Part Eight:
But Father and Mama didn't say anything to me the next day. Huh. I was
very confused, and freaking out.
At school the next day, I hung out with Paige and Hazel. They took my
mind off my problems with the upcoming game. The last game of the season
was that afternoon. I'd lied to my father a few days before and told him
I had to stay afterschool to help my French teacher with something.
"I can't wait to try out the new cheers," Paige gushed. "I think we
really have them down. Manny, you think you're ready to do your big
cheer again."
"Yeah," I said. I remembered the last game we'd done it at. I was so
happy, with everyone cheering as the rest of the Spirit Squad held me up.
Now, I was about seven pounds lighter then at that game two weeks before.
I was definately ready.
"I spoke to Mr. Raditch to let us all out of our last classes early,"
Paige went on. "For our, um, special preperations. We'll just work on our
hair and nails." The three of us laughed.
I didn't talk to Emma all day. I hung out with J.T. and Toby, who told
me how miserable they'd been at lunch with Emma. "She's in this rage all
the time," Toby said.
"Let us sit with you!" J.T. suggested. "I can eat lunch with Paige..." Oh,
God, wasn't he over her yet? But then again, he and Spinner HAD kicked Dean's
ass. Maybe she wouldn't mind...then Emma would be all alone!
At lunch, I didn't ask Paige to let J.T. and Toby sit with us. She asked
me, as soon as I sat down, "Did Emma get you in trouble or something?"
"Huh?"
"I heard that Emma told Raditch something about you...like, you weren't
eatting or something. It's going around the whole school. Everyone is, like,
so mad at her."
"Really?" I smiled. "Yeah, my parents were up my ass about it."
"Come on." She, Hazel, and I got up. Paige led us over to where Emma sat
by herself (who knows where Toby and J.T. went off to). "So, tree hugger,"
she said. "We hear that you're talking crap about Manny."
"Why did you tell Mr. Raditch that I wasn't eatting lunch?" I demanded.
"That was so not cool."
"Yeah, like starving yourself is!" Emma exclaimed.
"Oh, shut up, Emma," I said. "Like I said, you're just jealous that I'm
popular and you have no friends because of your BIG FAT MOUTH."
Emma stood up. "Don't expect me to go to your funeral." And she left.
Paige seemed satisfied that we'd told one of her least favorite people
off, and we sat back down.
"Don't expect me to go to your funeral." That's what someone said in
"Wasted": the girl's friend at boarding school said it. And she'd been
right. Was Emma?
No, I thought quickly. I'm finally freeing myself of her. She can't control
me anymore.
I basically figured that our friendship was over.
Read and review, thanks!
But Father and Mama didn't say anything to me the next day. Huh. I was
very confused, and freaking out.
At school the next day, I hung out with Paige and Hazel. They took my
mind off my problems with the upcoming game. The last game of the season
was that afternoon. I'd lied to my father a few days before and told him
I had to stay afterschool to help my French teacher with something.
"I can't wait to try out the new cheers," Paige gushed. "I think we
really have them down. Manny, you think you're ready to do your big
cheer again."
"Yeah," I said. I remembered the last game we'd done it at. I was so
happy, with everyone cheering as the rest of the Spirit Squad held me up.
Now, I was about seven pounds lighter then at that game two weeks before.
I was definately ready.
"I spoke to Mr. Raditch to let us all out of our last classes early,"
Paige went on. "For our, um, special preperations. We'll just work on our
hair and nails." The three of us laughed.
I didn't talk to Emma all day. I hung out with J.T. and Toby, who told
me how miserable they'd been at lunch with Emma. "She's in this rage all
the time," Toby said.
"Let us sit with you!" J.T. suggested. "I can eat lunch with Paige..." Oh,
God, wasn't he over her yet? But then again, he and Spinner HAD kicked Dean's
ass. Maybe she wouldn't mind...then Emma would be all alone!
At lunch, I didn't ask Paige to let J.T. and Toby sit with us. She asked
me, as soon as I sat down, "Did Emma get you in trouble or something?"
"Huh?"
"I heard that Emma told Raditch something about you...like, you weren't
eatting or something. It's going around the whole school. Everyone is, like,
so mad at her."
"Really?" I smiled. "Yeah, my parents were up my ass about it."
"Come on." She, Hazel, and I got up. Paige led us over to where Emma sat
by herself (who knows where Toby and J.T. went off to). "So, tree hugger,"
she said. "We hear that you're talking crap about Manny."
"Why did you tell Mr. Raditch that I wasn't eatting lunch?" I demanded.
"That was so not cool."
"Yeah, like starving yourself is!" Emma exclaimed.
"Oh, shut up, Emma," I said. "Like I said, you're just jealous that I'm
popular and you have no friends because of your BIG FAT MOUTH."
Emma stood up. "Don't expect me to go to your funeral." And she left.
Paige seemed satisfied that we'd told one of her least favorite people
off, and we sat back down.
"Don't expect me to go to your funeral." That's what someone said in
"Wasted": the girl's friend at boarding school said it. And she'd been
right. Was Emma?
No, I thought quickly. I'm finally freeing myself of her. She can't control
me anymore.
I basically figured that our friendship was over.
Read and review, thanks!