Seeing as I have nothing interesting to say whatsoever, let's start right
on with the chapter. Of course, I suppose I could say some boring stuff...
I brushed my teeth last night with Colgate toothpaste, but we're almost out
of that, so tonight I'm going to use Crest. Neither of them have whitener
in them, but they have special cleaning stuff. I think they contain
phosphate. I dunno though. I don't even know what phosphate is exactly.
That's okay. It's summer, but I don't think I *ever* knew what it was. No
wait, I think my mom told me one time. Okay, anyways, now that I've talked
about nothing interesting, we can start:
One week. I wished it were one week left but unfortunately for us, it was only one week that had passed since we'd arrived. Not even one week of digging holes. Twenty-two meals. Seven nights. And only six holes. The only one of us who'd received their nickname was my dad, The Squash. X-ray told me it was because his beard made his head the shape of one. Now that I thought about it, it kinda did. I don't think my mom or brother particularly cared about having a nickname, but I really wanted one. Something cool. Oh well, all I could do was wait.
After digging for about five hours, it was finally lunch time. I don't know what they put in those graham crackers, or maybe it was something else, but I was really hyper after lunch. I started bouncing around, joking, digging with super speed, for about the next hour. Shortly after my spasm wore off, I felt like a slug. I looked around, most of the boys were doing pretty good on their hole, Zero was already climbing out and spitting in his. I climbed out of mine too, which was about five feet wide, but only about three feet deep. I collapsed outside my hole. And then I spazzed.
I like to call it the Richardson Twitch. All it is really is a huge shiver most of the Richardson's get every once in a while. My dad does it, my cousins do it, I do, Thomas doesn't yet, but I'm sure he will. This one was the biggest spasm I'd ever had though, usually they just shake my upper torso, but this one went from head to toe. After spazzing (which wasn't like a seizure or anything, it was just a huge twitch), I felt refreshed for some reason and climbed back into my hole and dug. Thomas was complaining, but that was nothing unusual, and within an hour and a half (at least that's what I'd guessed) I'd finished my seventh hole. I climbed out, most of the other boys, and my dad, were gone, only Caveman was left. I spat in my hole and turned to walk away.
"Hey, d'ya mind waiting? I'm almost done and I've never walked back with anyone before." I turned to see Caveman looking at me from inside his hole. I nodded, I was gonna say something, but my heart was all aflutter. I climbed in a hole next to his... it was shady in there. In a few minutes, he climbed out. He helped me out too. We walked back to camp in silence.
"Ladies first," he said as we neared the showers. "Not that you can tell the difference when everyone's covered with all this dirt," I replied. He laughed. I took my shower, and went to the wreck room where everyone else was, except The Squash, who hated all forms of social interaction. In a few minutes Caveman entered, and within the hour, so did my mom and brother.
At dinner, for the first time I sat away from my parents. "Is there any salt?" I asked hesitantly, not sure how the guys would react, especially if there wasn't any and Squid had only been joking when he told me that if you cover everything with salt you can't taste it. "Yo, someone pass Spaz the salt," yelled X-ray. I beamed. I had a nickname.
Okay, I couldn't help the Stanley thing. Whenever I write it turns into a romance. I'm really trying not to. But I can't help fantasize.... Lol. I know one of my reviewers said to make it a romance, so I'll just pretend I was compromising and throw in some pre-romance jazz, but it's NOT GOING TO BE A ROMANCE! Unless I bend under the pressure of my desires and pattern of writing. Eh heh.
One week. I wished it were one week left but unfortunately for us, it was only one week that had passed since we'd arrived. Not even one week of digging holes. Twenty-two meals. Seven nights. And only six holes. The only one of us who'd received their nickname was my dad, The Squash. X-ray told me it was because his beard made his head the shape of one. Now that I thought about it, it kinda did. I don't think my mom or brother particularly cared about having a nickname, but I really wanted one. Something cool. Oh well, all I could do was wait.
After digging for about five hours, it was finally lunch time. I don't know what they put in those graham crackers, or maybe it was something else, but I was really hyper after lunch. I started bouncing around, joking, digging with super speed, for about the next hour. Shortly after my spasm wore off, I felt like a slug. I looked around, most of the boys were doing pretty good on their hole, Zero was already climbing out and spitting in his. I climbed out of mine too, which was about five feet wide, but only about three feet deep. I collapsed outside my hole. And then I spazzed.
I like to call it the Richardson Twitch. All it is really is a huge shiver most of the Richardson's get every once in a while. My dad does it, my cousins do it, I do, Thomas doesn't yet, but I'm sure he will. This one was the biggest spasm I'd ever had though, usually they just shake my upper torso, but this one went from head to toe. After spazzing (which wasn't like a seizure or anything, it was just a huge twitch), I felt refreshed for some reason and climbed back into my hole and dug. Thomas was complaining, but that was nothing unusual, and within an hour and a half (at least that's what I'd guessed) I'd finished my seventh hole. I climbed out, most of the other boys, and my dad, were gone, only Caveman was left. I spat in my hole and turned to walk away.
"Hey, d'ya mind waiting? I'm almost done and I've never walked back with anyone before." I turned to see Caveman looking at me from inside his hole. I nodded, I was gonna say something, but my heart was all aflutter. I climbed in a hole next to his... it was shady in there. In a few minutes, he climbed out. He helped me out too. We walked back to camp in silence.
"Ladies first," he said as we neared the showers. "Not that you can tell the difference when everyone's covered with all this dirt," I replied. He laughed. I took my shower, and went to the wreck room where everyone else was, except The Squash, who hated all forms of social interaction. In a few minutes Caveman entered, and within the hour, so did my mom and brother.
At dinner, for the first time I sat away from my parents. "Is there any salt?" I asked hesitantly, not sure how the guys would react, especially if there wasn't any and Squid had only been joking when he told me that if you cover everything with salt you can't taste it. "Yo, someone pass Spaz the salt," yelled X-ray. I beamed. I had a nickname.
Okay, I couldn't help the Stanley thing. Whenever I write it turns into a romance. I'm really trying not to. But I can't help fantasize.... Lol. I know one of my reviewers said to make it a romance, so I'll just pretend I was compromising and throw in some pre-romance jazz, but it's NOT GOING TO BE A ROMANCE! Unless I bend under the pressure of my desires and pattern of writing. Eh heh.