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Chapter 5 "Not So Very Convincing"
Fresh garlic mashed potatoes, Gourmet style meatloaf, and a homemade caesar salad, top that with fresh made from scratch gravy and you have a heart attack on a plate. I ate my salad quickly it's been a long day. Then I pushed around the other stuff on my plate. It tasted great in general, but the flavors of family dinner were tainting my food and appetite.
"So I said to the man: No you are wrong I did not cash the check. He just looks at me so sure I was at fault. Then he goes: I'm sure you did because I don't have it." Dad chuckles. "Now I know that I'm right. I know that I didn't do what he's accusing me of so I look him right in the eyes and say: Did you check the secondary safe with the double locks and three shelf holding space? He looked at me and his eyes widened in horror. Ha! The halfwit didn't even give me the check in the first place. What an ignoramus." Dad laughed as did the rest of the family. I looked on in total confusion.
One, that makes no sense as far as I'm concerned. Two, how in the world is that funny. Finale three, can't you just say stupid or dumb, who uses words like ignoramus and halfwit?
"Your right honey, such a cretin." I guess my family does.
Mom scoffed out the words then proceeded to take bird bites out of her meatloaf.
Another reason to dread family dinners. She believes that you gain less pounds when you eat slowly. The whole family must stay at the table till the last one finishes, which is always mom. So I get stuck listening to work stories and middle school dramas.
I don't know why we can't just drink soup. We always have to eat stuff like Steak or some other lengthy food item.
"Caity dear are you ready for your class trip this week?" Mom asked with such interest and concern. My meatloaf almost made a second appearance.
My sister smiled lovingly as the cold women I call mom. "Yup. I can't wait, Florida's gonna be so awesome!" She shrieked excitedly.
"Remind me to give you your money before you go sweetie pie." Dad smiled tapping his wallet stuffed into his back pocket. "I added a few extra hundreds for you."
"Thank you daddy!" Caity squealed.
The day of my Florida trip my father left an envelop on a fridge and my mother didn't even wish me goodbye. I had to beg for weeks before they finally let me go. When I did go they packed up and went on vacation to San Francisco. I didn't find out till the day I got home and found a note on the counter with a hundred dollar bill attached to it.
"Make sure you take a lot of pictures. I wanna see everything!" Mom chirped.
Is it so bad that I wanna vomit?
"Your gonna drive me to the airport right?" The little blonde asked in a small voice.
"Of course!" Dad reassured her. There were happy little smiles exchanged. I might as well have been invisible. I felt like a bystander observing. They weren't my family. Maybe mom and I shared the same blonde hair and blue eyes. Maybe I had my dads smile ears. Maybe my sister had the same shape head as me. So what! It didn't mean shit to them so it doesn't mean shit to me.
"Sweetie that reminds me I need to get my safety sticker changed on the Aston." Dad said taking out his PDA.
"Spencer is your sticker up to date?" Mom asked in a snide voice.
"No." However, good for you for remembering my name.
"Well, why haven't you?" She asked sternly.
"I've been busy." I spat under a clenched jaw. My hands were in fist on my sides.
"Please." Mom responded in a joking voice. "What's got you so busy?"
"School, community service, stuff." I had to take deep breaths and sit on my hands. I looked to my dad for some help, it was slim to nothing but I had hope.
"Get it done." Dad said in a flat voice. It was nothing like the tone he used for Caitlyn.
"All right." I responded softly. No one heard. They just continued talking amongst themselves.
"Oh before I forget to mention..." Mom said waving her hands to gain attention. "Arthur and I are going on vacation to Tahiti while Caity is in Florida. Spencer you'll be ok by yourself." It was a statement not a question.
"When are you leaving?" I asked. This was typical of them.
"Same day as Caity." Dad replied.
I nodded my acknowledgment as they started to discuss vacation plans.
Great...
Dinner ended and they day passed. Now here I am bored at school, listening to Madison talk. ENDLESSLY.
"So I think he likes me but I don't know. He's so mysterious, but in a sexy vampire way. Not at all moody like Edward Cullen. More Like Damon Salvatore from Vampire diaries, without all the gore. Maybe he'll..."
Kill me now. Just do it. I can't take another minute more of Madison's endless rambles. She dumped Jordan and is already obsessing over some new vampire, apparently. I come to school with a fuel tank full of attention. That tank gets used up little by little during each class. So when people like Madison come and drain half of it, I'm left running on empty for the rest of the day. With every breath my dial was leaning more and more towards E.
"Hey Madison do you-" I tried to cut her off. Key word Try.
"He has this long luscious hair. Oh my god Spence you need to see it..." She cut me off and completely ignored me. Again.
"Why don't w-" I tried again.
"I think he likes me. He has a girlfriend but he was looking at me all during science. Oh and he's on the football team. I am so over basketball players..." Nope! I'm just wasting my breath.
"Wow." I replied in a dull dead voice. My eyes were lidded and my shoulders drooped. Not that it mattered. I doubt she'd even noti-
"Spencer! Are you even paying attention to me. This is a real crisis. I really like him who knows maybe he's my soulmate!" She whined.
Now I sat there with my mouth agape. So this doesn't just happen in amazingly corny movies.
"Spence!" She slammed her hands down on the hard wood table.
"I'm listening! Hot Vampire, luscious hair, girlfriend, got it!" I finally shot back.
"Good cause I really think he's the one." She says that about all of them.
Gavin, Harley, Ian, Jordan, and now Kaleb, thats his name.
Hey! She's going in alphabetical order!
"Mads how can you think he's the one? You barely know anything about him." I pointed out to my love sick friend. This is the result of to many fairytale stories as a child.
"Well, not all of us are as lucky as you." She shot back with a hair flip.
"Me?" I questioned, not following at all.
"Yeah you and Aiden." Ugh I made a face.
"He is not my soulmate." I told her flatly. No way. If thats what it feels like to have a soulmate I rather be single. He's fun and all but I can't imagining doing that every day and night for the rest of forever.
"Oh please! He's perfect." She gushed. Again I made a face.
"He is not perfect! When your boyfriend has better makeup and hair supplies than you thats usually a sign!" I pointed out using hand motions for emphasis.
"A lot of boys have makeup and hair supplies." She scoffed.
"Maybe, but how many buy Cover Girl!" I'm serious theres just something wrong with that.
"Eh its a good brand." She defended. You'd think she was the one dating the guy.
Fine but having 7 different shades of eyeliner all sharpened to perfection is just too much. I kept that one to myself. I wasn't in the mood for arguing.
"Aiden is so-" Madison cut herself off and gasped at something in the distance. I jumped back as she started to wiggle in her seat.
"What do you have? Ants in your pants? Calm down." I commanded after a few minutes of straight squirming. Her eyes were wide and her entire lower body moved. She resembled a happy puppy.
"Thats him! Right there. Look, Look, LOOK!" She pointed me roughly in the direction of a medium height boy. He was lean and tanned. Brown blonde hair styled like a surf bum. At least he had some arm muscles, a little bump on each limb. Couldn't say the same for his chicken legs though.
"He's all right." I shrugged.
Madison didn't hear she was too far into dream land. I was waiting for the drool.
There was nothing better to do so I turned back to look at him. Thats when I saw his girlfriend. Around my height skinny little arms and waist. A twig in other words, so not attractive.
Halfway during watching him he turned and caught my eye. One side of his chapped mouth raised into a smirk. He even sent me a little nod.
Gross. I turned away and looked towards my phone.
"Oh my god he just looked at me!" She squealed.
"Good for you." I mumbled while sorting through my junk mail. I get too many emails from Macy's.
"He is so-" Lucky for me the first bell signaling lunch over rand just in time. Now all I had to do was survive the walk to my next class with Mads. She walked the same rout but went to the building over.
The walk to my class takes us through the Special Education buildings and rooms.
Until today I never noticed the amount of kids coming in and out of these places. There were way more than 2 or 3. Some had adult helpers and some even had student helpers.
Everyone was passing through and I did my best to either focus on Madison or the ground. We all do it. Its not that we don't want to look at them. It feels awkward and I just never have. Whats the difference between today and yesterday?
As we were just out of the area I heard a boom. The loud noise was caused by a kid in a walker. His books had fallen. I paused in taking a step wondering if I should help. Then the second warning bell sounded and I decided to leave it for someone else. Surely there'd be another to come by and help him.
"I'll text you later." Madison called after me as she turned the corner.
"See ya!" I shouted back with one hand on the cold round door nob.
"Good afternoon Mrs. Carlin." An over happy Ms. Laubeach greeted. "Its nice of you to join us." Creepy pearly white smile inserted. "Even if you are late." Did I mention it was all fake.
Late? How the hell was I late. I wasn't even the last to come in.
"Good to see you too." Ms. Laubitch, I greeted.
She turned her attention back to the stained white board. In her curly hand writing she started to put the stuff we'd be covering up on the board.
The final bell rang as the last stragglers scrabbled to sit in their seats. I rolled my eyes at the all to familiar sight.
"Everyone take out a pen and paper. Were going to be taking notes on Merchant Of Venice. We'll be starting the book this following..." I droned. Like I said Madison had used up what little attention I had left for the teachers.
I did comply by digging through my bag for a pen though. Thats when I realized I didn't have one.
Crap! I gave my only pen to Ashley the other day. I'd meant to replace it when I got home but...eh. You know how those things go.
I looked a little deeper hoping that maybe I'd find a forgotten pen on the bottom of my bag. I had pencils but this teacher was crazy about ink. If you don't write in ink she'll trash your paper.
"Ugh!" I groaned softly. When it was apparent that no pen was gonna come flying out of my Juicy Couture I dropped the black bag to the ground. On my desk I had a crisp pice of folder paper with only one crease down the middle sitting in its lonesome.
"Here." I turned to my left.
"I have extra." A blue ballpoint pen was handed to me and I offered the person a tiny smile. The girl pushed her glasses up and offered me one back, twice as big.
I studied the pen completely confused as to why she would help me out. It was a plain blue ink with a white casing and plastic cover. On the end of the pen was her name written out in a black sharpie. I'd thought people had stopped doing that after third grade.
I decided to leave it be. I was over thinking this, its a pen. I wasn't going to bite the had that fed me either. So instead I brushed my thumb against the name again.
Thanks Rachel?
Yes, that Rachel. The one that now has a coffee stains on her books and clothing. The one with the ugly car and nerdy glasses. Some people are just to kind. Yet, if it weren't for her I'd be getting a demerit right now.
So thanks Rachel.
x x x
Ashley P.O.V.
I saw her at King High. I saw her act all high and noble probably thinking she was doing her brunette friend a favor by helping her insult the poor girl on the floor. I didn't know the girl. I felt for her though. I stood from a distance but I saw the fear. I could tell she was stammering. I knew the feeling well.
It was sickening. I felt it physically and mentally. I wanted to punch the blonde.
I didn't even realize she went to that school. The only reason I was here was to pick up an application. Aunty Lisa my nurse thinks it may be a good idea for me to try the whole public schooling thing. She thinks I should get ready for the real world. I think thats stupid and I don't wanna go. I don't like changes. It took them an hour to convince me that Spencer coming was a good thing. I through a tantrum and stormed out of there. I do not like my routine messed up.
Thats the Aspergers for you.
I didn't see her at first. The blonde hair bright as the sun was what caught my eye. I'd finished turning in my application, and was just walking towards the parking lot. Still stomping my feet in protest if I may add.
When I saw her something captivated me. I just had to stop and stare as she and her friend walked along a narrow sidewalk to their class.
I saw it like slow motion. A little unsuspecting girl on her way to class, probably rushing, swings open the door in her haste to make it on time. She doesn't suspect there to be someone on the other side, and when there is ends up just as smashed as the brunette. Her books fall and a coffee spews everywhere. It was an honest mistake.
I mean how could that not happen with those wide doors swinging out like that, and who designed the sidewalk so narrow. Your just asking for it.
I couldn't hear but visuals where all I needed. When Spencer in all her Goldie lock glory finally noticed me I was walking away. I didn't need to stick around to see her clueless face. It was perfect Aunty Liz was just pulling up in her Highlander. I hopped in without another look at her sorry face.
Thats what fueled me to finish the devil picture. I even added the flames.
Her pathetic attempt at making a crane was what fueled me to roll her pen towards her. I couldn't let her leave without her pen. I'm an artist I know what its like to not be able to find something when you want it. That irritation that burns at you till the room is practically in ruins from your persistent searching.
So I gave her the pen and she gave it back to me.
I'm still rather mad at her. I can't forgive something so heartless so easily but I'm not gonna go around bad mouthing her. I don't know her. As much as I want to just say that she's horrible person and move on theres something in me that's causing my resolve to crumble. I'm talking bread crumbs not landslide though. It might be the smile she got after giving me the pen. Could be the way her voice drops when she mentioned her parents that one time. I can relate.
I know the situation with my family is pretty bad. For lack of better words. Honestly though I don't remember them all that much. Aunty Lisa is my parent. She's been here since day one. She was the nurse that informed my parents that Autism didn't have a cure. She was the one that set up my room. She did it all and she still does. She's a very talented nurse. Was even offered a place in a big hospital where things actually worked. She turned it all down though to stay with me.
She's the closest thing I have to family and she is the only one I need as family. I feel comfortable around her and thats all I want.
I can't really judge Spencer. If I do I'm no better than her. I know for fact that everyone has a story. I don't know hers. So even though she's probably judging others without knowing their stories I'm gonna be the bigger person. See how that makes her feel.
Now here I am studying the black pen. I'd never seen anything like it before. The best I ever had was one of those Pilot G2's if I was lucky I'd get my hands on a .5 version. Only if I was lucky.
This was different. It was a Pilot Hi-Tech-C so it said. The cap told me it was a .4, even better than .5. I took a crumpled piece of origami paper that I wan't gonna use and tested it out. Gel ink, thin, and doesn't skip. I liked it.
Its so funny how something as small as a half used second hand pen could put a smile on my face. The first one today.
I pushed the folded birds, frogs, and other things aside, and took a clean crisp sheet of paper out of my folder.
I just started to scribble unable to think of something really good to draw. I really just wanted to use the pen. I ended up with an ink sketch of a beach. No shockers there. After that I decided to put the pen away somewhere special.
Well, Blondie was gone and now I'm free for the day. I struggled through my schooling earlier. I figured it better to get the harder things out of the way and have the day ahead clear and stress free.
Lunch was served and it was gross. It all taste the same though I never complain unless my food is touching. Something that just irks me to no end.
I'm glad the girl was able to entertain herself today. She didn't ask to many questions.
Okay thats a lie. She asked, she just didn't wait a ridiculously long time for an answer that wasn't coming. It was all pretty decent once she stopped staring at me. I'm usually unbothered by those things. Many people stare.
I think it was her blue eyes. I never got a good look but I know their unnaturally blue. I bet they're equipped with some time of laser rays. Rich people can get those things right?
Ooh I just got a new drawing idea!
I'd probably do some type of craft till dinner, maybe take a walk outside. It can't be healthy to breath all this central air all day and night. After dinner I'll listen to some music. Then go to bed. Not a very exciting life. Yet thats my routine. Its the only one I've ever known and will probably ever know...
Today is Friday, and after today I don't see Blondie till Monday.
"She should be here soon." Lisa announced sitting on a roller chair with an apple and the newest edition of Elle.
"Eh." I shrugged. My craft of the day was beading. I know most kids stop doing that after the age of 5 but I like it. I use the real stuff not the plastic. Its really not hard. Crystals and seed beads are my favorite. Most people think once you use up all the different color combinations then your done but theres so much more you can do with it.
I was busy measuring out a 18 inch piece of wire for myself, and even a 7 inch piece for Spencer who was gonna be here soon. Normally I'd just let her do her own thing but today I was feeling kind.
Maybe it was the fact that my period just ended. No more cramps, makes for a more pleasant me.
I set aside her wire on the chair she normally sits on.
After studying the digital wall clock for a good minute I read it, 3:15. She was late, as always.
"Hi! Sorry I got held up in class." She spoke the words in a rushed fashion as her eyes scanned the room. It was an excuse. I wouldn't tell her but I know she sits in her car a good 10 minutes then stands outside the door for another 5. She may always be late but she always perfectly late. Exactly 15 minutes each time.
"Sup Nurse Liz!" She greeted jokingly, Lisa just waved a hand not bothering to look up. Very unlike her but very suitable for the blonde. Spencer smirked then reached for the seat. I cringed as the metal chair legs scraped against the tile. Still hate that.
"Hi Ashley." Still oblivious.
Of course I didn't have to tell you that I didn't look up. I just continued to beed. I don't like eye contact. I still don't like new people. I do kinda like giving her a hard time though.
"So I hope you had a nice day after I left." She said again with the finger tapping.
I just played around with my beads. I was thinking of a weaving kind of pattern.
"So...can I use this." She asked referring to the wire I cut for her.
"Um... If you don't want me to have it say something." She looked at me almost hoping that I would take it away.
"All right. It was a poor attempt, but I tried." She shrugged. I watched from behind the curtain of my hair. She studied the wire in her hands and looked down at the small ziplock full of colorful seed beads.
I continued my equation while watching her try to put the bead on the wire. See those type of beads are really tiny. Takes forever if you don't know what your doing. So this was very amusing.
Her eyebrows were scrunched up and she bit the corner of her lip in concentration. The wire and bead were up to eye level as she hunched her back over the table. I let out a few silent laughs.
"So I hung out with my boyfriend a few nights ago..." and? "We just had a party and stuff." I could tell she didn't even know where she was going with this.
"Do you have anyone special?" She asked. Oh gosh. "Right stupid questions sorry."
Spencer cleared her throat as I rolled my eyes.
"So um anyways, Aid and I just hung out..." She trailed off again. I was starting to wonder if talking about her boyfriend worked to fill in silence at her school. I've seen in work on Tv.
Wait! Her boyfriends name is Aid. Like Aids the disease. Geez suddenly my nickname Ash, dead burnt things, didn't sound so bad.
I wonder if she realizes.
I also wonder if she realizes that whenever she talks she glances nervously towards Aunty Lisa. Its as if she's not comfortable with her. I really think she has a really mild type of Aspergers. That or she's just weird. Probably the latter.
Spencer was still struggling to put the beads on the wire. She fumbled a little and a bead flicked off the wire and hit her on her nose.
I had to stifle a laugh cause I thought that was just hilarious. I do that a lot. Somethings that may not be funny to someone I find drop dead humorous. Its common with people like me. Though things vary like a normal person mine is just a little more extreme.
"Will you girls be okay in here. I Gotta run a few errands." Aunty Lisa questioned looking concerned. I waved her off while Spencer looked on in shock. This was the first time she'd seen me acknowledge someone. She had a look between shock and disbelief maybe a little insulted.
"Hello? Spencer will you be fine if I leave?" She asked the stunned blonde.
"Uh...yeah. Later Liz." The girl managed to fumble out.
The door squeaked close and I continued to bead. Can't say the same for the stunned blonde.
It took maybe four or five minutes to get over her shock. Then she just seemed bored. Awkwardness was taking over and I didn't like it. It was causing me to squirm uncomfortably.
"She's like you mom yeah?" Spencer asked. "She's not even related to you and she cares for you like a mother." The blonde commented. Her voice had taken a melancholy tone. One that I didn't like hearing on her.
She was right though. Lisa was like a mother to me.
"My own mom doesn't give a shit about me." Spencer sighed. I actually stopped what I was doing to really listen. Something in her voice was entrancing.
"She loves my sister though." She has a sister? I didn't know. "My mom and dad love my sister. Way more than they love me."
Her fingers were just pushing around the beads in front of her.
I couldn't tell if she was faking. I doubt it though. Her posture was just to fitting.
"Their going on vacation in a few days and didn't even ask me to come along. They didn't even tell me till last night." She groaned.
I felt...I felt bad for her.
There was a few moments of silence. I was trying my best to take in this new information that I had no idea was coming. While she sat probably shocked that she shared something so personal with me.
"I never told anyone how I felt about them before." Was whispered softly from her side of the table. "I know you probably won't but... Don't tell anyone, Okay?" She asked.
"I know your listening. You don't have to answer. Just don't tell." She said again. There was no threat in her words just a plead.
I won't tell Spencer.
x x x
Spencer P.O.V.
She was focused on the table edge. The worn down scratched up table edge. With a little splinter to her left and a large crack on her right.
She didn't speak, but she did hear. She even stopped playing with those irritating beads and listened. I would have been giddy like a four year old on a sugar high, had the conversation been lighter.
It felt really good to confess. Which is really what freaked me out.
I'm supposed to not care and be happy that I have free range to do whatever. I see it all the time on movies and books. The kids just don't care.
The difference is I do.
Talking to Ashley wasn't planned. I never planned to talk to anyone, really. I don't even write these things down in my journal. I don't even have a journal. Madison would never have the attention span and or compassion to listen to me. Who else is there in my life. I'm alone.
I don't regret spilling my guts. It felt kinda good. Like a breath of fresh air after lying under a heavy quilt, or that feeling you get when you brush your teeth then drink water. That chill that just cleans your insides.
I don't want to do it again, but I'm glad I did when I did. Cause it was never gonna happen again.
Once the mood subsided and brushed away like a breeze I talked about little things here and there to fill the awkwardness. Its not to bad anymore but it is uncomfortable. I've gotten really good at having oneway conversations.
I talked about Aiden again. I don't know why. It was more me complaining about my boyfriends nasty habits. Messy room, never washing his bedding, wearing to much cheap cologne, the hair. Oh lets not forget the make up. It was nice being able to rant without someone gushing about how perfect he was. Not!
I talked about school, and crafts a bit too. Nothing exciting or worth remembering.
"I was the tape Queen as a kid. I used that stuff for everything." I remember once my shirt ripped and so I taped it back together. I didn't see anything wrong so I walked around like that for an entire day. Mom was pissed.
"I even-"
"Hi. I hope I'm not interrupting but Spencer your time is up and your free to leave." Mrs Park said as she peaked her head into the room.
"Oh..." Where did that come from? The oh... "Uh, thanks I...yeah, going." My words were tripping over each other as they made it out of my mouth. I managed to get my point across though and started to pack up.
I walked quickly to the door but paused.
"Bye Ashley." I turned to say. The words were soft but she heard.
I watched her carefully. A slender right hand raised of the table an inch or two. Then it fell back like nothing ever happened.
Now could have been a fluke, a mere coincidence, but hey I'm taking it as I saw it.
She waved at me. She saying goodbye as I leave. That little wave just made my day. I get waves from friends, greeting thrown across the fields while passing through classes but that. That was special!
Again I skipped out of the room with the biggest, dumbest, goofiest grin imaginable. I looked worst then that Alice In Wonderland cat. Cheshire or whatever his name was.
She waved, she waved, SHE WAVED AT ME! Oh my fucking god this so trumps the pen. I couldn't help but imitate the little wave over and over as I walked to my car.
I passed this cart on my way to the exit. It was metal and carried the smell of hospital food. Frozen stuff warmed up in mass. Ew. The meat was gray. The sauce was gray. The peas were dull green. The fruit was pale. I felt sick looking at it. I don't even have to eat that stuff.
One plate sitting a little off to the side was labeled Ashley. Her meal was separated completely with different little dishes. I thought about it and took that into account. You know just incase something...
Nurse Liz as I like to call her was leaning against a wall covered in peeling paint.
"Hey!" Liz looked around to see who shouted and when she noticed me halted and waited for me to approach.
"What?" She asked. It wasn't rude but it wasn't standard procedure thats for sure.
"Um what can and can't Ashley eat?" She looked confused. I don't blame her. I don't know what I'm doing myself.
"Uh...anything. She doesn't have any dietary restrictions. Why?" She questioned not demanded. Her eyebrow cocked and she leaned back an inch to study my intentions.
I didn't say anything after. Just walked to the squeaking automatic door and towards my lone car in the parking lot.
I took the new information I gathered and stored it away in my head. I just wanted to know. Its not like I plan to do anything with it. I like knowing stuff and Ashley's a big mystery to me.
Thats all...
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Thank you for reading. I also really like this story cause when you upset or somthing its so much easier to write in this slightly angsty way instead of walking on clouds. Lol I hope that made sense it sounded better in my head... Kinda.
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