My Awesome Life

Sometime in my life I had learned that 1 plus 2 equals 3 but somewhere in the confusion I was coming up with 4.

            “Didn’t he…” Janice began.

            “…Most definitely ask for my number then asked Morgan out?” I finished. “Yup.”

            “What a trash bag!” she exclaimed.

            I was too exhausted from the weed pulling I had done that day to care anymore. Not only was my back killing me but my skin felt like a hot burner from hours in the sun.

            “I’m going to sleep now Janice, okay?”

            “But, what, I…” she trailed off.

            Taking the steps painfully slow, I walked toward my room. Nothing would interrupt my zombie-like sleep tonight. Even boys like Evan who thought they had the world eating out of the palm of his hand couldn’t keep that from me. Or so I thought.

I could tell something was wrong when my whole body started shaking. Sure there was an earthquake I threw my covers off me as I sat straight up in bed. Muffled noises beneath the duvet indicated what had caused the tremors.

“What are you doing!” Janice struggled to detangle herself from my three plush blankets.

“I thought there was an earthquake,” I sheepishly replied.

Janice giggled then recovered a sober face quickly, “Morgan hasn’t come back yet.”

My bleary eyes squinted in the dark, “Janice, it’s only 12:05. I’m sure she’ll be back any…” We heard the front door slam shut and the lock click into place as I gave Janice an “I told you” look. She sighed and walked into the hallway in her rubber ducky pajamas her grandmother had made her.

“You’re late…” she began lecturing.
            “I know.”

“Well do you want to talk about it?”

Morgan sighed, “Janice, there is nothing to talk about. Really. Now go to bed while you still can. I’m sure you’ll have enough teenagers to practice on in a few years yourself.”

“Well, I have never!” stammered Janice.

I sighed and turned to wrap the blankets around me once again as I faced the wall. Morgan was not in a mood for a lecture and my achy body screamed for more rest. Morgan cracked open the door and slid in quickly before too much light entered in. Good, I thought, at least she has the decency to let me rest a little after tricking me into pulling weeds at her grandmother’s house all day.

As I contemplated the pain in my rear end and other tight muscles, I noticed that my breathing wasn’t the only strange sound in the room. Through the dark I saw Morgan on the edge of her bed, little sobs shaking her body.

Not feeling sympathy I breathed out a large gust of air and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, I didn’t know you were still up.”

“You came in after curfew. Janice got me up.”

“Oooo.” The sobs started again.

Now really alarmed, I pushed myself up in bed and asked again what the matter was.