
The next class was PE. I hate PE. We had to climb the rope. I passed, with an A. I was happy. On top of the rope, I stuck on the ceiling some invites for the people there in my PE class. Tedi and Meg were in my PE class. We all got As too. Now I was happy.
During lunch, I put invite after invite into the lockers of level two, where mine was, too. I almost slipped an invite into my locker, until I saw another note. Another from...A.J. It said:
See you at English my love.
Love, your love, A.JA.J, A.J, I already like Jeff. Why haunt me? This time, I kept my eyes peeled for an A.J. I only saw Jeff and Adrienne kissing (darn them), Tedi reading a magazine (Seventeen), Meg painting her nails (with her black marker), the nerds going through their textbooks (what stoneheads.) and Ajay Pickles sitting at his desk. I never really noticed it, but he's kind of cute. Brown hair and brown eyes, camouflage pants, also Converse sneakers, like mine.
I actually kind of stalked him the rest of the day, until the bell rang. And he was no where near my locker. I guess it wasn't Ajay. Unless...
Anyway, at home, I watched some TV, had some Cheese Crunchies, then went to Ben & Jerry's. Buisness was OK, and I even bought a cute B & J collar for Pearl. She'll definitely love it.
When I got home from B & J, I just remembered about the homework assignment Ms. Milky assigned. I got started on it. By the time it was done, I just looked at it 'Ah-hah. This would definitely fetch a B+.'
'OK, students,' Ms. Milky said in English class the next day. 'thanks for actually doing your homework I assigned on Tuesday, but I have a surprise for you all. Ready? OK. You'll all be going with myself and Principal Syberdose on a skiing trip to Aspen! It's on the nineth to the eleventh. Get your parents or guardians to sign these consent forms OK?' She handed out the forms.
'This is gonna be so cool!' Meg whispered to me as she turned back. But I couldn't go. We had to make preperations for Julia's wedding which was just on the thirteenth. No, it's Julia's wedding. With Hank. They're engaged. So when I explained this to Tedi and Meg when they came over after school, they said they wanted to be bridesmaids with me. 'No, guys,' I said. 'It's OK. Kris, Pearl and I are the bridesmaids. Please don't ask. Anyway, there's no way I am letting you guys miss the ski trip. Meg, you love Aspen. Tedi, you have a new DigiCam. Go. Without me.'
'No way,' said Tedi.
'Yeah,' Meg continued. 'If our BFF isn't going, why should we? Hear me, Tedi?'
'Word, man. Plus, I wanna take pictures of Julia and Hank too.'
So, I guess they'd be coming with their families. Although I know Meg's dad wouldn't be coming. He's in Tokyo on a buisness trip. And Tedi's sister Tina is backpacking in Europe, so whatever. Anyway, about the Pearl thing. See, at every wedding, there's usually three bridesmaids, right? Right. So I came up with an idea. Pearl would lead Kris and me down the isle. She's been trained a long time already. I just never mentioned it. Really.
We've already ordered the wedding dress (which will be coming later in the afternoon. Julia's friend Genesis – seriously-that's his name – made it for her, along with the bridesmaid dresses, which are supposed to be lavender. Also, I planned flowers in our hair, ballet flats, dangling earrings and white roses and baby breaths. Jule's gonna love it. Well, I do have her approval.
There's so much to do in December this year for our household:
2nd December Mom and Dad's death anniversery, and wedding anniversery (sad, huh? Their accident was in Rome when they both tried to save a small boy from being knocked down.).
7th December The Annual Winter Dance.
8th December Starting of Winter Break.
9th - 11th December Ski trip in Aspen.
10th December Collect wedding stuff- flowers, dresses and decoration.
12th December Reshersal wedding dinner.
13th Dcember Hank Walter Simmons and Julia Tyler's wedding. (Hank 25 years of age and Julia 22.)
14th - 21st December Hank and Julia's honeymoon in Australia (where it's summer.).
22nd December Hank and Julia Tyler-Simmons come home at approx. 6:22 am. (That means wake-up time is at 5:30!!!)
Plan Christmas party (Kris and Julia are the planners, even though Kris will suggest stupid stuff, so then Riley and I will have to help Jule.) at our place.
23rd December Christmas party at our place at 15:30hrs (OK, OK, that's 3:30 pm.).
24th - 25th Dcember Party all night, though Kris is probably going to one of her lame parties and is requested no alchohal and to get home by eleven.
26th December Boxing Day.
28th December My block party. Yay!! Start: Seven o'clock. Or maybe earlier.
30th December Ice-skating as a family. It's Sibling Day in our family.
31st December My birthday!!! Yipee!!! Some stuff on my wishlist:
• $$$ Ca$h $$$
• A laptop
• An MP3 or an iPod (considering my grades for Mid Terms: straight As!)
And that's it for December. So, tomorrow's the dance. Whopee-not. I don't have a date – yet – so I'm reconsidering, you know. Maybe I should stay home and eat my discounted B & J's choc chunk ice-cream. What should I do, A.J???
During art, I didn't really concentrate much... 'Students,' I heard Mrs Copelin say. 'I want you to draw out on your paper your feelings. How you're feeling today, right now. Sad? Happy? Depressed? Crazy? Put it on paper. Using paints, pastels, crayons or water.' Water? How could you draw with water? Anyhoo, I didn't really give a damn. Tedi and Meg were in my Art class too.
'So,' Tedi started, painting something pink. 'you guys got what to wear yet?'
'Yup,' Meg answered. I didn't reply, because I was so into my painting, trying my level best to concentrate. I was so into it, that I didn't even know what I was drawing, all I knew was, I was using navy, midnight blue, black, midnight purple and a dash of silver for my work. I even got carried away and started going downwards...past the canvas, onto my pants. I had started doodling on my pants with paint! 'Sam?' Meg said, snapping her fingers at me. For some reason, I just kept painting on my pants, ignoring her.
'Sam!' she screamed in my ear. So loud, that I fell off my stool. Why was I so stupid? I keep falling off chairs.
'Hey.'
I heard a deep voice. I opened my eyes and saw upside-down slightly hairy legs, with three-quarter jeans. It was Ajay Pickles. I didn't know he was in my Art class. OK, was he stalking me now? OK, not possible. 'Are you OK?' he asked. 'Yeah,' I replied. 'just fine. Peachy.' I hurled myself up as he walked away. 'Sam,' Tedi said, concerned. 'you alright there?'
'Just fine. Peachy.'
The rest of the class didn't go so well (hey, that sounds like "swell", which means OK which means peachy which means...just...fine. You know, if you say "so well" real fast), except for the Mrs. Copelin giving me an A part. Well, for starters, when I got up to my seat and my big fat hand accidentally knocked my paintbrush down to the ground, I put my hand down to get it, but the dumb stool was so tall I had to go further, my butt sticking out like a mile, which bumped into Tucker Wilson, who was coming from the sinks with a small saucer full of WATER, who also made me realize how to paint with water.
His water spilled onto my painting. The paint wasn't entirely dry yet, so this melting thingy started appearing in my artwork. He started apologizing so profusely that he sounded like he was saying "Yem ser, yem ser, yem ser". I kept telling him it was OK, considering how my painting looked now. It was even more beautiful than just now (though I didn't really see clearly.), with the effects of the water. It was so beautiful, and that's when Mrs. Copelin came. 'Oh my gosh, Sam,' she complimented. 'This is so gorgeus. You have captured the true feelings of confusion and depression in this painting, and the water, wondeful. The makings of a true artist.'
That's when I finally discovered a true talent of mine. Painting. OK, maybe the drawings of Adrienne Robbs being distroyed and stuff were OK, but I know I like art. I never imagined next time it could be a career for me. 'Thanks Mrs Copelin,' I said. 'But half the credit should go to Tucker, actually. He was the one who spilled the water on my canvas. It was a total accident.'
Well, she looked shocked, but still gave me an A-. I could tell Tedi and Meg weren't so good with painting. I don't mean to be mean, but theirs wasn't very nice.
Oh my gosh. I was being mean again. I had to remember late mom's words at a time like this: 'Making fun of someone or saying they're ugly doesn't make you prettier or a better person.'
Yeah, I still miss mom and dad. A whole lot. Anyway, Mrs. Copelin said, 'Sam, do you mind if I put this on the art board? I want the world to see it and share my joy. The art board was created – by yours truly – to inspire the kids in the school. Wha'dya say?'
'Of course I don't mind,' I replied, kind of excited my work would be on display. I kind of wanted to sell it to the museum, but the art board's good too. Though I wouldn't get money for it. But then I looked at my painting. I mean, really looked at it, for the first time. It was like it was drawn by a sad little soul, but at the same time, it looked like a dream. Vibrant colors and stuff everywhere. 'But,' I added. 'can I just bring it home for today only to show my sister? She'll be proud.' And she said yes. Mrs. Copelin, I mean, not, Julia, my sister.
OK, whatever. Then I went to my locker to put my rolled-up painting into it (the locker), and I saw a Post-it note on it (the locker!). It (the Post-it!!) read:
Can't wait to see you during lunch at the usual table.
XOXO, "A.J"OK, two problems with this. One, what, or where, is the "usual table"? And, more importantly, two, why does the word "A.J" have inverted commas at the sides?? I think this was another clue to who Mr. A.J really is. I didn't know why, but deep down, I was kinda hoping it was Ajay Pickles. Oh man, why must I betray you, my love, my Jeff?
Anyway, during lunch, I tried to look out – from the lunch queue – to see if any A.Js were near my table. No one so far. All I saw was Jeff Anderson waiting patiently at the popular table for Adrienne Robbs. Bleah. I hate them.
Actually, I hate her. She is stealin' my future man, man!
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