So, Jade got kicked out of her apartment. But, at least I was able to talk them out of painting over the walls with the aurora on it. That was way too pretty to paint over. It took a lot of convincing, but I succeeded. Did you notice that they didn't even have any sympathy for us; we just got out of a major surgery! I can only What jerks. I don't understand people like that, I could only imagine what Jade was thinking. Or feeling.
She slammed the apartment door shut ad marched toward the grey elevator. When I finally caught up with her, I was almost completely out of breath; it's a long walk from her used-to-be apartment to the elevator. She was super angry, you can't even imagine. I could never imagine. I wonder what's it's like to be as mad as she always is. It must take a lot of work and getting used to be like that. I wonder how much energy she uses up to be that angry.
"Jade! Jade, hold on a second!"
"What, Cat! What could you possibly want!" Jade yelled in that sharp voice that she does so well.
I had to come up with something. And quick. Think Cat! Think! You can think up the randomest things all day, but when you actually need to focus on something you draw this huge blank!
"My dad's arrested!"
"Good for you!" She yelled. I sensed a hint of sarcasm in it.
I obviously had to elaborate on this a little bit. Just a little bit.
"No, Jade, you don't get it, we can go to my house."
Jade seemed to calm down just a little bit. Her face was a shade of red from all the anger that was being built up. Letting all that steam out at once cannot be healthy. I don't see how it possibly could. Bu other than that, I think she was starting to catch on to what I was saying.
"Cat… are you sure you're ok with that. I mean, I thought you would never want to go back to that place."
I thought it over for a little bit. It's true; the place does hold very many bad memories. But then again, the only reasons they were bad was because I was alone. Sure, there were people there and all, but not very friendly people. Ok, I'll admit, that's a pretty bad thing to say about your family; but it is so true. You know what they did to me! Or, should I say, what my dad did to me and what my mom and brother didn't…
"I'm fine with it; we could paint over those boring old white walls!"
Jade looked at me kind of funny.
"But your walls are all pink, aren't they?"
"Well, yeah… But not the whole house is. The rest of the walls are all boring and brown! We could paint them the way we did with the walls in you ex-apartment!"
Jade let out one of those rare giggles. Not that one that she gives when she's planning something devious, but one that actually held some joy…
"All of them?"
"We can do whatever you want. It could be like a little buddy project!"
I'm just glad that Jade had finally settled down long enough for me to throw in some ideas. It was basically just some rambling about flowers and butterflies coming out of my mouth. I know I must have been irritating her, but oddly enough she didn't show it. In fact, she actually seemed like she was listening to me.
I liked having people listening to me. It left a sweet feeling in my whole entire body. If you couldn't guess already, not a lot of people like to listen to me that often. Especially not any of the adults, with the exception of Sikowitz. They didn't even bother to try to figure out what I'm saying.
I don't know why exactly, but the memory of when we first met popped into my head. I remember it so vividly, almost as if it just happened yesterday. It's probably one of my favorite memories of all time. It was my very first happy memory. I just love thinking about it.