Skeeter's Story
By: IcyJade2007
Chapter Eleven: Whatever's Ment to be Will Work Out Perfectly.
"Ha ha, thanks for the chocolate cupcake, Skeeter."
"No problem, you deserve it." I reply and finish off my red velvet cupcake. Any extra money we have, we can spend. Like, our food coupons are worth ten dollars. If we don't use all of the coupons, we can trade them at Kermit's desk for cold hard cash. I didn't use ten of my coupons (lunch is just a waste of time), so I got one hundred big ones!
I bump Mari up and she holds onto my neck tighter. "And thanks for letting me ride on your shoulders."
"Haha, again no problem." I laugh as she wraps her legs around my neck. Mari says, "Yeah. Back in daycare, a lot of couples wanted me. I didn't want them, because I had a home."
"But, Mari she was awful to you-"
"Yeah, I guess, but she is my mom. And I knew, deep down that she loved me. After all, Mommy didn't leave me there!"
I force a laugh. The real reason Lis didn't leave her at the Boarding House was because it was against the causticity contract to leave her there. Sick-o.
But why did Lis keep poor Mari if she didn't want her? Why didn't Lis leave Mari with Lips? What does Lis have against Lips?
Mari grasps one of my curls and tosses her empty wrapper into a wastebasket next to us. "Yeah, I'm kinda' used to couples wanting me. A worker would say, 'She's not for sale.' They'd pick me up anyway, I'd give them a mean look, and if that didn't work I'd kick or insult them. I know it's not nice, but drastic times call for drastic measures!"
"As long as you don't do it at home!" I laugh and brush crumbs off my arms.
Home, ha, I didn't call it the Theater. Back with Dad, I just called it "our apartment." I guess I finally found a real home. I half smile, after all these years...
"No way! I love you guys!" she hugs my head. I grin.
"Thanks, kiddo. We love you, too."
"Haha! We're all one big family." She squeezes. "Skeeter, you're the closest thing I ever had to a real mother. I mean, Janice is a close second. She's more like my big sister, though. And Miss Piggy likes to treat me as a model. It's kind of fun, though."
"Aw, thanks Mari. And yeah, Piggy tried to do that to me too when we were three." I smile and Mari replies, "Welcome. Haha! I like it. It makes me feel like I'm a princess."
Ah yes, the princess and the pork.
The rest of the way, she told me about Lips and how he's the best Daddy ever.
As much I'm happy for Mari, I'm sad. She's lucky, heh, she knows her dad is safe. I sigh. I gotta calm down. I'll talk to Rowlf later. He always knows how to calm someone down.
Cars wiz by us as an old newspaper flies by. The headline: Car crash victim now recovering in St. Felicity's hospital.
"And so then, he said, 'After the show, we're going out and getting ice cream.' and then I said, 'Oh boy! I like chocolate.' and then he said, 'I like Pecan.' and then I said, 'Gross!' and then he said..."
I walk a little faster. Mari yells "Weeee!" as we walk into the building. She hops off my shoulders and runs to Backstage Right where Robin is seated next to a bunch of bean-bags. Sweetums picks one up and tosses it into a waste paper basket. "Com'on Mari!" he says, "We're playing 'Toss the Bean-Bag into a waste paper basket.' I just scored three points!" he holds up three fingers and waves her to come over. Mari laughs excitedly and runs faster down the stage.
I sit down on a step and Scooter sits down next to me.
"Hi, sis."
"Hi'ya, Scooter." I hold my head in my hands.
"Kemit's been lookin' for yah."
"Oh really?" I perk my eyebrows up, "What did he want?"
"Oh, something about tonight's show."
"Huh. I'll see him later."
"Anyway, sis, uh, Dad's alright." Scooter nods his head, "He's alright."
"How do you know? I think I'm just being paranoid..."
"'Cus, he wrote back." Scooter whips an envelope out of his jacket pocket. I smile, "Thanks, Scooter." And give him a hug. He hesitates, and his arms slowly wrap around me.
I let go after a while, and take the envelope and stuff it into my jeans. I smooth down my green button up blouse and say, "Hey, Scooter. How come I'm just 'sis' to you, not Skeeter?"
"Well, um," Scooter plays with his jacket zipper, "I still can believe your here."
"Scooter, it's been almost a month." I laugh.
"Yeah. I guess... Heh, I used to daydream about you being here. Almost every night. Now, that you're actually here, I dun'no, it's like a, dream come true. I just can't believe Skeeter's here. I know my sister's here, and I just... Dun'no."
I smile as I get the warm fuzzies. "Well, try saying it. I didn't believe I was here with my big brother at first. So, I told myself, 'I'm here with Scooter.' and I kinda believed it. Go on, try it!"
He laughs, hesitates and says, "Um... Ok Skeeter."
"Haha, there you go!" I bump him shoulder to shoulder and stand up.
"Skee-skeeter… Skeeter. I like it." He laughs and stands up. I've got a letter to read! Wait, one more thing...
"Do you think Pecan ice cream is gross?"
"No, I like it, too. Why?"
"Oh, just askin'."
I race to my dorm, whip open the door and slid into my in Sherpa swivel chair. I peel open the envelope and pull out the paper with shaky hands.
Dear Skeeter,
Oh my gosh, you don't know how happy I am to be in touch with you. Now, if flying monkeys take over the mailing system, we're screwed.
I snort. Oh God...
Anyway, *A-hem* not much is happening here, either. I work, and come home. Ha, it's too quiet around here without you. Bunsen and Beaker give good reports about you. You get along with the Muppets, all except Miss Piggy. Mind your manners, Skeeter.
I roll my eyes playfully.
Anyway, I would just like to say on December 17, I would you and Scooter to sit down and... talk.
I love and miss you, too (Tell your brother I miss him, too.) -Dad.
I sit back. Not even in writing will my father say his name. I sigh.
December seventeenth? What's so important...
Panic and sadness stab my heart with such force I'm blown back.
That's the day my mother died.
Author's Note: You know, I dout you people even read these annoying little notes, but hey I have to do them for the copyright stuff blah blah blah. So thanks to Ambygs123 who has been reading and reviewing almost every chapter of this saga.
Copyright- Chapter title: "Keep Holding On" by Avril Lavigne
I think the whole song describes this chapter and I think this whole story. Meh.
