Ouch.
Remind me to never get up again.
Jack's face is looming over me as I lie on my back.
"Race, you okay?"
"Do I look okay?" I raise my hand to shade my eyes from the sun.
"Uh. . .right. Anyways, I'm glad I got here in time. Spot says you was gonna jump."
Oh he did, did he?
"But my plan to leave this cruel, cruel world has been thwarted." I sigh dramatically.
I roll my head over to look at Spot. Did you know he turns kinda red when he's trying not to laugh?
"You want a hand Race?" Jack was smiling. I think. The sun is in my eyes.
"Who said I'm getting up?" I'm much safer if I just stay here on the ground. It's a lot harder to fall this way.
Jack never got a chance to answer 'cause as soon as he started Mush came running over. He took one look at me and stopped dead.
"What happened to you?" I guess I look pretty bad. Which is only fair, 'cause I feel pretty bad.
"I lost a bet." Jack offered his hand to me and I took it. Why, I have no idea.
Mush came over and tried to put my left arm over his shoulder. I held it close to my side.
"Other arm, Mush."
He looked at me funny, so in explanation I pulled the collar of my shirt open. The bruise stretched from the top of my shoulder to my collarbone. There's a bigger one on the top of my arm, right below my shoulder, but you can't see it 'cause of my sleeve. It hurt to move it.
"What happened?" Mush again.
"He missed my head." Well, it was true, but not because I dodged. Joe punched me and I started falling over so Mahoney hit my shoulder instead.
Mush threw my other arm around his shoulder, which was very helpful. It hurt a lot less to lean on him then it did to walk on my own.
"Mush, can I ask you somethin'?"
"Yeah, sure."
"What do you call the black-jacky things the bulls carry?" That's been bugging me since last night.
A confused look passed over Mush's face. "Ya know Race, I have no idea." He turned toward where Jack was yelling at Spot.
"You said he was gonna jump!"
"I said he looked like he was gonna jump. I never said he really was." Spot smirked.
"But-" Jack's response was cut off when Mush yelled to him.
"Hey Jack! What do you call the things that the bulls carry around. . . the sticks. . .and they hit ya with them?"
Jack looked at Mush funny. I suppose it was a funny question, and his wording hadn't really helped. He opened his mouth to answer, but Spot beat him to it.
"Nightsticks."
"Thanks."
Ah, my mind was now at peace.
"Why'd you wanna know?" Jack asked Mush, probably wondering why he had asked such a random question.
"Well, Race wanted to know."
"It was just buggin' me, that's all." Now Jack wasn't the only one who thought I was crazy.
Jack decided we should get back to the lodging house, so we set off.
"So, is he gonna bother you now that he knows where you are?" I knew Jack meant my uncle by 'he'. He was trying to not spread my past around. I appreciate that, even though I don't really care if Mush finds out.
"He's known where I was for a long time."
"How can you tell." Jack sounded worried. And from what I told him about my uncle he would be. For my sake.
Friends. Gotta love 'em.
"Well, you know those cookies we get every Christmas that are just left on the doorstep. The ones in the box with the red ribbon."
"Yeah. . ."
"My aunt's cooking."
So my uncle knew where I was. It didn't bother me. I knew he didn't want anything to do with me, and I didn't want anything to do with him.
When we got back to the lodging house I went upstairs to clean myself up. But first I admired myself in the mirror.
I had a bruise that took up about a third of my face. Very impressive. My lip was split in two places and I had a scrape on my forehead.
I washed the blood from my face carefully and went back downstairs. I sat down and the others gathered around me. I soon had a wonderful poker game going, but we all turned to look when we heard the door open.
What the hell is he doing here?
AN: Bwahaha. . .you'll just have to wait to find out who 'he' is. Guess. It's probably who you think it is. . . maybe. I'm sorry this part took so long. I was going to put it up yesterday, but then I decided to rewrite it because I didn't like the way it was before. It's kind of a transition chapter and I'll put up the next part as soon as I can. Remember, feedback is always welcome!
I have a couple questions to whoever reads this.
How old was Max Casella when he played Racetrack? I don't know what part of the year the movie was filmed during, so I don't know if his birthday was before or after (or during) the movie.
In Seize the Day, when "open the gates and seize the day, *repeat by group 2*, don't be afraid and don't delay, *repeat by group2*" is sung there's a guy in the second group who sings pretty high. And it doesn't really sound like a little kid singing. Does anyone know who he is? I call him soprano/falsetto man, but I'm sure he has a name. . .but falsetto man does have a nice ring to it.
Legs: I hope things get better for you. Race wouldn't smack you, he should smack the jerk who's making you sad.
Race: *hands Legs a tissue* Leave her alone or I'll soak ya, ya bum!
Jerk: *Flees in terror*
Race: Heya Legs.
From there on you can use your imagination *wink, wink* Anyways.thank you so much for reviewing! Luvsies!
Sapphy: Jack may seem like an idiot, but this time it wasn't really his fault. Well, not entirely. Thank you for the review! I feel so loved! And if your up to no good. . . just remember, Lesson for do-no-gooders #1: make sure you put on your ski mask so the eye holes are in the front.
Remind me to never get up again.
Jack's face is looming over me as I lie on my back.
"Race, you okay?"
"Do I look okay?" I raise my hand to shade my eyes from the sun.
"Uh. . .right. Anyways, I'm glad I got here in time. Spot says you was gonna jump."
Oh he did, did he?
"But my plan to leave this cruel, cruel world has been thwarted." I sigh dramatically.
I roll my head over to look at Spot. Did you know he turns kinda red when he's trying not to laugh?
"You want a hand Race?" Jack was smiling. I think. The sun is in my eyes.
"Who said I'm getting up?" I'm much safer if I just stay here on the ground. It's a lot harder to fall this way.
Jack never got a chance to answer 'cause as soon as he started Mush came running over. He took one look at me and stopped dead.
"What happened to you?" I guess I look pretty bad. Which is only fair, 'cause I feel pretty bad.
"I lost a bet." Jack offered his hand to me and I took it. Why, I have no idea.
Mush came over and tried to put my left arm over his shoulder. I held it close to my side.
"Other arm, Mush."
He looked at me funny, so in explanation I pulled the collar of my shirt open. The bruise stretched from the top of my shoulder to my collarbone. There's a bigger one on the top of my arm, right below my shoulder, but you can't see it 'cause of my sleeve. It hurt to move it.
"What happened?" Mush again.
"He missed my head." Well, it was true, but not because I dodged. Joe punched me and I started falling over so Mahoney hit my shoulder instead.
Mush threw my other arm around his shoulder, which was very helpful. It hurt a lot less to lean on him then it did to walk on my own.
"Mush, can I ask you somethin'?"
"Yeah, sure."
"What do you call the black-jacky things the bulls carry?" That's been bugging me since last night.
A confused look passed over Mush's face. "Ya know Race, I have no idea." He turned toward where Jack was yelling at Spot.
"You said he was gonna jump!"
"I said he looked like he was gonna jump. I never said he really was." Spot smirked.
"But-" Jack's response was cut off when Mush yelled to him.
"Hey Jack! What do you call the things that the bulls carry around. . . the sticks. . .and they hit ya with them?"
Jack looked at Mush funny. I suppose it was a funny question, and his wording hadn't really helped. He opened his mouth to answer, but Spot beat him to it.
"Nightsticks."
"Thanks."
Ah, my mind was now at peace.
"Why'd you wanna know?" Jack asked Mush, probably wondering why he had asked such a random question.
"Well, Race wanted to know."
"It was just buggin' me, that's all." Now Jack wasn't the only one who thought I was crazy.
Jack decided we should get back to the lodging house, so we set off.
"So, is he gonna bother you now that he knows where you are?" I knew Jack meant my uncle by 'he'. He was trying to not spread my past around. I appreciate that, even though I don't really care if Mush finds out.
"He's known where I was for a long time."
"How can you tell." Jack sounded worried. And from what I told him about my uncle he would be. For my sake.
Friends. Gotta love 'em.
"Well, you know those cookies we get every Christmas that are just left on the doorstep. The ones in the box with the red ribbon."
"Yeah. . ."
"My aunt's cooking."
So my uncle knew where I was. It didn't bother me. I knew he didn't want anything to do with me, and I didn't want anything to do with him.
When we got back to the lodging house I went upstairs to clean myself up. But first I admired myself in the mirror.
I had a bruise that took up about a third of my face. Very impressive. My lip was split in two places and I had a scrape on my forehead.
I washed the blood from my face carefully and went back downstairs. I sat down and the others gathered around me. I soon had a wonderful poker game going, but we all turned to look when we heard the door open.
What the hell is he doing here?
AN: Bwahaha. . .you'll just have to wait to find out who 'he' is. Guess. It's probably who you think it is. . . maybe. I'm sorry this part took so long. I was going to put it up yesterday, but then I decided to rewrite it because I didn't like the way it was before. It's kind of a transition chapter and I'll put up the next part as soon as I can. Remember, feedback is always welcome!
I have a couple questions to whoever reads this.
How old was Max Casella when he played Racetrack? I don't know what part of the year the movie was filmed during, so I don't know if his birthday was before or after (or during) the movie.
In Seize the Day, when "open the gates and seize the day, *repeat by group 2*, don't be afraid and don't delay, *repeat by group2*" is sung there's a guy in the second group who sings pretty high. And it doesn't really sound like a little kid singing. Does anyone know who he is? I call him soprano/falsetto man, but I'm sure he has a name. . .but falsetto man does have a nice ring to it.
Legs: I hope things get better for you. Race wouldn't smack you, he should smack the jerk who's making you sad.
Race: *hands Legs a tissue* Leave her alone or I'll soak ya, ya bum!
Jerk: *Flees in terror*
Race: Heya Legs.
From there on you can use your imagination *wink, wink* Anyways.thank you so much for reviewing! Luvsies!
Sapphy: Jack may seem like an idiot, but this time it wasn't really his fault. Well, not entirely. Thank you for the review! I feel so loved! And if your up to no good. . . just remember, Lesson for do-no-gooders #1: make sure you put on your ski mask so the eye holes are in the front.