Lucky Me

Chapter 005


I was not rebellious by nature but I didn't let something happen to me and forget about it.

Especially something as traumatic as when something dear and precious to me is ripped from my hands! Yes, I was talking about the cookie. I would not let that drop. Not until that man knew you didn't take a blend of sugar and chocolate away from a girl while she was depressed.

But back to rebellion, I was more of a silent strike back type. You know the ones who won't get into a fist fight, but when given the chance I was going to break something under the hood of that person's vehicle. Not that it would take long to break a car since I was not a mechanic and I happened to be a klutz.

So when we finally went shopping in the middle of the week for me and Daisy-Mae's furnishings and such, my time had come!

Daisy-Mae's was all excited about the trip thinking, "School clothes!" But then they broke the news to us. We weren't going to be attending a public school, no indeed; we were going to be going to P.S.S.C, Private School of Salem Center.

At least it didn't have "for Girls" at the end of it. If it did, I would just signed myself into a convent at that point. But, that is not the worst of it. Oh, don't get me wrong, they served sweets, which Mr. Cookie-Monster Summers couldn't take away from me, but their uniform was -well it was plaid.

Not that bad, I thought at first. Then I saw them. Pink, yellow, and blue jumper skirt things with light blue button down shirts.

They looked like a roll of LifeSavers threw up all over them! And Daisy-Mae's reaction was simply to say "How retro!" while mine, though unvoiced was, "How repulsive!"

I thought the designer was either blind or went shopping at a discount store to come up with that monster.

It would take more than Professor's angry glare to get me into that thing! Where were they sending us? Salem Center School for Clowns?

Back to shopping. There was a whole herd of us going, three car loads in fact. Two vans and a Durango were parked out front of the house when I made my appearance (makes it sound like I'm important doesn't it?). The role call so far was Mrs. Jean, Skunk lady (Rouge?), Miss Munroe (I've given up on her first name), Sam (called so because he is under 25), Bobby-meanie (ick), the cookie warden, and some others that I had seen around but never asked their names.

After about thirty minutes and many sighs, it was decided who was going where and what they were to get. This, as one will be able to tell, was finalized without my consent.

I got stuck with the two meanies and the cutesie one. Don't ask me how! I swear I did nothing to deserve it (I think). Mr. Summers, Bobby-meanie, Daisy-Mae, and I were to get the things we needed for our rooms. The two guys had to come to drive and Cookie hawk was there to pay and keep an eye on the rest of us. I could believe that with Bobby's personality.

"Watch the Twinkies, Hank!" The warden shouted.

Oh not fair! He let Dr. Hank have sweets but not me? Wait a sec, was Dr. Hank holding out on me? I'd have to look into this further.


We went to NYC to get 'linens' for the bed. I cracked a smile when Bobby-meanie said 'linens', it just sounds too proper of a word for him to use. Daisy-Mae was all excited, talking about the trends of the season and such. I don't think Cookie-hog liked it too much. Just as she was going into a speech about how great goldfish designs were—wouldn't you know his favorite song came on and he just had to turn it up?

"Do you two know what you want?" Bobby-meanie asked, after, by some miracle, Daisy-Mae piped down.

"No way! You have to shop around!" Was her cheerful reply.

Bobby then looked at me; I looked back at him, "No idea."

"Great," muttered the Sweet-tooth Summers.

I swear they took us to the largest home-furnishing store there was in the country. I about hyperventilated at the size of the bed sheets section (a.k.a. 'linens'). But Daisy-Mae insisted that the room revolves around the comforter, therefore we should pick that out first and work from there.

I wanted to cry. So did the guys, who had to take a deep breath and trudge on ahead with us. Somehow I think they lost a bet of some sort or were getting a pay raise or something to be insane enough to go shopping for something as "vital as a personality" as Daisy-Mae put it and with two girls.

"Oh my goodness! Pink!" Is all I heard as a streak of brunette hair and denim (yes, she broke out her overalls) raced into the comforters without looking back.

"You take that one, I'll stay with her," Mr. Summer's commanded Bobby, who took off after the hyper girl.

I was sort of glad our little group broke up, especially when I heard Daisy-Mae's screams of enthusiasm throughout the entire department. I ducked and weaved through the aisles like a secret agent running from gunfire when it sounded like she was getting too close. After about two hours, we ran right into each other—both still empty handed, but it wasn't too long afterwards that I found something that interested me.

"Is it too late to trade?" Bobby-meanie asked, nearly begged.

"Sorry, Drake. I'm sticking with the quiet one."

I thought briefly about starting be all screamy and such like a thirteen-year-old at an Justin Beiber concert, but decided my revenge would be much —sweeter. With every step he came closer, my smile broadened. When he stopped behind me, I felt a smirk coming on. Before I turned around to him, I pointed and sweetly said, "Those would be great."

His response was to almost snort in disdain at my choice of sheet set.

Got to love the people who thought of Oreo cookie bed sheets.

I told you I wasn't much for outspoken rebellion (at least at the time) but I just loved the sheets. After much eyebrow rising, Mr. Summers finally took the sheets in hand. He was too proud to push a cart around, which made me wish they had some really embarrassing design print I could stick with him like, I dunno, half naked guys or pink bunnies or something.

But wouldn't you know Oreo came out with whole line of bedroom things to go along with the 'linens'! It didn't take but an hour to round up the rest of the stuff I'd need for my room (mainly Oreo, and when they didn't have that, black and white).

While Cookie man was paying for the stuff (after all the fuss she raised about color, Daisy-Mae's choice was all black, very strange) he told me to go find the other two. Man, no wonder he was leader—he was bossy. So off I went into the jungle of women and sales to find the other two people.

I found them all right, in the middle of the electronics, blasting radios, and giving the little old man with a hearing aid a heart attack.

"May I have this dance?" Bobby-meanie asked, bowing to Daisy-Mae, who giggled and nodded. They, hand in hand, swung each other around the radios and right into the collectibles.

"Hey!" I shouted over the latest DAS release, "Mr. Cook-er, Summers wants to leave!"

"We'll be there in a sec, at the moment, we're busy. Time for a dip!" Bobby-meanie shouted back, I rolled my eyes, and turned to leave. I was halfway through the section when my shoulders tensed, eyes clamped shut, and the world seemed to stop.

I heard a thunderous clash.

"Oh, crap!" Came Bobby's instant reply.

"Oh no!" Came Daisy-Mae's reply.

I told myself not to turn around, pleaded with my curiosity not to get the best of me, but I rarely listened to myself and turned. There, amongst the now broken Precious Moments figurines, vases, and other highly breakable (now broken) things stood a dazed couple of guilty dancers. I sighed heavily, maybe if I ran now I avoid getting t mixed up in this.

Why would I want to run? Besides the fact that they broke half the things in the section, were being thoroughly embarrassed, and probably had glass fragments in the most uncomfortable places? Because they were standing next to a table with a huge sign that read, 'You break it, you buy it.'

"This isn't good," I muttered, looking for an escape route. But Daisy-Mae and Blushing Bobby looked over at me.

"What are we goin' ta do?" Daisy-Mae whined, grabbing onto her fellow criminal's shirt sleeve.

"Don't worry, and don't tell Scott-" He looked at me at this point, "I've got it covered." Fishing in his back pocket to retrieve his wallet, he pulled out a gold credit card. I had gotten closer to the guilty party, enough to realize that the name wasn't the same as the person holding the card.


We made one quick stop at a gas station, I picked up an item, and we were headed back to the mansion. None of the three who was there during the mass murder of porcelain figures said a word to the Cookie monster. As they began to unload the vehicle, I used the excuse I had to go to the bathroom once more, and with my new comforter in hand ran toward the kitchen.

Thankfully, there was only Sam doing a crossword puzzle or something when I got there. After a quick question and his reply, I simply said thanks and unzipped my comforter bag, stuffed my contraband inside the material and made my way out of the kitchen. Sam was laughing as I left.

I thought once I got past the staircase, I would be safe from anyone finding my secret. I only passed Mrs. Jean on the way up who looked at my funny then smiled and shook her head. I gave her a puzzled look, well; I gave her back a puzzled look and continued my beeline to my room. Just as I was coming to my room, Cookie Monster was coming out.

"I think that's all your things," he said curtly, before letting me into my room. I replied with a "Thanks" in a singsong voice watching him leave, but in mid-stride he stopped, turned and stuck out his hand.

Quizzically I looked at the hand, then his face and then back at his hand.

"I know you have them," he stated.

I started to sweat because I started to get nervous. There was no way he could know...absolutely no way! "Have them?"

"Let me see your comforter," Mr. Summers commanded, and was rewarded with my comforter and a glare, which only got more lethal as he unzipped the back and retrieved my contraband. He took my pack of chocolate chip cookies! Again!

"Thank you." The evil evil man then gave back my bag and walked down the hall, hitting the package of beloved cookies against his hands, which were behind his back. And Bobby-meanie and Dr. Hank said he didn't have a sense of humor.

This man was morbid but I smiled like the Cheshire cat as I shut the door. Amongst my things, there was a set of sheets. Just like the comforter, there was a package of Oreo cookies smothered within their folds.

I decided to make my bed first and after that was accomplished I sat on my crisp, clean sheets. Pulling my cookies out and I was just about to start munching when there was a knock on my door.

"Come in," I acknowledged, looking around for a hiding place for my beloved, yet endangered sweets.

Wouldn't you know who walked through the door, straight up to the bed, sighed, and fished out the other package of cookies from under my pillows? Yup, Cookie Hunter Summers.

"Nice try," he said with a half smile, leaving the door half-open as he left. I jumped to my feet, swung the door open and glared down the hall.

"Are you part dog or something?" I yelled which got Cookie Hunter's attention enough for him to turn, smile, and say: "I have a telepath for a wife, and you think too loud, despite not talking much."

Mrs. Jean was in on this! It's a conspiracy I tell you!