December 21, 2012: C
Sighing, I drummed my hands on my hip as I trotted down the stairs, trying to think of anything but Max. My dad grunted as he walked by, nodding at me, and I nodded back, heading through the kitchen and grabbing an apple. As I took a bite, I gave in to my patheticness and wondered how I should get to know my wonderful neighbor.
Opening the garage door with my hip, I mulled over numerous options, taking another bite out of my apple. The cold air stung my skin, and I winced slightly, regretting the no-shirt decision as I tip-toed towards the garbage cans, taking another bite of my apple.
My feet were practically frozen by the time I had crossed the cement floor, and I decided that I really hated being an only child. If I had a younger sibling, they could do this for me.
Grumbling to myself, I tossed the remnants of my apple inside the bin and pressed the garage-opener button with my elbow, dragging the garbage can behind me with ease.
I set it down on the curb, and was about to go back inside, my mind switching back to the issue of Max, when low and behold, my eyes fell onto the chicken-stabber herself. Smiling, I crossed the street, pleased to have an excuse to talk to her.
Trying to be casual, I leaned against her trash can, smiling and trying to think of what to say, stuffing my hands in my jean pockets and watching as she gripped onto a recycling bin. Hey, Max. Hi! What's up? Yo? How's the chicken?
I'm an idiot.
Before I could say any of these brilliant remarks, however, Max looked up, and her eyes widened to the size of my mom's dinner plates, latching onto my bare chest. And then, she screamed a very unpleasant word and threw an egg carton at me, squeezing her eyes shut in what I believed to be terror.
And there went my ego, over there, in the corner, along with the shriveled remains of my dignity.
"What are you doing, just standing there? Quit your staring and put a shirt on!" Max shrieked, peeking at me through her fingers, which had been covering her eyes. I blinked, confused, as the egg shells clung to me.
Making a face at me, she shrieked, "SHIRT. NOW. PLEASE."
This made me start, and I took a step back, glancing down at the egg shells as she stormed back inside.
With a sigh of defeat, I turned around and trudged back inside my house.
So much for an opportunity to get to know her, I thought glumly as my mother appeared in the doorway, her eyes wide.
"Nick! What happened?" she gasped, her hands flying to her mouth.
I shook my head, sighing resignedly and walking past her up the stairs to the bathroom. "Nothing, Mom," I replied in monotone. "I'm just going to take a shower now."
Sorry! D: I totally forgot. I was working on this original story, and I've been having Friend Troubles...sorrysorrysorry! D:
Review, even though I don't deserve it, please! D:
~Anna Ride