Chapter 8
For the next couple of weeks, we spent most of our time reminding my dad of everything that was anything (Well, I left out a few 'F's that I got in Algebra). Gradually, he came out of his mind-fog, and he started becoming the original General Danee. Life was finally getting back to normal. I and Elisha were sitting on the west wall at school, waiting for Emily and Tristan to come eat with us, them being Jesse's replacement while he was away visiting his friend Max in Dublin. The pair showed up bickering per usual. "...well even if I DID," stated Emily sternly, "at least it looked better than your, what was it, a popsicle stick?" "You know damn well it was a surfboard," yelled Tristan as he smacked Em in the back of the head. She countered that with the back of her hand to his cheek, and before they went all out, I yelled "STOP IT! NOW YOU TWO WILL SIT DOWN AND SHUTTUP OR SO HELP ME GOD I WILL MAKE PUBERTY TWICE AS PAINFUL AND AWKWARD!" I think the whole quad went quiet, then everyone burst out laughing, including me. "Anyway," I giggled, not able to stop laughing, "What the hell were you two fighting about?" Tristan spoke up first. "Emily went all Leatherface on her birdhouse in woodshop. She's all NEEERRRRGGHHHHCHKCHKCHK, whoops!" "Well at least I tried to make something," Emily shot back; "You just cut out an oval and painted your name on it." Before either of them started again, I ended the whole thing. "Well it sounds like both of you failed miserably. A bird and a stoner are deeply depressed. Do you guys want to go see that new Auda Sherif movie? I heard it's awful but..." I stopped midsentence, and watched as a soccer ball came flying and hit Elisha square in the face. She fell backward, good thing me and Tristan were able to catch her. Not long after, a girl in a soccer uniform came running toward us, bright red and panting. She had blonde-ish hair and lots of freckles, and her eyes looked panicked, like a feral animal with a gun pointed at its head. "OH MY GOD I AM SOOOO SORRY! ARE YOU OKAYOOOHHH MYYY GOD ARE YOU BLEEDING?" Elisha got up holding her nose. "I'm fine, just a little sore," she said, sounding like Fran Drescher. I glared at the red girl in front of me, imagining what it would be like to chop her in the neck. "OHHHHH MY GOODD ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE OKAY?" She kept saying. After getting a nod from Elisha, she stuck her hand out and proceeded to introduce herself, "Well as long as you're alright, my name is Cash Nekono."