Mako's Message: I've had kind of a revelation about the length of these chapters. They have a limited time frame; there is a start point and an end point. Sometimes a lot happens between those points, like in the Halloween chapter, and sometimes not much of anything happens. I just need to do the best I can with the time frame I'm writing about, and not worry about the length. If anything I should put more effort into getting chapters out quickly( say, a goal of one every three days.) than trying to make them longer.
I have a lot of time to cover so that's probably the best tactic anyway.
In other news, TorontoBatFan showed me a video made by a friend of his that I think is worth checking out if you're a fan of Dave and Mindy. Trying to post a url address will probably be futile, so just search for it on YouTube: Never Alone – Mindy(Hit Girl)/Dave(Kick-Ass)
(Tell `em I sent you ~_^ )
Now, on with the story!
First day back at school since the beating. Turns out it was Dave's first day back too. Marcus pulled some strings and convinced the school that Dave's action's both saved my life and put a violent sociopath into custody, so they let him off with the week of suspension he'd already served. No charges are being pressed against him either. The kids mother was furious about it until she found out just what her son did to me. Or so I'm told.
I had my crutches still. I was going to try and get through today without them, but my leg betrayed me again just as I was heading out the door. I gotta tell you, that shit is really starting to piss me off.
The crutches themselves aren't so bad. I like that it's making me work my arms more, but it's costing me my legs. It's actually kind of fun, honestly, and they aren't slowing me down. I just don't like looking like prey.
Yeah, I know I could just not use them, and the odds are good that I could get through a school day without an incident… It's just that if my leg gives out on me, even if I catch myself before I fall, I'll look weaker than I do with the damn crutches. At least I can beat people with them if it comes down to it.
Hell, I took a swing at Jessi with one when she came up and asked, "Is my favorite cripple glad to be back at school?"
No, I wasn't really trying and she knew it.
I was allowed to leave my classes five minutes early so I could get to my next class on time. I passed on it though. I didn't need it and it was fun watching people gape at how fast I could move on them.
Some boy asked if I needed help with my books. All I said was, "No, I've got them," but he started acting all stiff and muttered something I couldn't understand and walked away. What the hell was that about? Fucking weirdo.
I ate lunch with Angela and Jessi, and for once we talked about me. It was difficult, since I couldn't talk about half the stuff I get up to. Nice to see they actually cared, I didn't expect that. I actually ended up losing track of time with them so I didn't see Dave until after school.
He was walking kinda stiffly so I asked him if he was doing the exercises I showed him at home. He said, "Are you crazy? I was so sore yesterday I could barely move!"
I told him, "You can't let that stop you. If you do it will just be worse when you do it again."
He grumbled about it but said he'd do them daily from now on.
I told him he'd better because I wasn't going to get easier on him.
He chose that moment to change the subject to Thanksgiving dinner. He wanted to know if Marcus and I would like to come to their house. It sounded like it could be fun, but I didn't feel like going if Katie was going to be there. He said that her family was going out of town, though, so I told him I'd ask Marcus.
Turns out that Marcus didn't have any plans this year (He usually goes to his parents, but they were spending it with his brother and his wife's family), so he was happy to accept the invitation and finally get to meet Mr. Lizewski.
It's the first family holiday since Daddy died, so I'm glad I'll get to spend it surrounded by people I care about. Daddy and I didn't have any traditions for the holiday, not even a special food, so I don't think I'll really miss anything about it. It's just… he wont be there. He won't be there ever again. For anything. And every time I start to think I'm okay with it something happens to remind me that I'm not.
