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If These Walls Could Talk
"And he's cute and I want to keep him all for myself, but the girls won't let me have him. They say I have A.D.D. but I don't have A.D.D. do you think I have A.D.D.? I don't wanna have A.D.D. is that a disease? If it is, is there a cure? If there's a cure, can it cure me?" Jenn rambled on to her brother, Matt.
"That's what cures do, Jenn. They cure people." Matt said, annoyed with her already.
"That's funny." Jenn said, finally making her point in less than three paragraphs.
"What is?"
"Words that mean what they are. Like cure. Cures cure people and oranges are orange. I like oranges, do you Matt? Jeff's allergic. Is there a cure that can cure him so he can eat orange oranges?" Jenn asked.
"I don't know."
"Well you must find out Matt, I don't want Jeff to miss out on the delicious orange oranges while we have fun eating them. That would be awful mean. You know what else is awful mean? Rain. Rain is supposed to help plants so they can drink water and live, but instead sometimes it gives the little plants too much water and the little plants die. Then they can't grow into big gigantic orange trees. Then there will be no orange oranges and then we can't have any… which is okay, because Jeff can't, either, so he won't be alone. I hate being alone. So we should all stick together."
"Yeah."
"Anyway, more on Brad –"
"NO MORE ON BRAD!" Matt yelled, cutting her off. "You have me up to here with Brad." Matt said.
"Up to where?" Jenn asked.
Matt felt stupid. He slowly raised his hand to the top of his head. Jenn giggled, nodded and left.
Is that all it takes to get her to shut up? Matt wondered.
Jenn skipped down the hall and bumped into Brad, who was still wearing the mop on his head.
"Sorry, miss, I didn't mean to bump into you. I'm not that kind of person to just bump into people like that. I think it's awful rude. Do you think I'm awful rude? I'm so sorry." Jenn said.
"Um…" Brad mumbled in his high pitched voice.
Jenn stared at him.
He quickly walked away.
"Wait!" Jenn shouted.
Brad turned around.
"What's your name? Maybe we can hang out and share secrets and eat Oreo's and get to become lifelong friends. I'm Jenn Hardy, Matt and Jeff's little sister."
"I'm Brad…ianne." Brad muttered nervously.
"Bradianne? Bradianne is a very…er… very…" For the first ever, Jenn Hardy was speechless. "Very…um… very different name. But it's okay; we're all very different people. I'm just like my brothers, though. Like Jeff, I like to jump off of things and dye my hair and like Matt, I love wrestling and I never get tired of it. I can't train until I'm eighteen though. Which is only three years away." Jenn said.
"That's nice, Jenn, bye." Brad said, walking away.
"Bye Bradianne! See you later!" Jenn said, running away.
She had a very stupid run. She looked like she was trying to fly, trying to kick, trying to half run and half walk, and trying to skip all at the same time.
She saw Tracy down the hall. She was staring at a wall.
"Well?" Tracy asked the wall.
Jenn stared at her. "Why are you talking to the wall? You look crazy. I know you're not crazy, but other people might think you're crazy, so you should stop talking to the wall." Jenn said.
"Well, I heard Shane tell Lisa, 'if these walls could talk…' and now they won't talk to me." Tracy said, looking upset.
"Shane said if these walls could talk. So that means they can't. And if they could, they would probably have a lot to say. That's what he meant. It was a figure of speech, so don't be upset at the wall; it's awful mean. Gotta run!" Jenn said, running her stupid run again.
"Oh… well that's what I get for ears-dropping." Tracy mumbled.
