Okay, I know what you're thinking. I haven't updated because of school. Well, that's not it. I almost never have homework. So now you're probably wondering why I haven't updated. Well, here's the story. First, it was writer's block. Then, I got an idea. I started writing. Then I got stuck. Then, I wrote a little bit more. Then, I got caught up with the excitment of our new five month old kitten we got last week. Then, I sat down and started writing tonight, and as I wrote, I got ideas. And then I finished the chapter. This is the first time I wrote the beginning author's note after I wrote the chapter. Anyway, I would like to thank you all for being so patient, and for not getting out your pitch forks (you don't have them out, right?). I would also like to thank lovingSkipper, , TanabiRocks426, Music4eva1414, PerryRocks, CayennePeppr, penguinsrcutexoxo, and Viviskilener4ever for reviewing! Okay, enough of the longest footnote in history, I present to you, the long awaited chapter twenty nine!
The Lives Of Sixth Grade Military Boys
Chapter Twenty Nine: In Love, But Leaving
The next day was Tuesday. Everyone was excited because there was only two days left of school. The teachers had sent a few students each to clean out their lockers, so the hallways wouldn't be too crowded. Kowalski was currently trying to think up a some what organized plan to get the numerous things that had collected in his locker over the year into his backpack, when a voice behind him spoke up.
"Hi, Kowalski," Doris said, surprising the boy enough to bang his head, which was currently in his locker.
"Ow!" Kowalski exclaimed, pulling his head out of his locker.
"Sorry," Doris apoligized, as Kowalski rubbed his stinging head.
"It's fine," the boy assured, as he removed his hands from his head. "You just, startled me, that's all. What are you doing over here? The odds of you having much of anything in your locker are, um, very low."
"I only started school yesterday. Why bother putting anything in if I'm just going to take it out the next day?" Doris asked. "I still don't get why I have to start school now. By the time Marlene, Molly, Maddie, and I started, there was only a week left."
"I know," Kowalski stuttered out. In his mind, he was silently hoping she hadn't overheard the conversation he had with Rico at the library last Monday.
As Kowalski thought this, Doris wondered if he knew she had listened in to the disscusion he had with Rico.
The two stood in awkward scilence for a while, the sounds of others in the hallway completly tuned out. Kowalski was thinking (when is he not?). This was the first time he thought he might really be in love.
Doris smiled at Kowalski. He smiled back. They didn't have to say anything. They knew that they were both thinking the same thing. Kowalski could see it in Doris's emerald green eyes, that she liked him, as she could see the same thing in his ocean blue eyes.
"Hey!" The now pleasant scilence was broken by Skipper. "Uh, am I interupting something?"
"Uh, no," Kowalski stuttered, embarressed, and wondering how long he and Doris had been standing there.
"Good, because I need to talk to you." Skipper said, dragging his friend down the hall.
Doris sighed and smiled as her love interest was dragged down the hall. Maddie came up behind her.
"You like him, and he likes you." she said quietly, as not to surprise her friend.
"I know!" Doris squealed, grabbing Maddie's shoulders. "Can you believe it!"
"Yeah," Maddie said, though kind of trailing off. She looked down the hall. She could see her love interest, Private, digging through his locker, in order to, well, clean it out. 'Even with his head in his locker, he looks so cute,' Maddie thought. Doris saw Maddie staring at Private. She put her hand on her shoulder.
"Listen, you two are perfect for each other, you're both sweet, and caring, and everything. Just go talk to him," she urged, lighty pushing Maddie towards Private.
"Okay, okay, I'll do it," Maddie said nervously, as she made her way over to Private.
Doris shook her head. Maddie could just be such a nervous wreck sometimes. She came back a few minutes later, smiling. "Well, what happened?"
Maddie sighed. "The dreamy look on my face doesn't answer your question?"
"Sorry," Doris said, giggling. "So it went well?"
"Well? Try fantastic! He is SO sweet and nice and amazing!" Maddie exclaimed.
Meanwhile, Skipper had dragged Kowalski into the boys room.
"What's this about?" Kowalski asked, as Skipper looked around to make sure no one was there.
"Well, I just seemed to recall that, oh yeah, I'M BEING SHIPPED OUT TO SOME MILITARY ACADEMY FOR THE WHOLE SUMMER IN TWO DAYS!" Skipper almost screamed at him.
"Well, why? We stopped hanging out in the alley, you havn't yelled at Julien in three weeks, and you've kept your room clean." Kowalski said. "You have kept your room clean, right?"
"Yes!" Skipper exclaimed. "That's what I told my dad this morning, but he said he's not changing his mind."
"What are we gonna do?" Kowalski asked.
Skipper sighed. "I don't know. I didn't really believe it was gonna happen until today."
The two boys left the bathroom, and went to do what they were out in the hallway for: clean out their lockers. Skipper dialed his combination slowly, to depressed to really want to get it over with. His locker opened, and he began stuffing things into his backpack, ever so slowly. He was working so slowly, that he didn't jump when someone tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around, and was suddenly face to face with Marlene.
"Oh, Marlene, hi!" Skipper stuttered, now no longer depressed, but very nervous. "What are you doing here?"
"In case you've forgotten, I go to this school," Marlene replied, grinning.
"Oh, I meant why are you in this certian spot of the school?" Skipper said.
"Well, the teacher sent us out to clean our lockers, and since there's really nothing in my locker, I thought I'd come see you."
"Oh, great," Skipper said, sighing.
"Skipper, is something wrong?" Marlene asked, now looking concerned.
Skipper paused. "No," he said. "Nothing's wrong. Nothing's wrong at all. Why would you think something's wrong?"
"You're stuttering," Marlene pointed out.
Skipper sighed. "Okay, you caught me. Something is wrong."
"Tell me. Please?" Marlene asked, using the sweetest voice she had.
"That is classified buisness, that I will not tell you." Skipper said, smirking.
"C'mon, tell me!" Marlene squealed.
"Fine, you've convinced me." Skipper gave in. "I'll tell you." He sighed. "My dad is sending me out to a military academy for the whole summer the day after school ends."
Marlene gasped. "Why?"
"Because I'm not 'discaplined' enough for his liking." Skipper replied.
"Oh," Marlene breathed out. "I'm so sorry. Have you tried to change his mind?"
"Yes, he won't crack. You wouldn't have a hammer would you?" Skipper joked.
Marlene giggled. "Bye." she said, heading back towards her homeroom. Skipper sighed. He had wanted to get to know her this summer. Oh well. He learned that she was a sweet girl, with a sense of humor. That was good enough for him, at least for now.
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