Lucky Me
Chapter 023
Little Miss Happy had the nerve to call me a flirt.
Chris and I were throwing insults at each other in the first floor 'formal sitting room' when she walked in and just stood there. It was a commercial so her standing in front of the TV wasn't really a big deal.
"Butt monkey."
"Litter box dweller."
Daisy then chirped in, "You two are so funny."
"Go away happy weed."
"What do you want?" I snapped. I was upset enough with being insulted!
Daisy did the creepy thing; she just put on this smug look and shook her head. "You two do realize what you're doing right?"
"Fighting?" Chris asked, you could just see the sarcasm dripping from him.
D-M giggled.
A smug, giggling Daisy-Mae, I think I just got a new nightmare for tonight. Creeepy!
"Leave her alone, zit juice."
"OOOoohhh, I'm so hurt," he paused, "Pimple licker."
Boys! But that wasn't as bad as what was said next.
"I thought only junior high kids flirted like that!" D-M chirped.
I think my jaw was going to get bruised, because it dropped to the ground-I think I even heard it thud when it hit.
Daisy laughed at her own remark, but she didn't laugh long as two pillows smacked her upside the head.
If ever I complained about having to do dishes due to a punishment given to me by that vindictive bald man in a wheelchair, I must remind myself to shut-up. It would be so much better than this!
My punishment was meant to make sure I didn't disrespect any other people who out ranked me. This coming from the same guy who said every man is equal…if we are all equal then how the heck could I be out ranked?
"Come on kid, you're slowing down." The drill sergeant known as Wolverine barked as I passed him, panting, tripping, and cursing everyone I could think of in the mansion. I was running around the poles this short man put up, and he was making me run laps around them.
He said to 'build up' my muscles.
I think they wanted me to drown in my sweat.
"Haha," Came a very annoying noise from the side. Glancing over in that direction, I was three times as embarrassed. There, in all there spandex stood the other 'lower' half of the household. Chris was the one who made the remark, Daisy waved, Adrian raised an eyebrow, and Adam looked like he wanted to join me.
Of course it looked like Adam had never met the sun!
"Okay, you can stop," And with those words I crashed.
Literally. I stopped running, hit my knees, and fell face first into the grass.
"It was just a little run, Koo-key," D-M needed to be shot. Or maybe dropped on her head, I didn't care. As long as it was painful.
"Come over here with the rest of the group."
That's about when I started to pray that the ground would open up and swallow me whole.
Didn't happen.
In fact, Mr. Nature Lover Logan decided that the best way to get us prepared for the field (I don't know, and didn't ask what he meant by that) was to try to hunt each other.
Great.
Now, I was a dog.
A dog with wings that he tried to reason I would have a better advantage of being the 'last survivor' of the game if I could actually use the 'buzzard wings'.
He's such an elegant man-couldn't imagine why he didn't have his own talk show.
So like little red riding target, I headed (very slowly) into the woods, my feet, wings, and hinny dragging. I wanted them to take me out as soon as huma-mutantly possible. Then Mr. Cruel and Unusual added that the losers were up for a five mile jog when the game was over.
That motivated a lazy girl like nothing else.
Everyone started off at different spots. I was in the middle of nowhere, and I think that's where everyone else was, too. I was also thinking that this was just a way of keeping us busy while the X-peoples kicked back and had a good laugh about the little kids sent to track each other down.
"There you are!" I almost yelped, but instead, I did a 360 looking for who said that. Instead of finding anyone, I saw some commotion behind me. I really needed to put that annoying kitten of curiosity to sleep or something, because then I would have had the sense enough to run in the other direction.
But remember I was a genius (haha) and went to the noise, like a stupid little girl.
There was a big green thing, and Chris.
Naturally I was rooting for the big green alligator looking thing.
That was, until, Chris suddenly turned into a live wire.
I don't think my eyes could have gotten any larger.
"Wanna try me?" Chris asked, these white painful looking things shooting off of him, something told me to run, and for once I listened to it.
Of course, next time I tell myself where to run, I really mustn't go face first into the bark of a tree. When would I stop making a living idiot out of myself?
"Hey, I think the swelling is going down!" D-M sang out three days later. I was still nursing my tree-caused injury (which meant I was one of the losers, which meant I had to run 5 miles-as soon as I stopped seeing double).
"Thanks," I muttered. I was in my room, ice pack on my head, and a forgotten book on my stomach. That's when I seemed to remember I was in my room. I cracked an eye open, "What're you doing in here?"
"Ohh! Ah almost forgot!" Like that would be hard, "Ah came to tell you that we are going to get our schedules for this school year!"
Only she would be happy about something like that. Me? I groaned and rolled over, grabbed a pillow and threw it over my head. Couldn't the world just go away?
"Come on! It ain't goin' to be that bad! In fact, Bobby said that there was a surprise on each of our schedules! But he's not telling' us," she giggled at this as she sat down on the edge of my bed.
Removing the pillow momentarily, I studied her, "You like him, don't you?"
"Of course Ah do! He's my friend!" Uh-huh, if he was just her friend her face wouldn't be turning the lovely shade of red!
"I mean, you like him, like him." Note to self, stop watching so much Hey, Arnold!
"A-Ah have to go! Just be ready to get the schedules tonight!" And poof, like genie she sprinted out of my room and into the hall.
This was going to be so much fun!
This was a living nightmare!
Not only did I have to get slapped in the face with the fact that I had to go back to school, but I had to meet that Kenney guy again. Wouldn't you know, he went to the stupid private school as well! Let me start with the car trip to the school.
"This so rocks!"
Honestly, who used that word anymore?
Daisy had to be the only kid who I have ever heard of to be happy to go back to school. Of course, if I was at school, I was away from Summers and Bobby-Pervert. I was away from being thrown off a roof and told to fly (who did they think I was, Peter Pan?). Ever since I sacked Summers, I had been doing dishes and called Kookie. K-O-O-K-I-E. D-M thought she'd be funny and call me 'kooky' which didn't stick.
It's better than Grace I supposed. It was a joke at first but most of the people were starting to actually calling me it like it's my name! Like it's my codename or something! Couldn't you just see that on a battlefield? 'I am Phoenix!' 'I am Cyclops!' and then me: I am Kookie! I shall…crumble you? Oh that would strike terror into the hearts of people let me tell you!
Speaking of nicknames and terror, I accidentally called Daisy-Mae 'D-M' out loud, and she went crazy. It was just 'so cute!' and therefore insisted I call her it all the time.
"Ah can't believe it's already time to go back to school!"
Oh joy. Where did the summer go? I know being dropped from the air, and being grounded scared a lot of my life out of me, but I still didn't know where all the time went!
"Whatever, D-M."
She did this really annoying high pitched squeal thing, "That is SUCH a cute nickname!"
Not the first nickname I would have chosen, but I was already grounded for a month and in a foul mode, so I kept my big fat mouth in check for once.
"Glad you like it?"
"Except you know, Kookie, yours is much better." Daisy then sighed, acting as if there was no one else in the car.
"Why is that, because I'm named after food?"
"No, because you had a gorgeous man give it to you." I glared at her as she twisted around in the passenger seat to look at me. "Oh come on! Ah like to see the single men in their cute tight outfits! You just have to know when to walk down the halls; they are just to die for. And I think that Bobby is so hot for being an ice man."
She was a sick, sick girl in need of a lot of mental help. A thought struck me, "D-M, is your room clean?"
"Spotless since you left."
Yup, definitely a sign that she had a dirty mind. That's when the boys got back into the car, and oh yeah, Bobby-Pervert was driving us. And no way did Daisy-Mae just confess his level of 'hotness' in the car, we were getting gas and the guys invaded the store.
Somewhere between the mansion and the school, they found their appetites-again.
Later in the car ride, things stayed just about as cruel and unusual as they started off.
"Save me!" Chris cried. I was too busy plugging my ears with my fingers to hear what anyone else said, but him I heard.
"I called radio, if you don't like it then jump out the window for all Ah care." Daisy shot back.
We were going to get our schedules, Chris, D-M, Adrian and me. While we had the short journey there D-M decided to test her new 'no escape' torture method.
Lady Gaga's newest CD, where she sings classic country songs in her style.
If Chris wasn't going to jump out of the window, I might try!
Or better yet, if the other three and the driver ganged up on her, we could shove her through the window.
I think she'd bounce, but then again, during the rendition of 'Stand By Your Man' I could really have cared less.
Then when we finally got to the school (which was packed with cars that probably cost more than my mother's home), only D-M took her time getting out, the rest of us made a mad dash for it.
That's where he was.
Kenney Reid Yohalm.
Ick.
Triple ick.
I didn't recognize him, but, sadly, he did me. And just knew I would want to meet him again.
Sheyeah, right.
Me and Adrian (since my name begins with a 'D' and his a 'C') were at the same table waiting in the non-moving line of kids and griping parents in business suits on cell phones.
Daisy-Mae was stuck with Chris and the A-B table, and Bobby-Pervert made himself scarce. Wonder why?
"Hey, there!" Came the one known as persistent. "You're the girl from the grocery store, right?"
Adrian tipped his head to the side as Yohalm waltzed up to us. "Who's this?"
I shrugged and gladly stepped another baby step up as the line inched forward.
"Don't be so shy, babe." Kenney said. I felt my face get that 'what-did-you-just-say' expression, I did not like the term 'babe' never had never would. "Eh, I've got her intrigued."
"Probably annoyed," Adrian corrected.
I shifted my glare for a moment to him, and his face was just like I thought mine was: expressionless and bored.
I'd never seen him like that.
"Watch out, guy, you're jealousy's showing," Kenney shot back, "I can't stay and talk to you, babe."
Harder glare.
"But I will get to know you more, and I will get that name." With that he winked, shot a nasty look at Adrian and walked away. Praise for that! It wouldn't be until later that I got his name. Apparently this K'Yo was the school 'hottie' in D-M's words. And to be noticed by him was a big deal in her book. He reminded me of another boy I knew, named Danny. Danny only went out with girls to get another notch on his headboard.
"Name?" The teacher asked boredly as we finally reached the table.
"D'Mon, Kerry."
"Here." She shoved a piece of paper at me, and I waited for Adrian while trying to read the very light text. Man, this school was cheap! Hadn't they heard of black ink? Did the administration get some sort of sick kick out of making the students blind while trying to read these things?
"Got it, let's go," Adrian's Canadian accent came out thick.
But he couldn't move me.
My eyes landed, and focused on a name on the schedule that popped off the page and laughed at me.
Business Math, it read under the subject. Under the line of instructor was the name: R. Drake.
As in Robert Drake.
As in Bobby-pervert.
He was going to be one of my teachers!
