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Chapter two
Fred and I looked completely different. Fred had brown eyes and mine were gray. Fred had light brown hair that had blond highlights in the summer. My hair was a rusty brown color that hung down my back. We wore the same things. I didn't wear those short skirts that the other girls wore in my neighborhood. Long skirts cost the same as short skirts, so money really wasn't an issue. Besides, Keith said short skirts were only for girls that wanted attention from boys. I didn't argue with him. His word was the law. Or at least it was to me.
One Friday night, after a hard week at school, I went to Fred's house to spend the night.
"Lucky," she said as I walked to the door. "This way." I walked into the familiar house. Most of the time I was over there. I could probably consider it my second home. I walked to Fred's room and sat down on her bed.
"What do you want to do?" I asked.
"I don't know." She absentmindedly looked out the window.
"Winifred," I heard a shout from downstairs. "Get down here this instant!" It was Fred's mother.
"Coming, Mother." Fred yelled back. She hurriedly stomped down the stairs. Not knowing what else to do, I followed her.
"Winifred," Mrs. O'Reilly scolded Fred as soon as she walked down the stairs. "I want you to hang the laundry up to dry."
"Yes ma'am" She walked over to the washer that had just stopped and began to pull the wet laundry out and put it up to dry.
"I can't believe you, Winifred," Her mother continued. "You invite someone over without even doing your chores."
I couldn't believe this woman. The washer hadn't even stopped when she came home form school. I wanted to argue, but that probably wouldn't help Fred too much. I watched her take the rest of the laundry out of the washer and into a basket. We walked outside to the backyard to hang the clothes out to dry.
I started hanging the clothes up to dry when I noticed these weren't even her clothes. They couldn't be. They were her mother's clothes. Fred was doing her mother's chores.
We finished hanging the clothes up and went back into the house.
"Winifred," Mrs. O' Reilly called.
"Yes, ma'am," Fred asked through almost clenched teeth.
"Didn't report cards come out today?"
"Yes ma'am."
"May I see yours?"
"Yes, ma'am." Fred turned and left for her room. She returned a few minutes later with a tan envelope.
"Here," she said as she handed her the report card.
"Don't take that tone with me, young lady," she scolded Fred.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Aren't you going to apologize?" her mother asked.
"I am sorry,"
"That's better." She opened the envelope, looked at it, and then frowned. You have a B in history. Why?"
"There was a war I didn't understand," she said. I could tell she was starting to get mad, even though she didn't come right out and say it.
"Do better."
"I'm sorry."
"Yes, ma'am," she corrected Fred.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Okay, go."
Fred turned around and sulked up the stairs. I hesitated before going up. I started up the stairs and " BAM" I heard a door slam. I waited in the hallway for a few minutes before going into her room. I figured she needed some alone time to calm down.
After a while, I decided it was safe to knock on the door.
"Fred?" I asked as I knocked on the door. "Can I come in?"
"Yeah," she called. I opened the door and found Fred lying on her bed, her arms crossed. She looked like she was near tears.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"No," she nearly yelled.
"I'm sorry."
"No, it's not you. It's my mom."
"Oh."
"I can never please her. If I say ' yes ma'am' she wants me to apologize." She paused. " You now what Lucky?"
"What?" I asked.
"I couldn't go on without you."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean I would of killed myself or run away if it wasn't for you."
"Oh," I said. "I couldn't get on without you either."
"Yes you could," she spat. "You have Bob."
Bob was a friend, her real name was Roberta, but we just called her Bob. All three of us got along just as well, but Fred didn't think so. She thought Bob didn't like her and only liked me. She was convinced that if she were to die, I would be perfectly content because I had Sue. But that wasn't it. I couldn't get along without her. I whished she could only realize that.
"You know what else Lucky?" She paused to see if I would answer. I didn't. "I think I'm really depressed. "
That was a shock to me. She was pretty much happy, except for those few times when she got mad.
"Oh," I said. I didn't know what else to say. It wasn't everyday that my best friend told me she was depressed. "You should tell your mom."
"I can't, Lucky, I just can't."
"But you should."
"No, no, I can't. She wouldn't understand."
"Yes she would."
"I'll think about it."
"Good."
We stayed in silence for a long time. Neither one of us spoke. I realized Fred needed me. I realized I had to be there to help.
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Review please, flame if you wish, it's a bit over 40 degrees over here so we won't mind. But only if they are so mean they'd make Dal cry.
Thank you to:
Krista – Thank you for reviewing and I'm glad you like it so far. – Chocolate
Thank you. So, you like the characters? Well, I do too. The originality? Well, thank you. I do appreciate it. - Frito
Chronic Sarcasm – I'm glad you liked it. Trust me, I had a heck of a time correcting Frito's grammar. Glad you like the name Lucky, got any ideas for Fred? – Chocolate
My grammar is perfect, I know. I didn't make that many grammar mistakes. Well, thank you very much for reviewing - Frito
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