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The next few days passed by quickly, and soon enough flyers were being passed out for winter activities. I looked at almost every single one, pondering on which one I would try. Yep, that was me. Never sticking with a sport but going through a season and then trying a next sport the following year.
"So what are you thinking this year?" Thomas asked me. We were wandering the halls, slowly making our way home.
"No idea," I replied as we passed another flyer. It was for basketball. Not my taste anymore. Sure a lot of people were trying to get me to play it, but it wasn't my thing.
"What haven't you tired?" he requestioned. I chuckled. That was a good question.
"Not sure," I smiled at him, "I think I've tried every sport I ever could." He laughed and looked to his side. Then he stopped. Obviously that made me stop too.
"Whatcha looking at?" I asked looking around him. He looked back at me with a grin.
"Have you ever tried Alpine Skiing?" I stared at him. Then I burst out laughing.
"Where did you come up with that idea?" I asked. He pointed at a flyer. Alpine ski team. Dang. I didn't actually think our school had a team.
"Did you think I was lying?" he asked. I shook my head. Last thing I needed him to think.
"We should probably head out soon," I said, looking around at the now quiet halls. Something you don't really have here at school.
"Yeah… hey do you know what sport Kyle plays?" I froze at Kyle's name, just because I hadn't heard it in a long time. But I quickly composed my face.
"He plays basketball. Why?" I asked.
"Do I have to sign him up or something?" he asked. I laughed.
"If he didn't sign himself up it's his fault. He should've been signed up a while ago anyways. I think they've already started practicing," I replied. It was almost the end of the month. I was pretty sure that basketball started this week in fact.
"Don't you have to choose pretty quickly than? I mean, if basketball's started, hasn't a lot of other sports started too?" he asked. That was a good point. I guess my options were getting smaller every day.
"Yeah. I probably do."
~*~*~*~
So I had a regular morning. The usual get up, get dressed, brush teeth, yada yada. I got to school and Thomas was waiting outside for me.
"Choose what sport you're going to do?" he asked.
"Not really," I replied. "I was going to go to the athletic office and see what sports haven't started yet, and that I might want to try." He laughed. Yeah, normal kids probably would be doing that… they would probably have their own little sport that they play year after year.
"Well that's another way to do it," Thomas laughed. I shrugged. Yeah I guess it was. We walked into the office and the most cheery looking lady looked up.
"Can I help you?" she asked in a sickly sweet voice. I saw Thomas slightly cringe in the corner of my eye.
"I need to know what winter sports haven't started," I replied a little slowly. She gave a great big smile and went to her computer.
"Alpine skiing, hmm….," she trailed off searching through her computer. I glanced at Thomas and he gave me a look that read 'alpine-ski-is-really-calling-your-name'. I sighed. Maybe it was my thing.
"That's all I need. Thank you," I told her. She quickly looked up and flashed me a smile before getting back to work. We exited her office in awkward silence.
"Well she was cheery." Thomas and I looked at each other and cracked up. Then we just headed off to class.
~*~*~*~
I got home and for once my parents were home. I mean not that they don't come home, just they usually come home later, like around 5. Not 2:47 like it was.
"Hey," I said sitting in the living room. Mace went upstairs and Grant went into the kitchen for his after school snack. What a pig.
"Cammie, do you want to try driving?" mom asked me. I sat there a little stunned. Well gee, let's just throw that on me. I mean they wouldn't let me take it back at home, but they will here?
"Sure," I blurted out. How could I pass up an opportunity like that? My parents smiled.
"Good, we already signed you up," dad told me. I sat there. They already signed me up? Well saves me the trouble I guess.
"And you're first class is in an hour," mom added on. Whoa, now that was news. I had to write an essay today.
"I-" I couldn't even finish my sentence before the phone went off. Dad went running off, saying it was probably a call from work since he left a little early. Mom smiled before she went to go see what business call got. I got up and went to my room to get started on my homework.
~*~*~*~
"Three hour class with a ten paragraph essay. Nice," Thomas smirked as I told him about my day yesterday. I stayed up late and I had bags under my eyes. "You definetly look like you could use some sleep." I laughed.
"Yeah, and so we were taking notes and all this crap. It was so boring. Think about it! Three hours!" I complained. He shrugged.
"Wish I could help," he told me. Liar.
"Liar," I replied. He just grinned. We walked into home ec. Zach wasn't in gym today so it should be a peaceful class today. But it also made me wonder where Zach was. I pushed it out of my mind we took our seats.
The class went by like a breeze, and we made cake. It was great. Our table's cake was the only cake that failed. We didn't fail for the day and got our credit, but our cake totally didn't look… edible to say the least. Our table consisted of Thomas, Sara, Orrick, and me. We got a kick out of it in the end.
Before I knew it it was lunch. They changed the menu on me and they were serving the grossest thing in the world. School made cheese pizza. I mean, I have nothing against cheese pizza.
But the ones at school? Don't go near 'em.
"Cammie, you should really eat something," Grant told me. I rolled my eyes. Everyone thought I was going to start and starve myself.
"Guys, look. It's one lunch. It's school made cheese pizza," I tried reasoning. They looked at me with accusing eyes. "Come on guys! None of you are eating it either!" I had them there. No one said anything after that. We just had normal lunch at it all went well. The whole day passed by quickly and the normal routine went on. Go home, do homework, eat food, homework, shower, usually more homework, than sleep. I peeked out my curtain and Zach's room was drawn. I sighed and shut the curtain. No use worrying about him.
I woke up the next morning. My room smelled. Rather it didn't smell how it normally smelled. I looked around, looking for the source of this smell. Than I realized that I had a couple roses on my desk near my head. Ahhh, that's why it smelled so strong. Most likely it didn't smell that bad like on the other side of my room. I looked for a note or something explaining why there were roses in my room. I couldn't find a single note so I gave up and got ready for school. Before we left I ran downstairs and got a vase, then went back upstairs to put the roses in it so they wouldn't die right away. They would probably die quickly anyways but that was alright. After that we raced off to school. Since we had a car to ride to school in, we would always sleep in… and sometimes that sleeping in went a little far and we would find ourselves a tad late. But we've never been tardy, which is amazing.
I was in gym and Zach wasn't there… again. I was pretty sure our school had a rule of being tardy or late 10 times and you failed that course. I was pretty confident that Zach had been gone for 11 days now. So it must've been that he was actually sick and he had a doctor's note. Whatever. I went on with school, and had fun. Or as much fun you can have in school. The next day was just the same. Except something went wrong.
Home economics.
So our table was just normally making the pizza we were supposed to be.
There was no way we knew that some of the 'materials' were explosive.
Who gives explosive things out to high school students? I know I wouldn't.
Well our oven exploded and I slowly got up, Thomas following suit. We were both coughing and the sprinklers were going off. In other words it was a real miserable situation.
"Who blew up the oven?!" our teacher screeched. Or as much as a person can screech in a smoky room.
"I think it was ours?" I replied before my brain caught up with my mouth.
"DETENTION!" she shrieked.
So that brings us to the present. I was in the gym with Thomas, Sara, and Orrick cleaning it. Yeah, our punishment was to clean the whole school. Everyone got to leave early while four students had to clean the whole school. Could this day get any worse? We had managed to get everything else cleaned up within 4 hours. So we were still making good time. I mean, if we cleaned the gym within 2 hours we would get out before school did! But we still weren't happy that the 4 of us had to clean the WHOLE entire school.
"Damn, we sure fucked up," Orrick said climbing the bleachers. Work from top to bottom. It was the easiest way to clean we discovered.
"Well it would've been nice to be told that that spice was explosive at certain temperatures," Thomas replied. That was a good point. We could have been notified.
"Normal students don't cook their pizzas at 500 degrees so that it only takes 5 minutes to bake," Sara said chuckling. I had to laugh too. We sure didn't follow directions. We sort of did things on our own. But half the time it worked. We usually had about 30 minutes of study hall.
"NO LAUGHING!" we all whipped around to see some teacher. Never seen her before. "We expect that the banners be cleaned too," she glared from under her glasses. My hand shot up like a little school girl's. "What?" she exhaustedly asked.
"How do we get the banners down from the ceiling?" I asked. Hopefully we wouldn't be able to do it.
"Use those ropes over there," she replied, pointing her finger to the corner. Oh. Well that sucked. Before I could say anything else she was gone. Wow, such a cheery person. So we cleaned the rest of the gym, and all that was left to do was the floor and banners.
That was when I got my marvelous idea.
"Hey guys! I got an idea!" I yelled out.
"It better not be stupid," Orrick called back from sitting on top of the bleachers.
"And it better work fast," Thomas muttered.
"It's a two in one job," I replied.
"Let's hear it, we got nothing to lose," Sara called from across the floor. She had brought in the mops and crap. Ahh soap. Just made everything easier.
"What if we soaped up the floor and washed the banner at the same time. Than it would be like washing the banner and cleaning the floor at once!"
"Where's all the water gona go? And the soap?" Thomas asked. Hmmm. That was a good point. Wasn't sure yet how to get rid of it.
"Well we have to clean the banners somehow, might as well have fun with it," I grinned. I ran over to Sara and grabbed the soap. It was like dishwasher soap, like the liquid kind. Than I went around spraying it all over the floor.
"What are you doing?" Thomas hissed. Yeah, they probably thought it was a crazy idea. But hey, it was a fun idea right?
"Spraying the floors!" I replied in a sing song voice. Suddenly I felt water rush by my feet. I looked back and Sara dumped the whole bucket of water on the floor and running to go get more.
"Are you guys crazy?!" Orrick yelled from on top of the bleachers. I didn't see him moving at all. I shrugged. I knew it would be fun anyways. Might as well have fun doing something boring. I kept soaping the floors and Sara kept bringing water. Soon the whole gym floor was wet (not that it wasn't already from the sprinklers) and little bubbles were starting to form. I grabbed the mop and started swishing it this way and that. Our gym was going to be a car wash in a minute.
Just as I said, the gym was pretty bubbly in that minute. Sara had also grabbed a mop and we were mixing the soap and water. The bubbles were about at our mid shins.
"This probably wasn't the smartest idea in the book," Thomas shouted across the gym. I looked over and laughed. The bubbles were already by his knees, and his eyes were wider than usual. Sara and I looked at each other and shrugged. We didn't care. We were having fun. They didn't have too. Plus we were doing most of the cleaning. Orrick usually supervised after he got everything off the walls and counters. The floor wasn't his problem. Thomas helped a little of everything, and Sara and I got the floors. So we were tired of just mopping or waxing. It was time for some fun.
By now the soap was about waist high, and Thomas looked almost terrified. I laughed at his expression. Orrick looked unamused. I'm sure he wasn't planning on helping cleaning this mess up. Sara and I, well were ready to start washing banners. I ran (or as much as you can without slipping) to the ropes and started lowering the first banner. We had about twenty of them so this may take a while.
Well we got it down and Sara and I plopped down in the middle of the bubbles and started cleaning. Well mostly we scrubbed with a sponge. That went on for a while until we got bored with it. We still had about 7 banners left and we had soooo many bubbles, it was a waste not to use them all. That's when I got another one of my oh-so-brilliant ideas.
I let the banner we were going to work on down, but then I let down another. They all stared at me. Or rather Sara looked like she wanted to know what I was doing so she could have fun, and the boys stared at me hoping I knew what I was doing and not screw up.
I was in a daring mood today. What can I say?
I got over to the two banners and started unhooking them from the rope.
"I don't like this idea already," Orrick called from on top of the bleachers.
"Put a sock in it!" Sara yelled back. "Maybe if you were helping us we would take some of your advice!" I laughed. He just rolled his eyes and stayed where he was. "So what now Cammie?" she asked once the banners were detached from the rope. We had a whole gym, two banners, and a whole floor of soap.
"Banner sledding," I replied. She looked at me confused. I would be too so I just chuckled. "We leave the banners on the floor about mid-way, than we run, and then jump on the banners. We'll see who goes the farthest." Yeah, I thought of those most. When it came to cleaning, I always thought of sliding through something. It's just the way I am.
"That doesn't sound like a good plan," Orrick replied to me. "What if we tore the banners? Then we would be in deep shit."
"Look, there's soap and water on the ground. Plus we cleaned everything off the floor remember? We cleaned that so we could wash the floor. I'm just trying to kill two birds with one stone," I smirked back. He just rolled his eyes (again) and laid back.
"Cammie! Let's race!" I looked back to see Sara set everything up, and she was ready to run. I laughed. This would sure be dangerous, but whatever. I walked over and Thomas walked to the other end. He was going to be the judge of this round.
"Ready! Set! GO!" he shouted from across the room. Sara and I sprinted towards the banners, but we kept slipping. It was funny, and we kept trying to run full speed onto the banners. Finally we were close enough and I took a dive onto the banner. She was close beside me. We went flying. I didn't think it would work out too well, but it worked just fine. I jumped off the banner before I went flying into the wall.
"Well that looks like a pretty good wash," Sara smiled. I laughed. Yeah. The banners were all soapy and there was a scar in the soap where we just came sliding through. We turned the banners over and put them mid gym. Thomas took my place and I went down to the other end. The whole banner sliding thing was going smoothly. We could probably use this as a game… such as a fundraiser… the school would never do it though.
So we kept sliding, washing the next to the next. We finally got all of them washed, but we still wanted to slide so we kept two of the banners down. Even after a while Orrick came out to slide with us. It was fun. And just like that the time was 5. we had been playing with these banners for over 4 hours. I told them that and we all laughed. Finally we put the banners back up and cleaned up the gym. Well we somehow managed to. Well just leave it at, it took a long time.
After that whole thing though, and all of that fun, I don't think mind getting in a lot of trouble. Or rather getting forced to clean the whole school.
~*~*~*~
"Cam, look!" My head whipped over to see Thomas side tracked at another sign.
"Thomas, if you keep getting side tracked by all these dang signs we're going to be late to class. AGAIN." We were walking to home ec when he got sidetracked by another stupid sign.
"This one's about a dance!" he grinned. Oh man, this is not something I need right now. The last one was about some party.
"Thomas, come on," I said trying again. "If we're late for this class, we could get stuck cleaning the outside of school!" That made him move. I laughed as he jogged down the hall. Leaving me behind this time.
"Come on slow poke! I don't want to clean the outside of school, even if you do. I don't even want to try! Even if you had some idea!" he called to me. He made me laugh so easily. I jogged up to him and we walked to class. Well partly. We were a few doors away when we got a glimpse of the clock. We had 52 seconds. We didn't exactly stroll to class anymore. We booked it. We made it in just as the bell went off. Mrs. Gilbertson glared, but didn't say anything. Talk about just making it. We got to our seats and Orrick and Sara snickered. I rolled my eyes. Come on, it wasn't like we were late.
"Way to show up guys," Sara joked.
"Well if Tommy, boy over here would stop looking at signs-"
"Hey, you were equally interested in the first one," Thomas tried to defend. Key word tried.
"It was about a party," I told them.
"You lie," Orrick said to Thomas. Sara giggled.
"Cammie never parties. It's almost like a reputation! If she showed up, man… you could go down in HISTORY!" Sara shouted. She than blushed realizing she said that that loudly. Mrs. Gilbertson glared at our table, but that wasn't uncommon. So we made our little dealio of the day which happened to be bread. Well our group being our group finished early. So we had a study hall. Mrs. Gilbertson tasted our bread and sighed. Somehow we were always the best cooks in class. So the bell went off and I ran to computer art. Ah the fun of computer art. I plopped down in the chair next to Jonas.
"Hey Cammie," he said, never taking his eyes from his computer screen.
"Addict," I said right back.
"Hey, just because I'm good with computers-"
"Blah, blah, blah," I cut him off. He shrugged and went back to his work.
"So what are we 'creating'?" I asked. So far in this class all we had done was screw around and learn some art stuff. Well maybe more than that… we had to learn how to use the program first, than he made us go through all these tutorials. But whatever. I understood what was going on. Heck, anyone next to Jonas would be able to figure it out in a second, otherwise he would simplify and you would understand just like that.
"Three places for the eye using the information we know," he replied. Our computer art was more like getting to use and play with photoshop. In other words it was fun.
I watched Jonas a lot, trying to get a good idea. He was just solid, doing his thing. Before I knew it the bell rang.
"Did you get anything done?" Jonas asked me. I laughed.
"Nope," I replied. He sighed.
"Do you need help?" he questioned.
"Yep," I replied laughing. He shook his head but promised to help me after school. I had the greatest friends.
The rest of the day went by in a blur, and nothing really stuck. Finally the day was over and I went to the computer room. I walked in and saw Jonas and Liz laughing at something on the computer.
"Aww, look at the lovebirds," I called. I was able to slip in unnoticed. They both jumped up startled.
"Hi Cammie!" Liz smiled.
"She accomplished nothing in computer art today," Jonas told Liz. Wow. Just tell her everything. I mean, duh. Why would I be here otherwise?
"I could see it," Liz laughed. She was always so happy and cheery. Never seen her mad once. Or cold. Well actually before when I had to go get her to introduce her to Jonas… but other wise nada.
So Jonas had to help me, with inputs from Liz. Finally I was about the same point as Jonas was. Which was pretty good.
"You have a solid base," Jonas told me.
"That's good," I replied. They left and I went home. It was a peaceful walk. The leaves were falling and you could tell that it was fall. I stepped on the leaves and listened to them crunch underneath my feet.
As I got home I stopped in the drive way. A certain someone was sitting on the balcony, letting his legs fall towards the ground. A certain someone I hadn't seen in a long time.
That certain someone being Zach.