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How to Be a Freak 1 Hey, it’s me, not that you care. “Get outta my way, idiot!” said Joey as he slams me into the wall. Joey’s in grade 11 unlike me, only in grade 10. Really, it’s amazing that I survived being a minor. Don’t ask. Joey and his crew, Mike and Phil are pretty much what you’d expect from bullies. Only pick on younger people, people they can easily over power. That kind of bully, but enough about the cavemen. My name is Nick. But people call me Nicky I’m short, weak and a loser. I’m what you call a ‘freak’ you know? I skateboard, have weird interests and the whole nine yards. “Hey Nicky! Guess what!” shrieked Justin as he was jolting toward me. I stand up off of my little table in the corner of the caf. “What do you want piggy?” I call him that because he’s fat...ish. “Ok can you PLEASE stop calling me that Nick? It’s getting old” huffed Justin. “Anyway, I heard that Lindsey Nelson likes you!” I almost barfed right then and there. “Oh god dude, please tell me you’re kidding!” “Ha-ha nope!” “Please god no, NO, NO!!!” now I was really stressing NOT Lindsey Nelson “Hey Guys!” I look over at ‘it’ “GAH!” I yelped as I leap back. It was Lindsey... Lindsey was well… how do I say it nicely. UGLY. Crooked teeth, the BIGGEST prep on the face of this planet. And well… just not my type. “What are ya doing Nicky?” “Trying to back away slowly” I muttered. “Huh?” Replied Lindsey in the stupidest way ever. “Nothing” I said quickly. Justin was already gone like a seven year old is after the ice cream truck. Leaving me here to die as always. “So, Nicky…” said Lindsey as she tried to creep up close to me. “Err What?” I replied as I crept AWAY. “I was wondering…” Oh god here it comes. “…umm what are you, oh I don’t know… what are you doing Saturday night?” “Umm… OH… I’m painting my grass, sorry, I got to go Cya!” Time to BOOK IT! Then like Justin I was outta there like him on a Twinkie. Now I’m in line at the caf after all I haven’t eaten yet. Oh and look who it is Justin with about fifteen cookies and a box of muffins. I walk up to him and say “Jeeze Piggy! What are you feeding a family of four or something?” “Maybe” he says. I shake my head and go back to the end of the line. I get three beef tacos, god only knows if it’s actually beef, a can of pop and I WAS going to get a cookie but no, Fat ass Justin had to take ‘em all. “That everything sweetheart?” asked the lunch lady. “Yeah and please don’t call me that... it’s creepy” “Whatever… five thirty-five.” said the lunch lady. I gave her the money… I went over to where Justin was sitting he already had mowed down five cookies and three muffins…pig “Hey dude.” he said with his moth chalk full of junk. “Don’t talk with your mouth full idiot.” I said. Justin swallows hard and says “Sorry…” I put my tray down across from Justin and take one bite of my taco, and then the god damn bell rings… oh joy, oh rapture. “Ha-ha it got ya again, eh Nicky?” said Justin. “Shut up Piggy” So off I go to math class. I honestly despise math even though I get like eighty percent in it. So I’m at the math room, Room 135, it’s in the portable. Good thing it’s still September I’m really not looking forward to trying to walk through all the snow. I walk into the classroom and sit down in my regular spot. Alone in the back corner. I really don’t care for this dumb class, full of idiots and Mr. Robinson isn’t helping very much. Really, half the stuff he talks about I already know. Then I feel the coldness of a spitball hit my forehead. “Real nice”, I mutter. All I can hear is snickering from David, possibly the stupidest kid I will ever know. He is failing almost every class and he failed kindergarten. Honestly, how do you do that? “Ok class, today we will look at the magic of algebra!” said Mr. Robinson. You can hear all the students sigh. This will be fun… I just know it… “Now what does ‘x’ equal if…” Now, I’m zoning out, going to my own little fantasy world. “Nick!” snapped Mr. Robinson. I snapped my head up and yelled “Forty-five!” “No, Nick, Class is over.” I really got to stop doing that. Now, I’m late for history, God Mrs. Stevens is going to flip! “Hey, sorry I’m late… again.” “Well have a seat you didn’t miss much, and besides, I can’t give my star pupil detention” smiles Mrs. Stevens. Everyone is hissing at me and calling me the teachers pet and shit like that, as I’m walking back to my desk. Some kid I don’t even know chucks a clumped up piece of paper at me about half way through the class. I look up at him and he’s flipping me off. Nice. I decide to ignore him and see what’s in store for me. I un-clump the paper to see a picture of me on a leash and Mrs. Stevens dangling a biscuit in front of me. Of course I’m on my hind legs drooling, and there’s a title “Teachurs Pet” with a backwards ‘E’ now, I’m thinking about how big of an idiot he is. He spelled ‘Teacher’ wrong and ‘Pet’ has a backward ‘E’. I laugh and learn about how Washington had the obsessive need to chop down cherry trees. Pointless if you ask me. Class is over and I’ve already got my stuff and escaped out the front doors when all I hear is “Hey! Hey Nicky! Nicky wait up!” I look behind me and theirs Justin is waddling hastefully to catch up to me. “What now Justin?” I ask. “Hey, you didn’t call me piggy this time!” “Thanks tips” He can be an idiot too sometimes. “Well what do you want from my life?” “Not much, im comin to your house though” he said. “Why?” I ask. “My mom will flip at the fact I blew twenty bucks on cookies and muffins…” he said. “See? This is why I call you Piggy Justin” I chuckled. We walk up to my house which is literally five feet away from the school. Ah, Grace secondary school. The greatest hell hole on earth! We walk into my house and there it is, its tongue hanging out and he’s wagging his tail with the stupidest look on his face. I lean down to my dog and say “Hey there Bruce!” “God your dog is stupid.” said Justin. “I know but I love him!” Moms not home from work yet so Justin and I sit on the couch and of course Justin goes into the kitchen. I look over from the couch to see him climb up onto my counter and grab a un- -opened pack of cookies. “Hey idiot! What do ya think you’re doing over there?” I yell. “Getting cookies!” Justin yells back. “You had better not eat them all!” I say as he’s walking over. He falls back onto the couch nearly crushing me. “Hey watch it!” I yell. “Sorry…” said Justin. So now he turns the channel to MTV and they’re showing some elephant keeper in Thailand cleaning the cage when the frigging elephant backs up and the guys head goes UP the elephant’s ass! Justin and I are laughing to the point where we can’t breathe anymore. This poor guy is flapping is arms and you can hear a faint muffled scream. And all Justin and I can do is laugh. To think, instead of helping this guy the people recording are like “Wow, he’s in trouble! Where’s my camera?” After we got our good laugh we came across America’s Funniest Home Videos. God I love that show. So we watched that until it was over and Justin almost peed himself. He would have too if there wasn’t a commercial. “Alright Nicky, I have to go and face the wrath of my mom…” Justin said as he went to get his sweater. “Alright man, call if you survive!” I say. The door creeks open then shuts. Now it’s me and my mentally ill dog. He’s sitting there on the other couch looking at me with his ears perked and his tong hanging out. “What are you looking at?” I say with one eyebrow raised. Bruce just looks at me and growls softly. “Whatever.” Im sitting there watching what seems like the stupidest cartoon ever made when I hear the door creek open then close. I bend over the arm rest of the couch to see who it is. “Oh, hey mom.” I say. That’s my mom. She has black hair like me and blue eyes like me… hmm… so that’s where I got my eyes. Hah, I don’t really think about these things. “Hi Nick. How was school?” she asked. “Boring as usual…” “That’s good Hun.” “No it’s not mom!” She does that when she’s focused on work. She’s a herpetologist at the local zoo. This happens to be the largest zoo im the whole state. When I grow up I want to be a herpetologist like mom. Always have. Probly because I love reptiles. That’s what a herpetologist is, they work with and study reptiles, yah but enough about that. “What do you want for dinner Hun??” calls mom. “I don’t care mom.” I call back sucked into watching Sponge Bob. I swear there are subliminal messages in the stupidity that sucks you in and makes you laugh, the closest thing to mind control. “Nick you have to pick something!” hollered mom. “Cow shit please!” I call sarcastically. Mom sighs “Really? Ok fine meatloaf it is.” About fifteen minuets later I hear the door creek open and then close. It must be dad; he usually comes home around six I guess traffic gave him a twenty minuet head start, or he got off work early, one of the two. “Why are you watching Sponge Bob, Nick?” he asked me as he stopped walking next to me. With wide eyes I slowly look up at him and say “I don’t know…” He laughed and walked onward towards the kitchen. After Sponge Bob’s hold on me was gone or in other terms, after the show was over I started to flip through channels starting at channel four. Every one knows that channel two is always kiddy cartoons and channel three is the T.V. Guide. So at channel thirteen, my lucky number, they were airing a very old episode of The Simpsons. It’s the one about Springfield mistaking Mr. Burns as the Friday night alien. Man, I’ve Probly seen this thing a million times. I keep on flipping channels until channel forty-four. And on channel forty-four there was an episode of South Park I’ve never seen yet. Half way through the episode mom calls me for dinner. Like she said, it was meat loaf. It’s dead silent; all you can hear is the clanking of silverware on the plates. To break the awkward silence dad says “This is wonderful dear.” “Ya but it’s no cow shit!” I add. “Now, Now Nick no need to swear at the dinner table.” says dad giving me a weird look like ‘shut the hell up.’ I sink back into my char and continue choking down the meat loaf. After dinner I trek up to my room with Bruce following me. “Really dude? You’re going to follow me everywhere?” I say to the dog as I walk down the hall. “Well, not this time bucko!” I say as I slam the door in his face. “Don’t slam the door!!” dad and mom yell at the same time. I walk into my poster covered room. I’ve got posters of everything from bands and skaters to the Joker from Batman, and the sticker that says ‘come to the dark side… we have cookies.’ God I love that one. I sit down on my chair in front of my computer. As I press the on button I can hear Bruce whining outside of the door. I feel bad for stranding him in the hall so I get up and let him in. he immediately jumps up onto my bed and lies down even though his bed is beside mine. “Oh ya, sure, you can have my bed I’ll just sleep of the floor.” I say as I walk back to my computer and sign into ‘MSN.’ No one is online so I bring up my media player and start playing some My Chemical Romance and Atreyu. I love these bands; I listen to some techno and a lot of death metal screamo type music. My phone starts to vibrate and move around, and then my ‘My Chemical Romance’ ringtone goes off. I quickly answer it. “Hello?” “Nicky!!!” Justin yells. “Justin! Dude your alive!” “Ya man, she bitched for like an hour but that’s it.” He said. “Really? I thought she would have killed you! I mean 20 dollars in cookies and a muffin is a lot.” “Well I’m going to get a job soon. Dude! You should apply somewhere with me!” Justin says. “Yea! Where though?” “Hmmm…. OH! Chuck ‘E’ Cheese is hiering! And so is the skate shop in the mall!” “Man really? Skate Revolution is hiering!?” “Ya man! We’ll go on Saturday!” “Saturday is tomorrow…idiot…” “Really? It’s Friday!?” “Yea smart one.” “Well im going to let you go my mom wants to talk to me again.” Justin says. “Ha-ha Cya dude and have fun!” “I will!” I hang up. And start watching people get hurt on YouTube. After a few minuets my phone starts again. “Hello?” “Hey, Sexy!” said this shrill female voice. “I appreciate the comment but who are you?” “Awe…booboo you don’t recognize me? That’s too bad…” “Ok, tell me who you are before I hang up.” “It’s Lindsey silly Nicky! He-he” As soon as I heard that I snapped the phone shut. Looked at my dog then shivered. It was one of those shivers that you get when you lick a cardboard box. Ya, I know im weird. Five Minuets Later, the phone buzzes around again. Since I don’t have caller ID, I have to pick it up. As I reach for the phone I mutter “please don’t be Lindsey, DON’T BE LINDSEY!! “Hello?” “Hey Niiicky!” I cover the phone and say softly “SHIT!” So I put on this really bad Middle Eastern accent and say “Sorry, you must have wrong number bye!” All I hear before I smashed the phone shut was “Nicky, I know it…” close one! I turn off my phone, and sneeze. I Think I just killed all my brain cells on that one…ouch. I have the worst head ache now, and is not rocketed the dog who is so dumb as to lick the snot off his fur… nasty. “Scoot over, idiot.” I say as I push the dog over. “Im tired, of Lindsey, mom, dad, and…uggh, u farting!” I nearly puked it smelt that badly. 2 Saturday! The Screech of my alarm clock roars at me to ‘get the hell up you lazy idiot!’ “Fiiiiiine…..” I groan at the alarm. “I’m comin, I’m comin, chill.” I say as I shuffle over to the screeching alarm clock. “I said, SHUT UP!!” I yell with my teeth clenched tightly together as I slam my fist town on the off button. I don’t see why I don’t just break it. I change out of my pajamas and comb my hair, I walk downstairs to see mom making pancakes, and dad is reading the newspaper. “Honey, did you know that the town is approving a major project of some sort? Doesn’t say though.” Dad said. “Oh, that’s fun!” Mom looks over and sees me rubbing my eyes. “Oh hi Nicky, how did you sleep?” “Fine until the damn alarm woke me up.” “Well come and get some pancakes before they get cold.” Mom says with a smile. “Thanks.” I said sleepily. I sit down at the table and immediately smash my head against the table. I come out of my coma with a stack of three pancakes covered in syrup with a slice of butter on top. “Ha! It’s alive I see.” said dad. I ignore the comment and begin eating slowly. “It’s a brand new day Nicky!” said dad from behind his newspaper. “So, what are you going to do with it?” he asked. “Well, as soon as Justin calls me, we’re going to the mall to drop off applications to ‘Skate Revolution,’ In the mean time, im going to lie down and watch T.V.” I say as I finish up my pancakes. “Thanks mom.” I say as I walk out. “No problem Nick!” I shuffle over to the couch, grab the remote and plant myself on the couch. I flip the T.V. on and begin to flip through channels. Once again, Sponge Bob has a death grip on my mind. It’s so un-funny that it’s hilarious. I mean really! How do you nail a plank to your head and not notice!? The world may never know. Anyway, at about eleven o’clock my phone starts going off, like always im hoping it’s not Lindsey. “Hello?” “Hey, hey! Nicky!” yells Justin. “Hey man, next time try not to pop my ear drums ok?” I say. “Alright, alright, so when do you want to go and drop off our resume’s?” asked Justin. “When I wake up…” I say. “AAAHHHHGGGG!!!” Justin screams suddenly. I jump like five feet off the ground and jerk the phone away from my ear. “Holy shit dude! Way to scare the crap outta me!” I yell. “Are you awake now, sleeping beauty?” he giggled. “Yes, thank you prince doufus.” It’s around 11: 16 and stupid Justin was supposed to be here at 11 o’clock. I see him five minuets later with an ice cream cone in his hand, licking away. “What the hell man!?” I exclaimed as I walk towards him. “What!? I saw the ice cream truck!” he said shrugging. “Yea your also like twenty minuets late, piggy.” I say as I star walking into the mall. He stood there for a second, ate the last bit of cone, and chased after me saying, “I told you to stop calling me that!” “I will when you stop being a pig.” “Hey guys!” this shrill voice squeaks from behind us. “Oh, god.” I mutter. Both Justin and I turn around at the same time to see Lindsey on her tippy toes waving franticly. I turn around and start walking immediately. Justin notices and catches up. “Hey! Where are you going?” Lindsey asks as she is jogging towards me. “Away” I say as emotionlessly as possible. “Well don’t ya want to talk for a bit?” she asked. “Nope.” I reply. Now she stops and says with the whole puppy dog pout going on and her hands behind her back, “Pwease? For me nick babe?” I walk up to her ands lean in, whisper into her ear, “No.” Man you could hear the shatter of her heart. It was priceless. Justin and I walk off with her still standing in the same spot. Justin leans in and says, “wasn’t that a little harsh, dude?” “Not when she creeps you.” I say calmly as we walk down the hall towards the stars to the upper level. As we walk into Skate Revolution, Justin takes off like a four year old in a candy store, ready to rot his teeth out. Aside from me he’s the only skater in our school. In fact that’s how I met Justin. He was skating outside the school last year. I saw him and we got to talking about parts and spots. Well the rest is really history. “Uhh, Hey.” I say to the clerk. “Eh! What’s up little dude? What can I help you with?” he asked. “Yea, me and my friend over there by the shoes are here to apply for a part-time job.” I say pointing at Justin. “Heh, you got to be fifteen man.” The clerk says. “I…am…fifteen… here’s my student id card as proof.” I show him the card with my age, sex, birthday, student number and a small photo to boot. “Oh, damn sorry dude! Ya I’ll give those to my manager. Where’s the other one?” “One second, I’ll get him over here.” “Hey, idiot!” I whistle, “Here boy! C’mon!” I pat on my knees. “Shut up nick.” Justin muttered. As we are walking out of the store Justin says, “Man im starved lets go get something to eat.” “Dude you’re always hungry. Ha-ha.” I say. Justin got four tacos, two orders of fries and a large drink. Where as I, only got a can of pop and some fries. Within five minuets Justin already downed a fries order and two tacos. I only ate half my fries. Then out of nowhere, I feel something, or some one grab my ass. I look over and it’s Lindsey, I got so scared I started to choke on a mouth full of fries; I’m holding my through and gasping for precious air. It really wasn’t fun. Lindsey yelps “Hold on a second Nicky!” And punches me square in the back; I then cough up the fries which conveniently end up all over Justin. “Eww, dude gross!” Justin says about to puke. “I’ll be right back.” “So, now it’s just you and me Nicky.” Lindsey says as she puts a hand on my thigh. “You know, you’re cute when you choke.” She said as she leaned in closer to me. “Yeah im also in pain when I choke, thanks, you know you’re the one who caused it, eh?” “Yea, I know.” She winked. I can see Justin walking back. Thank god. “That was seriously disgusting Nicky.” Justin said as he walked towards us. Lindsey returned my space as well, finally. “Alright guys…I’m outta here. Cya Nicky.” She winked. When her back was turned, I pulled off a little arm pump. Justin laughed. “Alright man, where to now?” Justin asked. “Umm… I don’t know my place?” “Sure. But we don’t have a ride.” Justin replied. “Wow, you’re lazy you know we can cut through the little way down the street from the mall onto my street.” I say laughing. “Heh, you’re right.” Justin said. As we walk up my street, Justin tries to spark a conversation. “You know, Lindsey IS kind of hot…” I spin my head over at him with my eyes glaring so I didn’t have to say ‘WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?!?!’ instead I said “WHAT?!” “Ya man, she does have a nice figure if you know what I mean.” “No I don’t know what you mean. To me she’s just an ugly prep.” Then there was what seemed like a long pause. “Yea, you’re right. She’s ugly.” Justin said. “Glad you came to your senses Justin old pal.” As we open the door, it emitted the awful creek it always does. We really need to oil that thing or something. It’s just painful. Makes my ears bleed. What ever, Justin and I slip our shoes off and immediately retreat into my room. It’s where everything is. My computer, my Xbox 360, my cat I’ve had for nine years, Oliver. He’s my best friend. “Hey Buddy!!” I say as I stroke his back. “Merrow!” he replied. “How was your day today Oliver!?” I ask. “Merow…” He said. Justin is sitting there watching in amazement that the cat actually replied when I said something. “How, how does he understand you? How do you understand HIM?” Justin asked. I turn around with one eyebrow up and the other eye hidden under my black hair. “By the way, you look so emo.” “By the way, I’ve had this cat for nine years remember?” I pause for Oliver’s reply. “Meow.” “Secondly, is that a problem? Emo people are cool. Too bad there aren’t any in our school.” I say. We played a little Xbox, watched some T.V. then around five o’clock Justin headed out. Later on I had left over meatloaf. Eww… Then I Talked to Oliver some more, and passed out. 3 Back At School… Sort of. The familiar screech pried me from my sleep Monday morning. School starts in an hour, Good thing I live less than 5 minuets away, or I’d be late. “Uhmmm….. Sh-shut, shut up you… Alarm. Here we go…” I very, sleepily yawn. As the screeching continues I force myself up, and out of bed. As I slide onto the floor I can feel the dog’s tail under my feet, he lets out a loud yelp and the cat scurries out the door. “Sorry, buddy.” I say while rubbing my eyes. I get dressed, putting my phone, wallet and MP3 player in my pockets. All set for the day. “Nick! Get up for breakfast!” mom calls from downstairs. “Ok mom!” I holler back. I sat down at the table ate my waffles, and then sat on the couch waiting for 8:05. It’s 7:30 now, bout a half an hour and I’ll leave for school. I go upstairs at about 7:55 and grab my Mp3, my empty wallet, and my phone which is thankfully on vibrate. I picked up my skateboard and backpack. But before I could get out the door Mom hands me a twenty. “What’s this for?” I ask. “Lunch, Nick, you’ll need it won’t you?” Mom said with a smile. “Thanks Mom!” I yell as I Take off on my board. As I roll down the street, I peddle when needed. I cross the intersection between my house and the school. “Hey! Nicky! Where’s your helmet? Wouldn’t want you to get brain damage when I knock your ass clean off that board! Oh, wait! You’re already brain damaged!” Yells Joey. “He-he yea!” trails Mike. And Phil is giving me the finger. I ignore them and keep on skating along. “Hey! Dweeb! Get back here! I’m not done with you!” Yells Joey as he, Mike and Phil Start to sprint at me. “Shit!” I yell as I pick up my board and start running for my life. Those three are all members of the school football team ‘The Grace High Wolfs.’ Joey fly tackles me and as he lands full weight on my wrist which is propped up onto the curb. I heard a satisfying crack. At first no one noticed until I felt the hot rush of searing pain. I managed to kick Joey off me as his pals are yelling “Kick his ass!” and, “Kill ‘em!” As Joey and his goons notice what had happened, Mike even puked, they shut up. I looked down at what used to be my left hand. Thank god im right handed. The tip of my pinky finger was touching my ring finger, the bone piercing the skin in some places with blood dripping onto the road, let alone all the scrapes. “Uhh, Joey?” Whispered Mike. “Shut up!” snapped Joey. I picked up my board with my good hand. The rage and adrenalin was masking the horrific pain in my hand. “Look what you did! You fat sack of worthless shit!” I yell as I get up in his face. “Look!” “I’m really sorry, Nick if you will just tell everyone that you did it skateboarding, I’ll stop picking on you!” whimpered Joey. “Bullshit!” I scream, blood still pouring out of my wound. Mike and Phil have both booked it out of there. I drop my board and call Justin. “Nick, what’s up?” Justin says. “Please get over here, I know your in the school.” I asked. “Ok, I see you, hold on.” Justin said and then he hung up. A while later Joey is freaking out im sitting on the curb, still bleeding. A small blood puddle formed and Justin came sprinting towards us. “Holy shit!” Justin said with hands on his head. “What happened!?” With mangled fingers I sort of pointed at Joey as I said, “That happened.” “Oh my god, oh my god!” said Joey as he paced back and fourth. “Justin, mind calling 911 for me? I’m losing blood.” “Sure, sure.” Justin said as he dialed. “Hey! Mind not telling anyone this was my fault?” Joey asked. I slowly look up at him with furious eyes. “Excuse me?” I ask. “Is that ok Nick?” “Screw you!!” I Scream as I punch him square in the nose. Blood squirts out across the ground and my fist. Joey is on the ground crying like a little baby. A few minuets later, the ambulance showed up. 4 Pain… and lots of it. After telling the paramedics what happened in the best detail I could offer, including how fat ass over there fell on me, they called up my parents and called in a curser to ‘talk’ to Joey. “Yo, Nick, are you sure you’re ok?” Justin asked. “Yea, I’ll live, the bleeding slowed. Besides, Joey over there might get arrested.” I say as I glance over at Joey getting scolded by the cop with a clipboard. Now there’s a crowd of people forming from the school realizing how serious this was. I can hear people mutter, “Eww, look how messed up his hand is!” “Eww! Eww! Eww! That’s gross!” I heard Lindsey’s voice from, behind the whispering crowd. Thank god she’s not here with me. God knows she’d try and fix it herself. My parents roll up in the station wagon. Mom rushes towards me wanting a hug. Ignoring the fact that my hand is busted. “Oh! NICK! Are you okay!?!” mom says through tears. “Holy shit!” Dad said shocked at the blood and bone. After calming mom down, I get loaded into the ambulance. “You can bring one person kid.” Said one of the paramedics. “Justin!” I yell. He looks up from the dried blood on the warm pavement of the street. “Come on, you’re coming with me.” He hurries into the back of the ambulance. The one paramedic that talked to me climbed into the back as the other went to drive. The back doors slammed shut and the sirens began to wail. “My name’s Jim.” Said the paramedic. “What’s you’re name?” “I’m Nick and that thing over yonder is Justin.” Justin smiled and waved when Jim looked up at him. “Good news, the bleeding stopped. Bad news, we’re going to have to pop those bones back in somewhat or they’ll stay messed up.” Said Jim as he was gently examining my hand. “As for the kid who messed up you’re hand in the first place, he’s going to get charged for assault. “Ouch! Watch it!” I yell as Jim bends my pinky into its ‘natural’ place. “Okay, this will hurt, a lot.” Said Jim. “Then knock me out fir- OUCH!!!” I yelped as Jim popped all of my knuckles back in place. “Nick! Are you okay?” Justin asked. What a stupid question. I wave my crippled hand in his face and say, “Does this look ‘okay’ to you!?” “Not really, ha-ha that was a stupid question.” Replies Justin. No, really? Like honestly Justin. The ambulance’s sirens quit wailing so I’m assuming we’re here. Just then the doors fly open and they put me on a stretcher. “Uhh, Jim I can walk you know.” I say as they wheel me into the hospital. “Yea, we know, just a rule thing.” Jim says. “Wait up you guys!” Justin says all out of breath. They wheeled me into a stuffy, small, hospital room and plopped me onto a really, uncomfortable bed. An hour has gone by according to my cell phone. Justin and I have been talking about what color the cast is going to be, we decided on white so it’s easy to sign. Not that anyone will want to sign it. Finally the doctor comes into the room. “Wow that looks like it hurt, a lot!” Said the doctor. “Well, it did hurt, a lot.” I reply. “I’m doctor Stevens. Now, lets go over to this room over here for an x-ray.” He said as he walked and opened the door for me. “As for you, you can’t come, go into the waiting room with nick’s parents. Down the hall to the left.” “Okay.” Said Justin. “See ya later Nicky, good luck.” We walked into this room with a huge tainted glass wall in a corner; it was a dark room, with a metal table. Like an autopsy room. “Ok if you’ll sit down here, place your hand here, and put on this led vest.” I did what the doctor asked then he took a couple x-rays. Then sent me back to the room. I sat and sat, finally the doctor cane back with X-rays that looked brutal. The bones were bent in odd directions and it looked like there were a few tendons ripped. “Okay, I will be right back. I am going to show your parents the X-ray and ask them if it is okay to insert the required pins to make a full recovery.” Said the doctor as he walked out holding the x-ray up to the light. Pins? Is this guy serious! I didn’t know it was that bad! Oh, god, what if I stay awake during the operation? Or, if they loose too much blood and I die? Or, what if my hand is screwed for good and they can’t fix it. This isn’t good! 5 Decision. “Well, it’s up to you Nicky.” Said mom. “Take the surgery there’s a 99 percent chance you’ll come out unharmed. That one percent is Probly a permanent pin and a weaker wrist. But you’re young. You heal quicker and you’re body has a higher endurance. There’s nothing to be worried about!” There was a long awkward pause. “Fine, I’ll take the damn operation…” “Well, because this is so serious and we need to fix it now, I have booked you an operating room for today in three hours. I’ll give you the rundown on what we are going to do. All we are going to do is put your bones back where they should be, insert the 3 pins and finally stitch you back up. Now if you could sign here…” said the doctor. I look up at him and said, “What exactly is that?” I ask. “Well, it’s a waver.” Stated the doctor. “A WAVER!? Why would I need this if its such a simple operation!” “Because. It’s a hospital order. If you don’t sign we can’t help you. Okay?” said the doctor. I could tell he was just saying this so I felt better about the whole thing. But im scared. Really scared. “alright.” I said. The doctor reached into his pocket that said ‘Linden Falls Hospital’ on it. He picked up the clipboard and handed the pen and clipboard to me. I signed it then handed it back. The next three hours were brutal. All I did was worry. Mutter all these stupid worries to Justin. Mom kept petting my head until I told her to stop. Dad was watching television and Justin was trying to calm me down. “Ok, Nick, We’re ready for ya.” Said a Nurse leaning in through the doorway. “Oh, god…” I muttered quietly to myself. As they wheeled me into the operating room I prayed repeatedly for this all just to be a dream. And when I wake up, Oliver will be waiting on the pillow beside me like always. I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them quickly. Nothing, I was still getting wheeled into the operating room. They put a mask over my face then I blacked out. As I slowly shoved my eyelids back up, I saw everyone crowded around me. “Wha…?” I managed to say quietly. “It’s alive!” Justin shouted. “MUHAHAHA!!! I’ve done it! IT’S ALIVE!!!” I played along and raised my hands up in the air and sat up, then grunted. I noticed that the wrist I broke was really hot and stiff. There was a bright white cast with what felt like a sock under it. It was heavy. Almost like some sort of club. Cool, now if Justin is being an idiot I can just club him over the head. That’ll make him shut up. “How are you sweetie?” mom asked. “Okay, tired.” I say softly. The nurse walked in and said. “Visiting hours are now over, we now ask everyone to leave. “We’ll see you tomorrow nick.” Dad said as they walked out. “Get some sleep, you have school tomorrow.” 6 Let’s try this again. I open my eyes and all I see the blur of my cat. “Meow…” “And good morning to you Oliver. How did I get here?” I ask. “Merow.” Confused I run downstairs to see mom cooking more waffles. “Mom! Dad! How did I get here? Wasn’t I at the hospital?” “Calm down Nick” Said dad lowering his newspaper. “I took you home from the hospital at like five this morning. You were asleep.” “Oh, okay.” I say. “Sit down and have some waffles.” Mom said with a smile as usual. “No thanks, im not all that hungry.” “Okay.” I turn and look at the clock and its 7:45. “I’m going to go to school now.” I say as I pick up my backpack and skateboard. “Alright, have a nice day!” mom yells from the kitchen. I tried to open the door with my casted hand but I have the cast as a boxer break cast o everything is awkward now. I managed to get it open but it tripped up everything. As I roll down the street towards the school, several busses roll by. “Great, more people.” I mutter. I kicked up my board before I opened the doors to the school. As I head towards my locker, I hear some one calling my name. I look over and what do you know? It’s Justin, walking over with a big stupid grin on his face. “I want to be the first one to sign your cast dude. Look, I even have my own sharpie!” he said holding out the pen. “That’s great, get it over with.” I say as I stick out my hand. When he finished, I looked at my cast and along the bottom edge, it said ‘broken hands suck.’ “Oh, ya, real creative.” I stated. Then there was the loud ring of the bell. “Alright, see you at lunch!” Justin yells. “Later dude!” I yell back. I Walk into science and there was a new girl sitting in my spot. She was different, a freak like me. She was wearing black Goth boots, short black hair tipped bright blue, black leather gloves with the fingers cut off and black jeans with some holes and finally a black long sleeved shirt. she has a white bandana across one boot and a red bandana tied around the opposite wrist. She has vibrant green eyes and a lip ring. God she’s beautiful. “Umm…Hi…” I muttered. God I sound stupid. She must think im an idiot… “Hey, you need something?” she asked im a soft sweet voice. “No, umm… but you’re sitting in my seat. He-he.” I shyly said. “Oh! Sorry, I’m kind of new here. Just moved here from the states.” She said as she went to pick up her stuff. “Oh, no, no. Stay here, I’ll move.” I said waving my free arm. A.K.A my broken hand. “Holy crud, what happened? Did ya get into a fight or something?” she asked leaning in to get a better look at my bright white cast. “Sort of.” I say. “Can I sign it?” she asked pulling out a blue sharpie. “Err… sure, go for it. She bit off the cap and started writing. I could feel it under my cast but I couldn’t make out what she was writing. “There.” She said returning the sharpie to her bag. Just then Mr. McRogers, the science teacher, walked in. “Alright, see you later…umm…?” “Nick.” “see ya Nick.” She winked. I then went to the open desk beside her. I don’t know why, I just did. I then remembered that she wrote on my cast. Wonder what she wrote? I lifted up me arm and scanned my cast for the blue ink. And there it was, I read it and my heart jumped into my thought. “Oh, my god. No freaking way!” I muttered quietly to myself. “And what is element number one on the periodic table Nick?” Mr. McRogers asked. I love science I’m literally getting 95 percents. Without even looking up because I’m so thrilled with what she wrote, I quickly said, “Hydrogen is number one on the periodic table because it only has one proton.” I look up and the whole class is looking at me like ‘holy crap, dude.’ “We haven’t even looked at the periodic table yet, that’s why we’re talking about the basic eleven elements now, but, umm… very impressive nick.” Said Mr. McRogers. Anyway, back to the amazing thing. She wrote ‘289-334-6676 call me ;) –Jessica’ I then immediately struggle to get my phone out of my pocket. I really should wait until the end of first period to enter her number. Because at Grace High, cell phones are a big no, no. you get caught with one ringing in class, oh, say goodbye to it for at least three days. Get caught again you’re suspended for I don’t know how long and no more phones again. I’m so pumped up that I really don’t care. So, here goes nothing. I Entered the phone number and no one noticed, thank god. Not even Kai Turner noticed. And that’s impressive. This kid is Probly the biggest snitch ever. When he asks to go to the restroom or get a drink of water, he really prowls the halls looking for skippers and people without hall passes. No one likes him, he’s just the damn weasel to everyone. Ha-ha never mind. I do that some times, just wander off into a random train of thought. Kind of what I am doing right now. Lost in my train of thought I am oblivious to the fact that the teacher is telling everyone to pack up. What finally snapped me out of my trance was the loud ring of the school bell. I Shot up scrambling to pack up everything. Luckily all I have to do to get to French was walk across the hall. I got out my phone with a little less trouble this time and texted Jessica my phone number. Just after I sat down in French I felt my phone start to violently vibrate. I took it out and it was a reply from Jessica. She asked what lunch I had and I told her it was third. A few minuets later I found out her lunch was the same. “Okay class! How is everyone today?” Asked the teacher. I Hate this part. “Good Madam Isaac!” Everyone except me replied at the same time. Uggh, we’re not in kindergarten anymore. The worst part of it is, Justin is in my class! He should know better. But, as we all know, beggars can’t be choosers and everyone in the school except Justin and smokin’ hot Jessica, are a bunch of pea brained, self absorbent, ‘Everyone is lame but me, I’m the center of the universe,’ PREP! See, there are four major ‘classifications’ in my school. To make things a hell of a lot easier for you, I’ll list and explain them from order of largest to smallest. Well, lets see here, first off the bat we have the Preps or Jocks if you’re a guy. Now I know what you’re thinking, ‘Girls can be jocks too.’ And yes, they can, but here at my school, all the girls do is spend about 5 hours a day sitting in front of a mirror staring at their skin scanning for the slightest zit. They don’t play any sports because they have their noses burned into a fashion magazine trying to become as skinny as possible. Which if starving yourself is cool, well, I’m glad I’m not a prep. Anyway Jocks are the male counterpart of the Preps. They are the typical ‘image’ of a jock. They are buff, and they are the bullies. Next up to the plate are the Posers! God, I HATE Posers. They follow around the preps and jocks pretending to actually be someone. Say they are posing a jock they will wear the same things; try to play the same sports as he or she does. And the list goes on and on. Long story incredibly short, they’re the slaves of the jocks or preps or whatever. Third are the Nerds. Now I know I don’t have to say much but for all you ‘incapable’ of understanding. They are people who talk in acronyms and play World of Warcraft and are in the Math club, physics club and the science club. Example I heard Greg and his Brother Mark talking about ‘Wow’ as they call it. “O-M-G! Did you see that leet Epic mount I bought for 200g?” Says Mark. Then his brother says,”L-O-L! Whoever the Frick sold you that were a tot NOOB LOLOLOLOL” and I’m thinking really? Are you kidding? And finally, There’s the Freaks. A.K.A Me, Justin and Jessica.
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xxthefreakxx added this comment 2009-02-05 17:38:52-06:00
wow...all i can say is wow but thx
lizzalay added this comment 2009-02-05 17:22:20-06:00
ohh....it's a book....loll i had no idea what u were talkin bout gotcha!...thats cool x3
brin added this comment 2009-02-05 16:59:04-06:00
really cool (sadly im on my laptop so i cant scroll) good glog
xxthefreakxx added this comment 2009-02-04 20:18:30-06:00
The first four pages of my book please post a comment!
emo123boy added this comment 2009-03-28 19:59:52-05:00
LOLz sweet!
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xxthefreakxx added this comment 2009-02-05 17:38:52-06:00
wow...all i can say is wow but thx
lizzalay added this comment 2009-02-05 17:22:20-06:00
ohh....it's a book....loll i had no idea what u were talkin bout gotcha!...thats cool x3
brin added this comment 2009-02-05 16:59:04-06:00
really cool (sadly im on my laptop so i cant scroll) good glog
xxthefreakxx added this comment 2009-02-04 20:18:30-06:00
The first four pages of my book please post a comment!
emo123boy added this comment 2009-03-28 19:59:52-05:00
LOLz sweet!
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