Title- The Tale of Ronnie

Chapter Title- 5 Months, In A Quick View

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Note- My muse decided to visit again.

On one condition. You need to call me by my name in front of everybody.

But, but you know I don't like those things that much. After one week on them, they get sickening.

It's my name, maybe I should leave now. Would you like that? What if I never came back?

You must come back I need you! Fine, ladies and gentleman, please welcome Granola Bar, my muse.

Good, now here is your idea...

January wasn't a good month for me. I didn't do so well on a math test and I started to count a lot more. Everything needed to be counted. I didn't like counting, it was annoying. I made sure everything was perfect, even my food. I lined things up in neat, straight, rows. It was really annoying and it took so long. Mom was mad about the math test, but not too mad.

In February, I met Steve's new girlfriend. I liked her better than the last one, a lot better. She held her tongue around Nate and I, she treated me like I was seven, not two and she didn't laugh at every single word somebody said. She was a lot of fun, not as much fun as Two-Bit, but still fun. She knew all sorts of games to play. Nate didn't talk to her, but she didn't seem to mind like everybody else did. She always gave him a friendly smile.

"Uncle Steve, can I talk to you?" I asked one day. He nodded.

"I really, really like your girlfriend. Can you marry her?" He laughed a little.

"I don't know," he replied. I really, really hoped he married her.

In March, I did something bad. I got into a fight with another girl. I ended up getting suspended for three days. Mom wasn't too happy and neither was I. I lost my chocolate privelages for a week. That wasn't fun. Around that time I got a cold. I didn't like it one bit. I couldn't breathe through my nose, or smell.

"Hey, Megan," I called Steve's girlfriend. She let me call her by her first name. I remember his last one, the one I cut the hair off of, had asked me to call her Miss something. I don't remember her last name.

"How do you get colds?" I asked. I never wanted to get one again.

"From germs," she told me. I remembered mom saying something about germs. That's why she always had us wash our hands. That's when I started to wash my hands. Everytime I passed a sink I would wash my hands. Sometimes I washed until they became red and sore. I needed to spend a half an hour in the shower to feel clean. I tried to hide it the best I could, but it wasn't easy. I didn't like being touched by people either. They were covered in germs. I only let Nate touch my hand directly. Only because I made sure he washed his hands.

Nothing big happened in April. I continued counting and washing my hands. I remember spending about an hour in the bathroom because I had scrubbed a part of my left hand until it bled. I covered the scratch in soap and began to clean it even more. I didn't want it becoming infected. The soap stung and I rinsed my hands off and sat on the toilet dabbing the cut with a piece of toilet paper. I came out when it stopped bleeding.

May, May was a bad month. Mom caught me scrubbing my hands. She caught me doing it like seven times before noon on a Saturday. She grabbed my hands and shut off the water.

"What's wrong?" she asked. She was holding my hands and I pulled away. I needed to wash my hands. Who knew where her hands had been? I turned around and tried to turn on the sink. My mom switched something near the toilet bowl and the water wouldn't come out of the sink.

"I turned the water off, what's going on?" she asked me. She was staring at me with dead seriousness. I fidgetted uncomfortably, she was staring at me.

"I don't like germs," I mumbled. She groaned and turned the water back on. I waited until she left the bathroom and I began to scrub. I was going to scrub forever. There were probably so many germs on her hands.

The next incident in May came when mom needed the shower. I was still in the shower, maybe about 15 minutes into it.

"Veronica, I think you've been in there long enough," she told me while knocking gently on the door.

"No," I called out to her. I still felt dirty. I was wasting a lot of water, I knew it. I took a shower every day for a half an hour, sometimes longer. It depended on what I had been doing that day. Mom dragged me out of the shower, wrapped a towel around me and sent me into my room.

June was my birthday month. I wanted a bunch of stuff for my birthday. I wanted more soap, shampoo and a bunch of disinfectant stuff. Mom looked at me like I was strange when I told her. I got my favorite surprise in the first week of June. Steve decided to ask Megan to marry him. Megan said yes, I couldn't be more excited. I really liked her. Then, came the bad news. Megan was going to have a baby. I felt bad about Jonathan, I hadn't thought about him in a while. I suddenly ran out of the living room and into the bathroom slamming the door shut. I wasn't going to kill anymore babies. No, I was going to keep my mouth shut until the baby was born. This way, I couldn't kill it.

One day mom asked me to clean my room. The words she said, I wasn't sure how I didn't kill her. 'It was too soon,' I thought.

"Ron, go clean out your room with your brother. We'll move you into Jonathan's room for your birthday."

Please, PLEASE review. I'm leaving for Florida tomorrow and I won't have a computer for 10 days. I 'm pretty sure you guys don't want to wait 10 days for the next chapter.