Holy cripes! I could hardly believe it was December already, and only two weeks until Christmas. Then again, Christmas wasn't something I really celebrated, well, that's due to my family's lifestyle choices. In case your slow on the update, that mostly involves hunting, arguments, trips to the trauma room, and alcohol.
"Hey kiddo, how was school?" asked Dean, as he collected me from the school gates.
The snow and ice was crisp and clean, yet freezing cold. My old boots weren't giving me much protection from the winter elements, but that didn't matter to me. I was in a bad mood, but that's hardly a surprise these days.
"The casting list was announced for the Christmas pageant," I said, as I climbed into the front passenger seat of my brother's car. "Mrs Bailey double crossed me. She told me, that if I was on good behaviour, and to get at least a B on the test of state capitals; then she would consider giving the role of the Angel Gabriel to me. And, I did everything she told me, but did I get the role? No!"
Dean looked down at me, his eyes sympathetic and fully of pity.
"That hag lied her fat ass off! She gave the part to Isabella Marie Duncan!" I added, as I was becoming more frustrated and upset with the situation. "That's so not fair! She calls me names all the time, and in front of everyone! I've been cast as the stupid donkey! I wish I never auditioned in the first place! I knew I would end up making a moron outta myself!"
I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes. Dean sighed, and patted my hand gently. Furiously, I ripped off my maroon colored bobble hat, which always replaced my baseball cap in winter time.
"Oh, Chrissie, don't let it get you down," comforted my brother. "You're still my angel."
I scoffed, and rolled my eyes, before folding my arms. Suddenly, I could sense a presence in the back seat of the car. I then saw a figure in the rear view mirror, however it remained invisible to Dean. A man, of medium height and wearing a Santa hat, was sitting behind me. It was one of my imaginary friends. I refer to him as Lolly, a name given to him when I was little, because he always has a lollypop in his mouth. Seems silly really. I'm eleven, and I still have imaginary friends.
"Nativity pageants are so boring," whined Lolly. "Jeez, It's always the same, the prettiest little kids gets to be Mary, and the Angel Gabriel. It's weird, to see yourself being played by a blonde fifth grader, especially if they speak with a lisp. This one time, I was played by a fat kid, but that was back in 1962, and diets weren't in fashion at the time. My personality is awesome, and you, kiddo, nailed it. To heck with that Isabella. I can make her fall down the stairs, by accident of course. That way, you can be upgraded to the starring role."
I rolled my eyes once again. My main concern, was that Dad would never turn up to see me in the show. What does it matter now, he won't be proud of me. Relegated to the role of donkey! Bah Humbug!
Should Chris get the starring role? And guess who the cameo was?
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