Shane came up to me and poked a finger at a word, "Why does it say 'she's a tree in our hearts'?"
"I'm trying to say a crack, Shane, You know I have trouble with it…", I sighed.
"Still, it's about your mother, you should try a little harder"
I knew he was joking, but the "your my mother" subject was a little sensitive. She was dead. His was too, so he knew the pain. I saw him wince. I grabbed his arm, we looked to the lake and saw his mother's memorial, a statue of a young lady made of glass with waer spewing out of her palm to represent her hydrokinesis.
" Y'know," he said,"I feel I know her by heart, but I haven't met her."
" Same, my dad says that I remind him of her, and is in every way, her, except for my hair."
" Yah.", and he tousled my brown hair. We didn't know why it wasn't blond like Dad's or Mom's hair. We suspected my grandparents, who I don't know.
I snatched his hand and poked him in the side. He was ticklish. He tried to hide his giggle but a snort came out.
" Oh, You!", He shouted and tackled me, tickling me. I kept my balance on the bench, kicking, yelling and laughing. Finally he stopped to let me breath. He sat down next to me and said, "C'mon, I'll help you"
" What bout' your work?" (A/N Bad Slang, srry)
" Eh, it can wait"
" you come from a Family of goody-two-shoes and you're skipping homework?!"
" You come from a Family of trouble-makers and you're perfect!" He blushed after saying that. I ignored it.
"True"
…
" Dad!, I'm ho-EEK!" The hall was flooded in purple goop. " DAD!"
" HOME SO SOON!?" HE called from down the hall somewhere in the goop.
"I'm an hour late!"
"Well, um, uh.." he cleared his throat," Were in the world were you! You're just like me!"
" I was with Shane!"
" Shane, ey?"
" We were just studying…,"
"...And…?"
"...we planted a cracker bomb in Mr. Kay's office chair for making us write an essay about our moms."
"Good Girl!" he said as he appeared around the corner covered with green goop, "Uck! Purple! I HATE purple! Here, clean up the purple! Bye!" and he ran away, throwing a vacuum cleaner shaped like an elephant. Once I was done with this purple, I was going to kill him! And, um, ask what happened and how I could do i† to Ms. Galvin's to, um, show her how much I know about potions? NOT to get revenge for that 82%...
