A/N I'm sorry. That is all.

Chapter 11: Kurt

I didn't see Mr. Lumberjack for a long time after that. I'd started calling him Mr. Lumberjack after we spent one day in school talking about jobs we can have when we grow up and when my teacher showed us a picture of a lumberjack, or someone who collects wood from trees, I thought that the guy in the picture looked just like Burt.

It might sound super weird, but I kind of missed him. I really just missed making fun of him though. It was easy to out smart him.

Sarah came skipping up to me during craft time today as I was painting a picture of a cat.

"Guess what?" she whispered in my ear.

"What?" I whispered back, getting excited.

I loved secrets, I was the best at hiding them. Like my mom still has no clue that it was my friend Jimmy who broke her favorite plate made out of this stuff called china that costs a lot of money. We blamed it on the cat and she believed us.

"My daddy is getting married!" she squealed loudly.

I plugged my ears because Sarah's squealing was hurting my ears. I didn't really get what the big deal was. I'd been to a wedding before. It was for my mom's best friend back in Minneapolis last year. I didn't like it very much. I had to wear a suit even though it was July so I was really hot, everyone was crying for no reason, and everyone was just looking up at these two people the whole time but I couldn't see them because I was too short.

"Well," Sarah hissed, jerking me back, "isn't that exciting?"

I shrugged and picking up my paintbrush, continuing on my amazing creation. I guess I should've at least acted a little more interested because Sarah got really mad.

"Why are you acting like it's no big deal?" she demanded.

I shrugged again. "Maybe because it isn't a big deal," I shot back.

Sarah huffed angrily and crossed her arms. "It is to a big deal! My daddy says that he loves my new mommy and I love her too. She's going to be way better than my old mommy."

I laughed. Sarah was so stupid. "Your new mommy is never going to be any better, Sarah. Just give a while. One day you'll be all nice and happy, and the next she will leave you and your daddy all alone, just wait and see."

Sarah looked really, really mad now, and kind of hurt. "You're a jerk, Kurt. I hate you."

I sighed and turned back to my painting, but all of a sudden, painting didn't seem like that much fun anymore. I felt bad. Just because I couldn't have a new daddy doesn't mean that I should be a jerk to Sarah for getting a new mommy. She deserved a new mommy to take care of her. Her old mommy was dead because she was what my mom called an...What's that word again? Oh right, she was an alcoholic. I don't know what it means but Mom said it's when you drink stuff that's bad for you and it makes you stupid and do stupid things.

Mom said that when people try to drive after they drink the bad stuff, they can get into car wrecks because they can't see or something. Mom said that's what happened to Sarah's old mommy.

I sat down my paintbrush and ran to find Sarah. She was in the corner playing with some Barbies.

"Hey," I said softly.

She didn't even look at me, just scooted away so she was facing the wall. I sat down on the floor next to her.

"I'm sorry Sarah, I'm sure you're new mommy is great. I'm just being a little green monster," I said.

Sarah scooted back around and looked at me. "A little green monster?" she asked, "What's that?"

"It's something that my mom said. She said that when someone is being jealous of another person, they are being a little green monster."

"Why would you be jealous of me?" Sarah asked.

"Cause you get a new mommy," I said, "I always want a new daddy but all the guys my mom goes out with turn out to be jerks."

Sarah got up and gave me a hug. "I'm sorry. I used to think that I would never get a new mommy, but all of a sudden, there she was. You'll get a daddy someday."

She looked at the Barbies she was playing with and then at me. "Wanna play Barbies with me? I'm making Ken and Barbie get married."

"Sure!" I said.

She handed me Ken and I tried to remember what happened at my mom's best friend's wedding and redo that. I don't think that real weddings have a horse for the priest guy or promises to share toys as long as we both shall live, but it was a lot of fun.

After Ken and Barbie had danced at the party after their wedding, Sarah and I tried to find a new couple to get married.

"We only have one boy doll," Sarah sighed. "And Ken needs to stay with Barbie forever."

"I know," I replied seriously.

We looked around for a second boy doll for a few minutes and then I got an idea. "I know! We could make two girls get married. We have way more girl dolls than boy dolls anyway."

Sarah looked thoughtful for a moment. "I don't know. My parents told me that boys should only marry girls and girls should only marry boys. I don't think that they're right though."

I nodded. "It's just love, right? Adults are always saying that falling in love is the best thing that can happen to two people. That's what counts."

Sarah agreed. We had another wedding between other two Barbies. It was a lot of fun.

Sorry for the crappy ending.

Peace, Love, Glee

Julez