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[A/N]: This story is written COMPLETELY in DOCUMENT FORM.
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Chapter Six
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Madison Square
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Spot,
Are you okay? What happened? Why?
I walked into the gym with Racetrack and looked for you in a tie-dye t-shirt, and I found you, but five seconds later you had fainted on the floor. Do you have any idea what was going on in my head? I thought you saw me and had a heart attack! I'm worried. Racetrack is, too. Well, he's trying really hard to not look worried. I can tell though, because he keeps asking me "When is that fucker going to write to you again?"
Tracy's worried about you, too. I don't know if you already know that or not, because maybe Tracy already told you, and you're making out with her right now and proclaiming true love, but I doubt it. I talked to her after they took you to the hospital. She was completely hysterical. I think she really likes you, Spot, and you shouldn't do anything stupid to drive her away. Like kill yourself. DON'T DO THAT.
You see that? I wrote it in BIG letters and underlined it. Which means you have to have seen it.
Will you tell me what happened? If you don't want to, you don't have to. Is it about your dad?
Racetrack wants to write to you:
WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?! WHY THE FUCK DID THAT HAPPEN? What's your problem, Spot? YOU ASS.
Sorry. This is Jack again. Sorry, if there are wrinkles in the paper and
you can't read this letter, because I had to wrestle the letter back from
Anthony (that's Race's real name. So,
no, his parents didn't name him after the place they copulated). Racetrack was being really mean. He just got back from being suspended so he's
grumpy from lack of sleeping-in time.
He's really trying to say, "I hope you're okay."
Are you okay?
Your friend,
Jack Kelly
Jack,
SUCK MY BIG HUMUNGOUS MANHOOD.
—Spot
Dear Simon,
What happened with our
Saturday lunch? Your mother said that
something very important came up, but I do not believe her. I still have something very important
to tell you. When is the next time we
can possibly meet?
Your Father,
Catcher S. Conlon
Honey,
I hope you see this note on
the fridge. Your father called again,
and he wants to see you again.
You don't have to if you don't want to.
I told him that you never wanted to see him ever and to stay the hell
away from you, but I don't think he's going to follow my advice. He is a BIG ASSHOLE.
I'm still at work. There should be a ten and a five dollar bill
on the kitchen table. Buy yourself
dinner from Mama Chen's. Maybe buy some
dinner for Tracy, too?
I love you, Spot. I don't know if I've told you enough. Please never EVER do that to me again.
Love,
Your Mother
For Jack Kelly,
This is Tracy Scanner. You probably don't remember me. I was the girl crying hysterically when they
took Spot away in an ambulance. You know,
the girl with big, splotchy eyes who was sobbing on your shoulder? At least, I think it was yours. I'm his girlfriend.
I thought you deserved to know
what actually happened that night, instead of listening to all those coke
rumors. Let me put this straight. SPOT WAS NOT ON COKE.
When I got to the hospital (I
got Skittery to drive me, do you know him?
He's a friend of Spot's), I had to wait in the waiting room for ten
bazillion hours before a doctor came out and told me about Spot. By then, his mother was there, too. But I didn't see his father. I didn't expect to, anyway. So, there I am, sitting in the hospital
waiting room with my boyfriend's mother, trying to comfort her, when I also
needed to be comforted (I know that sounded selfish), and the doctor comes out
shaking his head and we are absolutely in SHOCK. His mom (who is very pretty, by the way. She has blue eyes like Spot's and brown hair,
just in case you were wondering) looks at me and runs out of the room.
So it was just me. With the doctor. And I thought I was the one
dying. I would have to tell his mom that
Spot was dead.
Then the doctor said, "He's
alright," and it was like the whole world just came apart, I was so happy. Strange comparison, huh? But anyway.
He said that I could go in to see him and that he would go get his
mother, too. So I went to see him.
You know how you saw him at
the party, and he was put-together and happy and HOT? Well, that definitely is not what he looked
like. He was so white. His hair was all sweaty and plastered to his
forehead and his eyes were closed and he looked like he was barely breathing.
I started crying again, right
then and there. It was a very romantic
moment, you know? And I ran up to him
and told him to never to that again, even though he probably didn't hear me,
and I confessed that I loved him, even though I am too young to know what love
really is. I kissed him.
You probably don't want to
hear this part. You just want to know
what really happened.
I had to ask the doctor.
The docs had to pump his
stomach, they said, because he had the dangerous combination of prescription
pills and alcohol inside of him. I
didn't know what to say. Why would he do
that? Do you know why? I'll ask him later, when he's feeling up to
it.
Anyway. Right now, Spot is curled up next to me in a
big blue blanket and we're on his couch at his house. I think he's sleeping. His mom just walked in, back from work. I smell her making us hot cocoa. Yum.
He's okay, now. A little pale and a lot tired, but okay.
Thank you so much for letting
me cry all over you.
Sincerely,
Tracy
Name: Bryon Denton
Class: English 12
Week: March 28-April 1
Monday: Discuss reading of Iliad over weekend.
Tuesday: Quiz, chapters 20-25. In class
reading and discussion to chapter 30.
Wednesday: Letter writing. Quiz 26-30.
Thursday: Journal entry: "What is one event that greatly influenced your life
as it is now?"
Friday: POP ESSAY TEST! April Fool's!
Name: Francis Sullivan
Teacher: Denton
Pd: 2
Assignment: Quiz, chapter 20 to 25 of Iliad
Grade: 67
Comments: Jack, I know you were at the
party on Friday night, but what did you do over the rest of your weekend? Did you read at all? Did you even read the cliff-notes? If this keeps up, Jack, I might need to
conference with you. Maybe I should get
someone to tutor you?
End Chapter Six
[A/N]:
Shoutouts:
Ccatt: I fear the Random Laser of Death. Please don't kill me! I must say that your reviews are most amusing. Haha. I hope you liked this chapter!Strawberri Shake: Mr. Conlon is a HUGE asshole. I don't like him. Yes, Spot hyperventilating was very amusing. I liked it. I like torturing my Spot too much. Sorry, baby (pats Spot on the head. He tries to bite her.) OUCH! Bad, Spot. BAD! Thanx for the review!
Cassies-Grandma: Thanx for the review. What's the "Keep on Keepin' On"? You always have the greatest…er…leaving (?) phrases.
uninvisible: Mutual Amusifying. Yes, that sounds v. dirty. That could be made into a porn flick. ICK. And I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'VE NEVER USED CLIFF-NOTES! WHAT KIND OF SELF-RESPECTFUL TEEN ARE YOU?! Haha. Jk. That's good for you. Thanx for the review!
i-nv-u50: Do you mean "gravi" as in "Gravitation"? OMG. Because if you do, I REALLY REALLY WANNA READ THAT (and FAKE!)! Haha. Isn't Sarah totally mean? And, honestly, I had no idea what you meant when you said, "They gonna sing or just have instruments with another, as yet unmentioned often singer dude?..." Do you mean, like, what kind of band? Thanx for the review!
Written Sparks: Haha. Thank you so much! Isn't Skittery the greatest!? I LURVE HIM. MUCH. So, WHY are you only reading this now? ::waiting for you to blush:: Sorry, that was mean. Hehe. ThanQ for the Review!
Bookey Elliot: you are the FIRST person to mention the connections between Spot's shrink and Jack's mom. I APPLAUD YOU. AND GIVE YOU CHOCOLATE CAKE (Unless you don't like it, then I give you yellow cake, and if you don't like that…then why am I even writing this for you?) Haha. I hope THE EDUCATOR didn't catch you. Good luck with EXAMS! Dun dun dun. Ick, I should probably study, too.
Oh, yes, and this goes for all you readers, what should their band name be? Ehehehe (Not that, obviously. I was laughing, fools.)
Luv,
MS
Review please!!!!