Katie Sank down 5 feet in her chair making a Creative Design around the
lyrics of a Metallica song she loved:
So close; No matter how far Couldn't be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters
She began writing out the lyrics to Jonathan Richman's "Roadrunner", which is arguably one of the first punk songs , but was pissed off and tired because of the heat and humidity. All she needed was her hair pulled. She turned around to the spiky-haired punk behind her.
"Goddamit Freddy, quit it", she said with a pleading look. "I'm not in the mood".
Freddy put on a fake excited look. "Wait – so you were every other time I did it!?"
"Not funny. I'm just not in the mood to slap you upside the face today".
"Oh Kaitlin", he began, making sarcastic faces. "It's so kind of you to sustain from slapping me...!"
"How about YOU, Katie?"
Katie turned around to Ms. Dunham
"I'm going to agree with Summer, Ms. Dunham", Katie replied folding her hands on the desk.
Katie knew by now to half-listen to what was going on. It wasn't worth it to receive a phone-call home, have her parents come down to school for a meeting , hear the "Importance of Academics" speech , and above all get her seat changed away from the boy who took her heart away.
"Nice one, Slick", Freddie said as he put his arm around his chair and put his leg out into the aisle.
Katie didn't say anything. Almost.
"I'm not slick , I just don't have ADD. I can talk AND listen, you know", she said turning around with a pissed-off look. She hooked her hand onto her chair, waiting for a response.
"Ouch , that hit me right...here", Freddie said putting his hand over his heart and slanting his head up to the ceiling, as if pleading for God's help. "But it bounced off my chest of steel", Freddy began , looking at Katie, "And hit you right .. There", and he touched Katie's nose and looked at Ms. Dunham to proceed to pretending to pay attention.
Katie smiled and turned around. Even the smallest touch of Freddy's finger gave her the chills. Suddenly the heat didn't bother her.
RRRRIIINNNGGGG
The bell rang and Katie woke up from her fantasyland. It was the last period of the day. She could go home. Finally.
Keyword: Could
...For, she COULD always go to Freddy's.
Just two weeks after the battle of the bands, Ms. Dunham was back from the hospital, only to return for that one Friday and have to return on Monday.
Katie swung her Horace Green bag across her chest; and her destination: walk slowly to the front of the room to exit, and hope Freddy stops her.
"Freeze Slick", she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"You have two choices. One, I walk you home, or two, you come to my house and we chill for a while", Freddy Jones said in a jokingly demanding voice. He smiled and broke his hard face. "No really, what are you doing for the rest of the day?"
"Nothing...", She said, expecting Freddy to decide where their destination was for the day.
"Then lets to go mi casa. We'll stop at your house along the way so you can change". He looked at her for an okay, and when she nodded, he took his hand off her shoulder and dragged her by her upper arm out of the classroom and busy hallways.
"Warm weather sucks", Freddy said sluggishly walking. "I stick to my seat and it makes most people smell bad. And I like my sweatshirts. And I can't skateboard. Christ it's just stupid."
"They're opening an indoor park on 20th and 4th", Katie began in reference to his skateboarding comment. "It's supposed to be huge, it'll be hidden off in the middle of the block behind the car repair station".
"Yeah but you gotta pay money for that crap"
"You're loaded", Katie said laughing. "Yeah but my parents don't like giving me money and I don't wanna blow it on skating on ramps", Freddy said, sounding more tired.
"Your parents always used to give you money", Katie said, sounding a bit confused.
"Ehh...Yeah. But now they're afraid I'll 'blow it' on CDs and clothes they don't like"
Katie shrugged. They walked for another 5 minutes or so and arrived at Katie's. There was a note on the door.
Katie, Your father is at work and I had to work an extra shift for a patient who needed a root canal.
Katie Cringed.
I won't be home until tonight, If you don't have your keys, call my cell. Love, Mom
She looked at the sign and envied her mom's handwriting for 10 more seconds.
"...Do you have your keys, Or...?", Freddy asked, shaking his head a little bit.
"Huh – Oh, yeah, um, yeah"
She pulled her keys out of a pocket in her Horace Green Bag. She turned the keys twice to the right and once to the left. It opened. They could feel the cold air from the air conditioner from the crack of the door.
They dropped their stuff next to the sectional couches on the off-white rugs and entered the dining room and ran up the gigantic stairs. They went into her room.
"Does that happen a lot?", Freddy asked leaning back on his elbows on Katie's bed.
"Does what happen a lot?"
"Do you get left home, like does your mom work extra shifts ALL the time?" Freddy asked, sounding almost a little concerned.
"Yeah... usually twice a week at least", Katie said, Snatching a Black Wife beater from her drawer and slamming it shut.
"How come you don't call? You shouldn't have to chill here by yourself", Freddy said, pretending to be pissed off.
"I don't know, I guess it's not that bad"
"Hold on, Lemme rephrase this for you", Freddy said in a soft tone. "Why don't you call to chill more often , since the dawn of the band you don't call as much and I miss you". Freddy was never one to hold back, but he was almost sorry he left in the "I miss you" bit.
"Trust me your not missing much", Katie said throwing a pair of fitted hip- hugger jeans on the floor next to the tank top.
So close; No matter how far Couldn't be much more from the heart Forever trusting who we are And nothing else matters
She began writing out the lyrics to Jonathan Richman's "Roadrunner", which is arguably one of the first punk songs , but was pissed off and tired because of the heat and humidity. All she needed was her hair pulled. She turned around to the spiky-haired punk behind her.
"Goddamit Freddy, quit it", she said with a pleading look. "I'm not in the mood".
Freddy put on a fake excited look. "Wait – so you were every other time I did it!?"
"Not funny. I'm just not in the mood to slap you upside the face today".
"Oh Kaitlin", he began, making sarcastic faces. "It's so kind of you to sustain from slapping me...!"
"How about YOU, Katie?"
Katie turned around to Ms. Dunham
"I'm going to agree with Summer, Ms. Dunham", Katie replied folding her hands on the desk.
Katie knew by now to half-listen to what was going on. It wasn't worth it to receive a phone-call home, have her parents come down to school for a meeting , hear the "Importance of Academics" speech , and above all get her seat changed away from the boy who took her heart away.
"Nice one, Slick", Freddie said as he put his arm around his chair and put his leg out into the aisle.
Katie didn't say anything. Almost.
"I'm not slick , I just don't have ADD. I can talk AND listen, you know", she said turning around with a pissed-off look. She hooked her hand onto her chair, waiting for a response.
"Ouch , that hit me right...here", Freddie said putting his hand over his heart and slanting his head up to the ceiling, as if pleading for God's help. "But it bounced off my chest of steel", Freddy began , looking at Katie, "And hit you right .. There", and he touched Katie's nose and looked at Ms. Dunham to proceed to pretending to pay attention.
Katie smiled and turned around. Even the smallest touch of Freddy's finger gave her the chills. Suddenly the heat didn't bother her.
RRRRIIINNNGGGG
The bell rang and Katie woke up from her fantasyland. It was the last period of the day. She could go home. Finally.
Keyword: Could
...For, she COULD always go to Freddy's.
Just two weeks after the battle of the bands, Ms. Dunham was back from the hospital, only to return for that one Friday and have to return on Monday.
Katie swung her Horace Green bag across her chest; and her destination: walk slowly to the front of the room to exit, and hope Freddy stops her.
"Freeze Slick", she felt a hand on her shoulder.
"You have two choices. One, I walk you home, or two, you come to my house and we chill for a while", Freddy Jones said in a jokingly demanding voice. He smiled and broke his hard face. "No really, what are you doing for the rest of the day?"
"Nothing...", She said, expecting Freddy to decide where their destination was for the day.
"Then lets to go mi casa. We'll stop at your house along the way so you can change". He looked at her for an okay, and when she nodded, he took his hand off her shoulder and dragged her by her upper arm out of the classroom and busy hallways.
"Warm weather sucks", Freddy said sluggishly walking. "I stick to my seat and it makes most people smell bad. And I like my sweatshirts. And I can't skateboard. Christ it's just stupid."
"They're opening an indoor park on 20th and 4th", Katie began in reference to his skateboarding comment. "It's supposed to be huge, it'll be hidden off in the middle of the block behind the car repair station".
"Yeah but you gotta pay money for that crap"
"You're loaded", Katie said laughing. "Yeah but my parents don't like giving me money and I don't wanna blow it on skating on ramps", Freddy said, sounding more tired.
"Your parents always used to give you money", Katie said, sounding a bit confused.
"Ehh...Yeah. But now they're afraid I'll 'blow it' on CDs and clothes they don't like"
Katie shrugged. They walked for another 5 minutes or so and arrived at Katie's. There was a note on the door.
Katie, Your father is at work and I had to work an extra shift for a patient who needed a root canal.
Katie Cringed.
I won't be home until tonight, If you don't have your keys, call my cell. Love, Mom
She looked at the sign and envied her mom's handwriting for 10 more seconds.
"...Do you have your keys, Or...?", Freddy asked, shaking his head a little bit.
"Huh – Oh, yeah, um, yeah"
She pulled her keys out of a pocket in her Horace Green Bag. She turned the keys twice to the right and once to the left. It opened. They could feel the cold air from the air conditioner from the crack of the door.
They dropped their stuff next to the sectional couches on the off-white rugs and entered the dining room and ran up the gigantic stairs. They went into her room.
"Does that happen a lot?", Freddy asked leaning back on his elbows on Katie's bed.
"Does what happen a lot?"
"Do you get left home, like does your mom work extra shifts ALL the time?" Freddy asked, sounding almost a little concerned.
"Yeah... usually twice a week at least", Katie said, Snatching a Black Wife beater from her drawer and slamming it shut.
"How come you don't call? You shouldn't have to chill here by yourself", Freddy said, pretending to be pissed off.
"I don't know, I guess it's not that bad"
"Hold on, Lemme rephrase this for you", Freddy said in a soft tone. "Why don't you call to chill more often , since the dawn of the band you don't call as much and I miss you". Freddy was never one to hold back, but he was almost sorry he left in the "I miss you" bit.
"Trust me your not missing much", Katie said throwing a pair of fitted hip- hugger jeans on the floor next to the tank top.