Welcome to chapter 10, yes I have reached the double the digits, feel free to send me some sort of a reward. Cash is always good. So are reviews.
Only four stitches and two shots to prevent any possible infections from turning up were needed. I should be able to apply pressure to the foot in about a week's time. When the doctor informed me of the time period my recreation was happiness, though these crutches might give me some extra attention from the females with the sympathy card (not that I even want it), they are just awkward and difficult to use. I thought a week was a pretty short amount of time. However my mom's reaction was a tad different. Annoyance and anger and already plotting and planning in her always over working mind to find someone, anyone with an even an ounce of talent to fill in for me. The thought of playing while seating past into my head, but I have the weird urch to see her how long it takes her to figure out on her own. Plus a challenge is always good for people.
"That was quick." Molly tells us both with a pouting Annie by her side. I couldn't have cared less of the reason why. I spot Jack sitting on the other side of the room reading through a magazine it's cover ripped off likely months ago. Now would be a good time to practice these crutches out, leaving the three woman talking, well two talking and one looking as if she rather kill herself, I make my way over to Jack. I am pleased to say I didn't fall on my face once as I had in the examining room. He looks up at me nods a quick hey and goes on with his reading. I am not a fool I realize he likes my brother more as a friend than myself, they are closer in age, share more interests. Still we used to have a friendship of our own that ran a close second to the one he has with Clu. Now it's begun to fade. I don't if you can call it anyone's fault it's just apart of life. I can't help but to feel a little bit taken back by the fact that he hasn't shown more compassion or even interest in the fact I was hurt.
"What are you reading?"
"Oh um it's American Girl." American Girl? American Girl? Isn't that a magazine for pre-teenage girls?
"May I ask why?"
"It was either this or Guide Posts for Kids." I personally would have gone with that one. And with that the conversation has been buried deep into the ground. I had no amusing wisecrack; he didn't ask to try out the crutches or any possible scenario. Just him sitting in all likelihood staring at a page that teaches you how to French braid yours and all your friends hair, as while I begin to realize what a moron I am to be waiting for more.
"Come on you two it's time to get going." Halleluiah an excuse to get away from him. I carefully turn myself from Jack and make my way towards the woman who are walking out of t he hospital doors towards are awaiting chariot of a home. Home sweet home. Wait scratch that. Once a board the bus we all seem to scatter like ants after having our carefully built sandy home on a hill kicked up by an over excitable six year old. My mom sits herself down at the wheel after grabbing a diet Pepsi from the mini-fridge. Jack is at the table shuffling a deck of playing cards over and over again, if I know him well enough if would be a fair guess to say he plans on playing a game of solitaire. Annie has made her way to the bathroom, though it really shouldn't be called a bathroom in the true definition of that word. All it is a sink and a toilet neither that work all that good to begin with. She'll be in there for at least a half an hour apply pounds of makeup on her face, just to wash it off and starting over. She's been trying for weeks to find her perfect look. I'd deny this to the point of torture and death, but I think she's beautiful enough without all the gunk applied. Far as Molly goes she escaped into her room once again. Not only did I want to talk to her about the event that occurred moments before my little accident, I needed to talk to her. A good friend doesn't walk away from a troubled friend even the friend in some way might be the reason for the pain. If nothing ever develops between her and I besides friendship I'll take it.
"What happened to the movie?" I ask Jack who had started to play the classic solo game.
"Seen it too many times." Well I could have guessed that would happen a main part of the reason I declined to watch when it began. I let forth a sigh while carefully standing up from the couch realizing now would be the prefect time to see Molly. Standing in front of her door I lightly knock at it.
"Come in."