Only four chapters left!
*crowd 'awe's'*
I know, I'm sorry. I loved writing this story before I got into a major writer's block. *sighs*
Some of you might have seen it coming, some didn't. Most of you probably didn't.
I don't know if the plot twist will happen in this chapter or the next, but I'll see.
Thank you happypen for the idea.
Sunday
Jack didn't come over today. He had a doctor's appointment and I was bored like crazy.
I was lying on my bed, staring out the window next to me. It was raining pretty hard, and I was tempted to open the window to breathe in the moist air.
I loved when it rained. My parents hate it because they claimed it always made them tired. They went to bed an hour ago.
I groaned and rolled over. I considered the possibilities of getting water in my room. A drenched room outweighed a dry one.
I sat up and walked over to the window. I looked all around and tried to study the way the rain was falling. Away.
I opened the window, and as I thought, I didn't get wet.
The water went away from my window, keeping my room dry. Except for the drips off the roof, my room was dry. I grabbed a few cups off my dresser, where I had many, half full. I dumped the water already in them out and I set the cups where the water seemed to be dripping the most.
I pulled my blanket from my bed and moved it the floor by my window. I grabbed a few pillows off of my bed, and some out of the closet. I made a nice little nest of blankets and pillows before I stood up and walked to my door.
I opened it slowly and quietly. I peeked out and looked around for my parents. A few snores came from their room.
I smiled. 'Can go on iFunny without my parents around to bug me.'
I took out my iPhone and opened the app. I looked at the collective and saw the number, 88025. I made myself promise to get to at least 87900.
I found a few boring ones. Kik's, mainly.
Dear sneeze, If you're gonna happen, happen. Don't put a stupid look on my face and leave. I laughed.
Scroll, scroll.
Instructions on my shorts:
Wash them inside out with cold/warm water.
DO NOT put them in the dryer.
DO NOT bleach them.
DO NOT bungee jump with them.
DO NOT eat them.
DO NOT pass go. I raised an eyebrow and laughed. Save.
A picture of slender. Walking by yourself at night? Why not think about me? I looked around my room and snuggled closer in my blanket. Couldn't hurt to hide.
A picture of a popsicle stick joke. What's the hardest part of a vegetable to eat? The wheelchair. I read it over again. I don't get it…
I kept scrolling.
Bad luck Brian. Finally gets a follower on twitter. Slender man. I love Slender.
Opened pack of gum. Now people have to talk to me. I know how that is.
I saw a spider in my bathtub, so I got a piece of tissue and very, very carefully, burned the house down. I laughed pretty hard on that one.
Scroll.
Keep calm and blame Dinkleberg. I miss The Fairly Odd Parents. That's my new rule to live by.
Picture of an Omegle chat.
SLOWLY, TURN AROUND
Hey
Hello wall
Slendy wants $20…
Then go to a bank
People sure love Slenderman. I have got to try this one. Save.
Another Omegle, by the same person.
SLOWLY, TURN AROUND
OH ***
OKAY
Slendy wants $20…
NOT COOL MAN
Lol I love trolling
A picture of a puzzle putting up a 'Missing' sign. A puzzle piece was on it. Bring this puzzled man his peace of mind. I studied the picture closer and saw that the puzzle was missing a piece. Haha.
Ttyl
K
Every kiss begins with k… ;)
Too bad ugly begins with U
"Oooooo…" I laughed. "Apply ice to burn."
What if Bad Luck Brian became evil… Tries to destroy humanity… cures cancer. Haha.
Scroll, scroll, scroll… gosh these stink.
Slender man is standing with people in body bags. Let's take a picture. All of the people blinked, except Slender. "No duh…" I smiled and laughed.
How much do dead batteries cost? Nothing, they're free of charge. "Har dee har har."
Scrolls…
The boxes are the same color. Don't believe me? Put a finger across the middle of the page and see for yourself. I scrunched my eyebrows together and did what it said. What? "No way…"
Save.
Scrolls…
Gay!
Ultra gay!
Ultra ultra gay!
Justin Bieber!
Twilight! Not bad. I smiled.
Scrolls…
Beer and pizza? What are you talking about, that sounds just like you!
Yep, that's me, I love me some beer and pizza. :P (not an iFunny, but still funny. Cheers to happypen)
Me watching a horror movie by myself.
I need to pee!
How the hallway looks…
I'll just turn on a couple lights. True story.
Scrolls… ooo… this guy is cute, but I'm still not gonna Kik him.
Bad luck Brian… Wins cruise ticket. Titanic.
Scrolls… School dress code is dumb. Girls can't show their shoulders? What guy is gonna look at a girl and be like, "Dang, that's a FINE shoulder."
I laughed and nodded at the comment. I bought a cute shirt over the summer, and I can't wear it because it shows my stupid shoulder.
Re-electing Obama is like backing the Titanic up and hitting the iceberg a second time. I covered my mouth and strangled to keep myself from laughing like crazy.
My dad hates Obama furiously. Save. I'll show him it tomorrow.
Scrolls…
The best way to tell someone you don't like them is to text them "370HSSV 0773H" and tell them to read it upside down. I turned my phone upside down and read it. "Hello… okay then."
Hey Patrick… I thought of something funnier than 24.
Let me hear it.
25…
Ah, I miss SpongeBob…
*Alarm set for 6:00 a.m.*
*Wakes up at 5:59*
Who else lies back down to cherish that last minute of sleep?
"I thought I was the only one…" I muttered to myself.
Hey I just met you
And this is loco
But here's four candies
You go Glen Coco
Where have I heard that from? I thought about it for a minute before scrolling on.
You got a parking ticket? How fast were you going? Say wha...?
"Oh…"
If I died, I want my friends to keep updating my status to freak people out.
I'm putting that in my will.
When someone calls 'shotgun', I yell 'Rosa Parks' and sit in the seat and refuse to move. ~ Ted.
I crinkled my nose before saving it to my pictures. I'm gonna do a few of these.
You saw a shirt for $97.
You didn't have the money for so you borrowed $50 from your mom and $50 from your dad.
$50 + $50 = $100
You bought the shirt and had $3 change.
You gave one dollar to your mom, one to your dad, and kept one for yourself.
Now you owe your mom $49 to you mom and $49 to your dad.
$49 + $49 + your $1 = $99
Where is the missing dollar?
I read it again. It didn't make sense. Why would I take that one dollar? I owed all of that $100 back, but I kept a dollar. But then I added it back, and it was $99, and… ugh.
Save. I'll show it to my Algebra teacher tomorrow.
Everyone is in a relationship, getting married, or having babies. And I'm over here like, "I like cake."
I like cake, though…
Paper due in 12 hours… I have no idea what I'm doing.
Oh, Patrick…
How women choose shampoo
This one has moisturizer, but this one has color-treated…
How men choose shampoo
This one says shampoo
How I choose shampoo
This one smells pretty
Haha. So true. Apparently, I'm 'I', and not 'women' because I got through the whole shelf of shampoo and conditioner and smell them. I like the blue one. I think it's 'Spring Water', but it smells so good.
Don't judge me by my past. I don't live there anymore. I change my mind. This is my new life lesson/quote.
Mean Girls. That 'Glen Coco' thing was from Mean Girls. "4 candies for Glen Coco! You go Glen Coco!"
Things to eat and drink in public.
Blue Gatorade in a Windex bottle.
Water in a vodka bottle.
Grape juice in a meths bottle.
Vanilla pudding in a mayonnaise jar.
Looks like I'm going to the store tomorrow.
Me: I'd like a Coke, please.
Waitress: Is Pepsi, okay?
Me: Is Monopoly money okay?
We're stopping by Wendy's tomorrow, too. They always ask that.
A thief broke into my house last night… he started searching for money so I woke up and searched with him.
...?
Le teacher: Where was the constitution signed?
Le class: Philadelphia.
Le me: It was signed at the bottom.
Teacher: That would be an acceptable answer.
Really..? That's not fair. I tried to take a test in the 7th grade, and one of the questions was how to control overpopulation. I put: The Hunger Games, but my teacher didn't say it was an acceptable answer.
Life of a Floridian during winter.
You wanna know what happens to snow in Florida? .melts.
Awe… poor Floridians. (True story)
*hears noises at night* well this is the end of me I had a good life
*gets shampoo in eyes* I guess I'm blind now how am I ever going to see my first born child
*heart is beating fast* I think I'm having a heart attack is this what cardiac arrest is
*a cop walks by* here I go about to get arrested I probably murdered someone
*taking a test* don't take your eyes off of this paper you will get caught cheating and get kicked out of school and amount to nothing
*gets sunburn* great now I have skin cancer how will I tell my parents
*tripping over something* I guess my leg will have to be amputated why did this happen to me
My life at night revolves around the first one.
Some people say single and ready to mingle
But I say… chubby, single and ready for a pringle
That's not funny (I say as I laugh). I am not chubby. I look down at my stomach and subconsciously rub it. I have only gained a few pounds. I weigh 138, last time I checked.
Best poem ever
Roses are red
violets are blue
He's for me
Not for you
By a chance
You take my place
I'll take my first
And smash your face
Pretty much how I feel around Drew. 'Nuff said.
*me taking a test*
Yes! I finally got the answer. Its 637, 159, 017.
*looks at choices* A) 12 B) 21 C) 21.5 D) 12.5
Well, I haven't used D in a while.
I seriously just used this Friday. We took a math DA test where we only knew how to do around 30% of the questions. I got a 50% with this method. 1 of about 9 who did.
How smart is your right foot?
Try this:
While sitting down, lift your right foot and make clockwise circles.
Now, while doing that, draw a number 6 in the air with your right hand. Your foot will change direction, and there's nothing you can do about it.
I sat up and took off my blanket. I put my phone down and spun my right foot in clockwise circles. I drew a number six with my right hand and then noticed that my foot did change directions.
I tried it again.
And again.
I give up.
You can only buy three items.
What do you buy to freak the cashier out the most?
I smiled and texted the picture to Jack with a side note: "Thursday. Let the games begin."
Normally, people aren't alive very early and don't have to energy to pretend other people exist.
Life of a middle school student.
Internet not working? Check online for solutions.
I rolled my eyes and stifled a laugh.
Everything's funnier when you're not allowed to laugh. That reminds me of me and Jack one day in math. (reference to chapter 5)
I don't always get phone calls. But when I do, it's from Indian people trying to sell me erasers.
Erasers..? Really..? I laughed.
Legend says, when you can't sleep at night, is because you're awake in someone else's dream.
Now, if I can't sleep ever again, I will call everyone I know. Waking them all up will makes sure that no one is dreaming about me, making me able to fall asleep.
Trying to sleep but tall me too tall for blanket.
*le cold toes
Turn 90 degrees, even worse.
My inner engineer awakes.
a*squared*+b*squared*=c*squared*
*blanket turned like diamond, covering everything* Pythagorean may you keep my toes warm and C*squared*OZY
Good to know.
(how do you make the squared thing?)
LSHMSFOAIDMT= Laughing so hard my sombrero falls off and I drop my taco.
I laughed pretty hard. I closed iFunny and opened up my texts. I texted Jack, "LSHMSFOAIDMT." He won't get it, but oh well.
Most common lies:
I won't laugh, I promise.
Your table will be ready in a few minutes.
I'm just kidding.
I never got your text.
I have read and agreed to the terms and conditions.
You will need to know this later in life.
This will only hurt a little bit.
I'm fine.
The doctor will be right with you.
No, I'm okay. I'm just tired.
Okay, just one more episode.
I'm on my way.
Sorry, my parents said no.
I have seriously said all of these lies at least once in my life.
In your bed: it's 6:00, you close your eyes for 5 minutes, it's 7:45.
At school: it's 1:30, you close your eyes for 5 minutes, it's 1:31.
True story.
Facebook post.
(blanked out)
Truth iss
(blanked out)
Truth is you spelled "is" wrong
(blanked out)
Truth is, you spelled "I'm stupid" wrong
What…?
Mommy, why am I called Petal?
Because when you were born, a petal landed on your head.
Mommy, why am I called Rose?
Because when you were born, a rose landed on your head.
My favorite color is potato.
Shut up, Brick.
That's some awful parents. I don't want to be like that…
I hope I won't be like that…
I stiffened and closed out of iFunny, when I remembered that my goal was to get to 89,700. I opened iFunny back up and saw the number on collective. 89,579
Whelp… I made it.
Monday
"I lost my water!" I ranted to Jack as I walked into the school.
"Oh my gosh," He looked at me funny, as if about to ask a question that was screaming in his mind. Then he took my shoulders and hugged me and then patted my back. "I'm so sorry."
"Nice sarcasm," I said, pushing him away from me. "I almost believed you there."
"But Kim," Jack tried to talk calmly. "Aren't you sad?"
"I can always get another one," I told him like he didn't already know and started to walk to our 1st period.
"You're so heartless!" He screamed at me. "You said you didn't want to lose your baby, and now you don't care!"
"My baby's fine!" I screamed, throwing my arms in the air. "I lost my water, not daughter! And we won't even know until Thursday."
"Omigod," He did the perfect face palm.
I laughed. "That was funny. Do it again."
"What?" He took his hand down and stared at me like Jerry stares at a math problem.
"That face palm," I said. "Do it again." He hit himself on the forehead, but messed up.
"Fail," I said, sitting down in my seat. "I bet you just because I said it, you're never gonna do it again."
(Line break of awesomeness! Muahahahahahahahaha!)
"I like your shirt," Jerry came up to me during lunch. "Who's your twin?"
This week was spirit week. Monday was twin day. "Jack."
"Of course. Why did I expect any different?" He smiled then looked around. "Where is Jack?"
I shrugged. "Bathroom."
He nodded and we stood in silence for a while. I wanted to say I had to go and leave, but I had nowhere to go anyway. "I think he took an extra stop."
Jerry pointed behind me and I cautiously turned around and followed his finger to my 'twin'.
Drew and her mob of girls were all dressed in a white V-neck shirt (tight, of course), pink skinny jeans, and a pair of white flip flops. Drew twirled her hair around her finger and tried to talk to Jack.
He was trying his best to ignore her, but she kept putting a hand on his arm flirtatiously.
I felt my face redden and my anger flare. Before I even thought about it, I was storming towards him. About halfway to them, I realized I didn't want to do this. I'd get decked. Drew was a priss, but she definitely knew how to claw people with her manicured nails (also pink, along with her twins).
I thought of everything I had learned from iFunny. Lately, I have been obsessed. 'Smile at your enemies. It makes them wonder what you're up to.'
I put an innocent smile on my face and picked up my speed.
'I love everyone. Some I love to be around, some I love to hate, and some I love to smack in the face with a brick.'
I smiled wider and walked around Jack and Drew. I came up behind them and put one arm around each shoulder. "Hey guys!"
Drew turned and raised an eyebrow at my cheeriness. I'm not really a cheery person. I can be one, but I have to lose about an ounce of my self-esteem first.
"Why don't we all sit together at lunch?" I smiled at Jack, and I swear he saw the evil glint in my eye. He forced a smile on his face and he joined in on my cheeriness.
"Yeah, Drew!" He motioned to the cafeteria. "Let's eat lunch together!"
I could see that she thought sitting with Jack wasn't worth it if I were there, which I was happy with.
"Um…" She glanced at her twins for help, but they just looked on sympathetically. "I'm good. I have to go brush my hair, anyways."
She unlocked herself from my grip and backed towards her twins. "Come on girls."
I glared after her with a big smile on my face, not dropping even when she looked back. When she did, my smile just got wider when I saw her surprised face.
I looked back to Jack and we backed up a step. My smile died as he studied me for a second. I studied him, wondering why he was studying me, studying him.
We both burst out laughing.
Tuesday
Today isn't much better than yesterday. I kind of threw up in the bathroom during 4th period and then got yelled at by the janitor. Then he apologized after he realized that I was the 8th grader who was pregnant. He even offered to carry me to class.
I politely declined and turned back to my toilet.
He continued to stare at the back of my head. I felt his gaze on the back of my head and when I turned to yell at him to shove off, the janitor was not the one staring at me.
"Hey Kimmy," Drew leaned against the doorframe and looked out towards the patio. I could see her face under her fake blonde hair smirking at me.
"What do you want, Drew?" I stood up and wiped my mouth. The last drips of throw up made me more nauseous. I walked over to the sink, Drew following me.
"When you stop throwing up into the sink, call me." She smiled a bad innocent smile and threw a piece of paper at me.
I waved my hand under the air dryer looking at Drew cautiously. She kept smiling so still, I thought she was frozen. I bent down and picked up the paper. When I looked up, she was gone.
"Just like in the movies," I muttered and looked down at the paper.
I luv you
not
text me at 555-3574
I crumpled up the paper and threw it out instantly. I stood up and looked back in the mirror. I started to run my fingers through my hair. I put it in two pig tails. One had a white ribbon and the other had a blue ribbon. Our school colors, as today was school spirit day.
My hair bows matched perfectly with my blue jean skirt and my white dress shirt. On it, Jack Jerry, Milton, Eddie and I each wrote a number. I was number going to be number 2, but thought Jerry should have it. I now had number 3.
I walked out of the bathroom and walked to class. I plopped down in my seat next to Jack and I began to work on my math again.
Jack continued to work on his math test, but he reached his left arm to the ground beside the desk and put his water bottle filled with blue PowerAde on the desk. He didn't even look up when he moved his bottle onto my side of the desk.
I took out my notebook and ripped out a piece of paper. I started to write my name as I wrapped my fingers around the bottle and started to drink.
This whole week I've been throwing up, and whenever I went to the bathroom, it was to puke. For the last few days Jack has brought me a drink to wash down the taste. Sweet, but I pretend not to act like a damsel in distress.
I put the bottle back on the desk and noticed that Jack wrote a note on the paper part. You okay?
I rolled my eyes and took a sharpie out of my backpack. I wrote a big letter 'D' next to his question and slid the bottle to him. I didn't even see him read it, but I saw him nod.
I smiled and attempted to look at his answers. I hadn't studied. Naturally, I always tried to cheat.
He picked up his paper and stood up. He smiled at me and walked to the teacher. He sat back down after turning it in. I almost glared at him, but I was too tired to care.
I could almost hear what he was thinking. 'You're never going to learn anything if you don't do your own work.'
Wednesday
I slipped my football shirt over my head after gym. I didn't know what team it was, but Jack gave it to me this morning when he saw that I met him outside my house in a plain shirt. Favorite team day.
I walked out, now in Jack's jersey. My blue skirt didn't match the red and white jersey, so I stayed in my black basketball shorts.
I passed Drew on the way out. She didn't notice me, and I couldn't be happier because of that. She was wearing a shirt that said, 'Minchies' on it. She had a name tag on that said, 'Drew luves u'. Since when had she been working at Minchies, I didn't know.
'Never gonna eat there till she gets fired,' I walked faster and pushed the glass open, hard.
"Kim!" I heard Jack yell. He ran up behind me. "Hey."
I smiled at him. "Where are we going?"
He shrugged and we walked to class. After everything that had happened in the last few months, Jack and I had never gone on a first date. Surprising, but not surprising.
This was kind of our first date. We've been debating over where we would go since yesterday.
Jack and I sat down in science. I looked at the board as I got my notebook out.
Project workday.
Get out what you have started.
Get to work. This is your only workday.
"Crap…" I whispered to Jack. He looked at me and I tilted my head to the board. He read what it said and then laughed quietly. I did a mental face palm.
"What do we do?" I asked Jack as I took out our script for our project. "We already finished."
He shrugged and looked around the class. The bell rung and they all scrambled into their seats to start on their work.
Jack and I sat for a few minutes in silence before our teacher told us to get to work. I took out my pencil and a piece of notebook paper.
Make it look realistic.
He knew what I meant. He wrote down automatically and passed the paper to me.
Got it.
I pretended to be thinking about what he wrote.
So where should we eat?
He wrinkled his nose and shook his head at me as if to say: "I disagree".
Someplace with food.
I rolled my eyes and paused to make our teacher think we were working. Jack also tapped his pencil on his desk before drawing a picture.
It looked sort of like me, but then again, it probably wasn't. He wasn't a good artist.
Nice 'diagram'. He frowned and pretended to look hurt, but then smiled. What kind of food?
He looked at what I wrote before adding onto the picture, and then wrote, Good food.
I nodded and pretended like I understood him. That's awful specific.
He smiled before rolling his eyes and whispering, "I tried my best. I can't draw trees."
"Jack…" Our teacher didn't even look up, but she also didn't suspect we weren't really working on our project.
He smiled behind his hair. Minchies?
I felt my stomach drop and face whitening. Jack stared at me. Do you not like Minchies?
I shook my head. I do.
He thought about it for a second before answering. Then what?
I didn't answer. I got out a new paper and began to draw. Jack finally got the hint and he turned our conversation paper over and began to draw too.
Yesterday, Drew gave me a paper that said to text her. I, of course, didn't, but she somehow got my number.
He doesn't love you, you know. He just doesn't want to leave you in this condition. He's a nice person, who belongs with me
I didn't reply, and I just set the contact as 'Don't Answer'.
Going to Minchies, where she worked, would be like going up to her and asking her to hurt me. I knew that if she knew a way to kill me, she probably would.
I grabbed Jack's paper and turned it over. He looked at me expectantly as I answered his unanswered question.
Drew.
He smiled, and almost laughed.
You think she'll hurt you? When I'm around?
I shrugged as I went back to my picture. It was a heart. I had only drawn the outline, and was beginning on the details. I saw that Jack had not turned his paper over and begin to draw.
He started to watch me the whole period till the bell rang. "That's the bell…" I shook my head.
Jack laughed. "What is it? I think it's a D." I thought about it as I imagined me playing my flute.
"We'll check 7th period." (True story. Our school bell sounds EXACTLY like an oboe playing a D)
Thursday
Today was the day Jack and I have been waiting for all week. My doctor's appointment, and the day we find out whether I'm having a boy or a girl.
Jack and I sat in the back of my mom's car. She was driving silently, and neither Jack nor I wanted to break the awkward silence.
I glanced over at him and he tore his eyes off the back of the seat. He smiled reassuringly before reaching to grab my hand. I squeezed it to let him know I was okay.
For the rest of the ride, Jack and I just looked out our separate windows. Upon arrival, the doctor's office looked pretty big.
It was a large brick building with oak trees all around. Vines grew up the weathered walls, and nearly covered an emergency exit door around the corner.
Jack got out of the car as soon as my mom stopped the car. He nearly tripped getting to my side and opened the door, awkwardly.
I smiled to let him know I appreciated it. "Thank you, my good sir."
Jack smiled shyly and grabbed to him to pull me up. It was hard to me for sit down and stand up quickly because I had started to gain a baby belly.
When we walked through the doors, the reception was at the end of the hall and bathrooms were to the left and right. Doors were closed all the way down the hallway, probably patient rooms.
At reception, there was a hallway going right and left that lead to two doors, one of each side. The blinds on the windows were shut, and no light came from behind either of them.
"May I help you?" A lady with small rimmed glasses looked up from her computer. My mom leaned in on the desk.
"We have scheduled an ultrasound for Kim Crawford." I shuffled my feet and stood a bit closer to Jack. The lady at the desk smiled, making her seem much less intimidating.
"Oh, exciting, isn't it?" She shrieked. "How far are you?"
She looked directly at my mom when asking, and I chuckled. Jack held a hand to his mouth to avoid making noises. My mom turned and looked to us with an incredulous look.
She turned back before awkwardly responding to her. "I'm not the one having a baby."
She receptionist, with a confused look, sat forward and leaned to look around my mom at me. I smiled and gave a shy wave. Her face instantly reddened and she sat back with her eyes wide.
"I-I'll, find your name.." She scrolled on her computer, obviously embarrassed. She clicked, then typed and told us to have a seat. "Doctor Caudill will be right with you."
"Yeah right…" I whispered to Jack under my breath as we sat in the chairs in the smaller, two-door hallway. Jack laughed and we shared a smile.
After about five minutes of waiting, a doctor rounded the corner and went right past us into the office. She shut the door and turned on the lights without even looking at us.
I shook my head in disbelief and started to tap my foot to the song we were playing in band. Jack started to tap his part on top of mine, and we ended up doing a little duet.
I glanced at him through my hair to see his wide smile.
I stopped and started to giggle. He smiled wider, and the door to the office opened. The tall woman from before walked out with a manila folder, turned off the lights, and closed the door.
She walked up to us with an obviously fake smile. We stood up and my mom shook hands with her. "Hi, I'm Doctor Caudill. You're here for an ultrasound… you are 7 months along… and you look pretty underweight for someone who is expecting a baby in two months."
My mom laughed. "The receptionist thought the same thing. I'm not having a baby. My daughter is." She turned and pointed to me, and I smiled a small smile.
"Oh…" She looked down at her folder and turned a few pages, scanning something over. "I guess that would make sense. You're not born in 1997…"
My mom smiled before leaning forward and whispering into her ear. Her eyes widened before she nodded and gave me another smile.
Dr. Caudill ushered us into a room at the middle of the long hallway. The inside was bright, and the walls painted a baby blue.
I sat down on the long chair, nervously. I looked around the room. I saw a computer next to me, and a keypad. A few tools sat on the table.
Jack and my mom sat down in the chair on my left side, while Dr. Caudill sat on my right side. (I know nothing about ultrasounds. Please bear with me)
"There is nothing to be scared about. We're just going to show you your baby, and you're going to learn the gender of it."
I nodded. "I kind of know how ultrasounds go… You put some kind of liquid on my stomach and then put a little metal device and move it around till you can see the baby."
She smiled brightly. "Very informed, or do you just watch some show on TV..?"
"Little of both." We smiled, and I calmed down a bit, starting to trust her a little more.
"So, yes. You know the general idea of an ultrasound, which makes it a little less scary." She turned to her computer and turned it on. It started up, and she pushed buttons, clicked, and messed around with it for a minute.
I turned to my mom and Jack. He was sitting in the chair closer to my head, and he slid his hand into mine. He squeezed it and shook it a bit. I smiled before turning back to the doctor.
She gathered a few supplies and set them on the table next to us. "I know this is a little weird, but you know how it goes, a bit. Can you lift up your shirt and hold it?"
I nodded, knowing it was coming. I slowly lifted my shirt to show my 7 months pregnant belly. I still wasn't super fat. It was obvious that I was pregnant, but I wasn't bulging. It was probably because I was still young.
The doctor spread a cold liquid on my stomach, which I thought would feel awkward. But the doctor didn't look at me. She was still looking at her computer screen, and Jack and my mom were only watching my face and the doctor. They didn't stare at my pregnant-ness. They didn't care. They loved me.
I smiled, and the doctor went over a few more things about the ultrasound because putting the metal device on my stomach and rubbing it around. We all looked at the screen trying to get a good look. At first, we couldn't tell where the baby was. I was worried it wasn't there, or it wasn't healthy.
The doctor smiled and I looked at her. She noticed that I was scared, and she pointed out the different parts of the baby. I saw its face, its arms, legs, and its stomach.
I stared at the baby, still not fully believing that it was inside of my stomach. It was mine. My baby. I was holding it.
"Is it a boy or a girl..?" I found my voice, and the doctor smiled, noticing I looked happy. She looked back at my baby and studied it.
"It's… a girl."
(Eh. I thought this would be funny..)
Jack and Kim go to Wal-Mart and buy Gatorade and stuff for that iFunny thing.
They buy garbage bags, a box of knives, a towel, and tape.
The cashier says, "You have some interesting stuff." Jack laughs nervously. "Yeah…" The cashier raises an eyebrow. Then she starts ringing the stuff up faster and cautiously puts it in their cart.
Then they proceed to walk around Wal-Mart drinking Gatorade in a Windex bottle. Some odd looks, but no one approached.
Friday
ISP workday. Jack and I were allowed to work from home. The fair was in two months, but Jack was pretty much done with his. He needed some help on his speech, and wanted to try it out for me.
I smiled as he was setting up his project.
I still won't tell him what I'm doing for my project, and he hates it. But he doesn't make me. Honestly, I finished my project a while ago. I didn't tell him, but I didn't think it was important.
I was sitting in a chair in his living room, with parents and sister sitting next to me. I felt a little awkward, but I knew that I had no reason to be.
His family loved me, didn't blame me, and were willing to help Jack help me with my situation.
"Okay, I'm ready," Jack stood to the side of his board with a pair of dark glasses on. He had borrowed them from his aunt, who was blind and had a few extra pairs.
Jack pressed a timer and started his presentation. "My name is Jack Brewer. I did my project on blindness and the senses."
"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to live without seeing? Being blind..? If you have, you may have thought that your life was over. That you couldn't do the things you normally do. But really, you can. You may not be able to do those things in the same way, but you can use your other senses to accommodate your needs, and even your wants.
"My hypothesis, 'Being without your sense of sight strengthens the other four senses' may not be completely true. At least not automatically. But living without your sense of sight makes you rely on your other senses: hearing, smell, touch, and taste, making them strengthen, but they will only become as strong as you train them to be.
"Living day to day without seeing makes you have to use your other senses to walk, eat, and other daily activities. Getting dressed in the morning, for example. How would you pick out clothes to wear if you had no idea what you were holding? Let mommy pick out your outfit? Sure, if ya want."
We laughed. "But most blind people categorize their drawers with different colors, and have to find clothes by touch. The handles on the drawers are usually different shapes, so you can tell which one you're opening."
I found this interesting. I hadn't thought about how hard it would be for blind people.
"How would you eat without being able to see what you are putting in your mouth? Just stick it in your mouth and hope for the best..? Sure, if ya want."
We laughed again, and I made a funny face at him."But using your sense of smell and touch, you can usually tell what is on your plate. Lots of blind people use the clock method…"
He referred to a picture on his board. "Steak at 4:00, baked potato at 7:00, and green beans at 11."
I thought about how weird that would be, to be told where your food was. "Cataracts is the most common blindness. Glaucoma, age-related macular degeneration, corneal opacity, diabetic retinopathy, childhood blindness, trachoma and onchocerciasis…"
He obviously had trouble pronouncing that name, and we laughed at his struggles, so he skipped the word. How does he memorize his script? "… are all other diseases that cause blindness or fuzziness in the eye. These diseases do not lessen your eyesight rapidly. It spreads slowly, giving you time to start training your other senses to accommodate your needs.
"Blindness can be almost immediately caused, too. If you get into a car accident, and a piece of glass flies straight towards you and slashes your eye, blindness can become almost automatic.
"Braille (refer to alphabet) is the only way blind people can read by using raised dots to form sentences. Braille isn't easy to learn. It really isn't. Instead of using your eyes to read, you have to use fingers. It's like learning a whole language, but it isn't even learned the same way.
"Playing and instrument is harder and easier for blind people. Their hearing has been trained to pick up on harder things, making instrumentation easier. Seeing music and learning notes and rhythms can be much harder for those musicians who can't see what they're doing."
I nodded. I thought about what it would like to be blind but play in instrument. I figured it would be hard because you can't see the sheet music, but it was interesting that being blind can make you strengthen your hearing.
"Of course, creative and elaborate ways to use your other senses is unneeded. A blind person can always, always ask a friend, family member, or even a complete stranger to lead you where you need to go, read a sign for you, or even give you directions easy enough for you to understand.
"Memory plays a big part in blindness, too. Blind people have to memorize the layout of their house, school, work, or even grocery store. Imagine yourself walking down the street to your best friend's house. Now imagine yourself walking there with your eyes completely closed. You try to listen for the dog of their neighbor. The sound of their air conditioner, which always makes noise. But what if the dog was inside, and the air conditioner was broken? You'd open your eyes and see you passed by their house 3 minutes ago. Not so easy, huh?
"If a blind person needed to walk to their friend's house, they can listen to their echo as they walk, which is called echolocation. Sounds bounce off of the ground, or walls, or even people, letting a blind person tell where everything is and make sure they don't run into anything. The clock method (hold up clock), can be used in this situation, too. You say, "Okay. Road at 9:00, lawn mower mowing at 2:00, and guide-dog at 3:00."
"Actually, a guide-dog is one of the ways that the other senses can help a blind person. It can pull you to the right and you can feel the tug, and turn."
He referred a list, which I assumed was his written product. "A cane can help you feel objects in front of you. Braille can help you read. Instrumentation to play music. Harmonicity to hear differences between sounds. Echolocation to make a mental of your surroundings. Memory to remember that map. Categorizing to find things easier. Clock method to maneuver around your surroundings. Landmarks to find a specific part on a mental map and know where you are. Mental map to remember your landmarks. A 6th sense to make up for the lost sense. Sense of direction to know when you're heading North and South. Guide-person can be your eye. A tactile watch, a watch with Braille, will help you tell time. Significant smells could help tell what you're eating. Distinct flooring, whether it's echoes or the texture of the floor on your feet, can help you tell in what room you're in. Pitch perception to be able to hear both low and high sounds. Or just simply asking others.
"I interviewed Mary Osborne, the author of one of my articles I used as a source. You can read it here…" He pointed to his interview, which he printed out and taped to his board. "I guess…" He laughed an awkward laugh.
"Now, I hate to talk. So, I'm done talking. I need one volunteer to "become blind", and three others to be their sighted person." He smiled a sly smile at me, and a glared at him. "Kim..?" I rolled my eyes and stood up. I allowed him to blindfold me. "Okay, player 1. You have now become blind."
"You are flung out into a busy park…" He starts to spin me. "You have 3 friends with you over the park. It is your job to visit each one of them. Your friend, player 2, is clapping to get your attention."
I heard someone start clapping, and I assumed Jack pointed at them to start clapping. I walked over to them smiling. I touched a person, and they stopped clapping. "Good. You found player 2. Now player 1, your other friend, player 3, has sprayed perfume. Walk over towards player 3 using smell."
I waited for the sound of perfume being sprayed, but I figured that he wanted us to use smell, and not hearing so he found a way to not have it make a noise. I noticed a strong apple smell, and started to walk over, but stop. "Is that my perfume?"
"Mmhmm." I heard Jack say from the opposite direction which I was walking. I rolled my eyes from under the blindfold and followed the smell till I ran into a smaller body.
"Good. You found player 3. Now you have to find player 4. He has thrown a rope to you." I feel a rope being given to me and I take it. "Now follow the end of the rope to find your last friend."
I pull the rope and then move forward as if I were climbing the rope till I hit someone I assume was Jack's dad.
"Great job! You have successfully visited all of your friends. Now bring you and your friends over here to get your prize."
I tried to take my blindfold off, but Jack stopped me. "Uh, uh, uh. You have not been cured. You are still blind." I feel a few arms grab my arms and pull me over to what I assume is the table.
We stopped walking, and Jack started to talk. "Now all four of you got in a car accident on your way here. You are all now blind." He didn't say anything, and I heard shuffling, so I assumed that they were given blindfolds. "As a treat from the doctor, you get a lollipop."
I felt something being slid into my hands, which felt like a lollipop. "Now unwrap it, put it in your mouth, and since you're blind, try and guess what flavor you have by tasting it. If you guess right, you get to walk free from this hospital, once again sighted. If you guess wrong, you have to walk around school/the fair for the rest of the day/night blind." He laughed. "Just kidding."
(that was my ISP project. Sorry if it bore you)
Saturday
Jack and I were finally on our first date. I had finally said yes to going to Menchies. Yes, I hated Drew. But their food was great. I didn't even know if she was working tonight.
Of course she was.
When we sat down, I looked to see Jack glance over at the table next to us. Drew was setting down four drinks for the people that looked like a family. I noticed a girl in my band class, and someone who looked like her brother, were playing a game on a napkin.
Drew turns and walks off without even seeming to notice us. I hope she didn't.
Our waiter comes over, and I notice it's a guy from school. I didn't know him well, but we knew each other.
He comes over, smiles, and asks if he can get us our drinks.
"I'll have coke," I say.
"Water," Jack says, sternly, and looks at me. The boy writes down our drinks and walks away. I stare at Jack, and then realize that I'm not supposed to have soda while I'm pregnant.
"Sorry. I forgot I'm not supposed to have coke." He came back a second later, and set down our drinks. We thank him, and then when he walks away, we switch drinks.
"Cheers." I say, and lift my glass. Jack smiles and returns it.
"Cheers." We started to talk about school, and ISP, but then we quickly changed to thinking of baby names.
"What names do we have..?" Jack asks. I reach into my purse and pull out a notepad where I wrote down the names we had narrowed it down to.
"Mayzy, Sam, Abby or Abigail, Lacey, and Paige, are you okay..?" I looked up at him to see he was sweating. It was actually kind of cold in the restaurant.
He nodded. "Just hot. So, what name do you like best..?"
I stare at him for a minute as he continues to sweat, but he holds my gaze. Eventually he breaks to take another drink of his coke.
I clear my throat. "Well, I don't know. It's such a hard decision…"
"Sam could be a nickname for Samantha, but I hate Samantha, but I like Sam and Sammy. May could be short for Mayzy. Abby for Abigail. Lace or Lay for Lacey. And…"
I looked at Jack again, and he seemed paler than he had been a minute ago. "Are you sure you're okay..?"
He cleared his throat before excusing himself to go to the bathroom. I sit awkwardly after he leaves. I was a little concerned for him, but figured he was fine. He did say he was just hot…
A man came out of the men's bathroom and he saw me and walked quickly over. "Is your name Kim?"
I nod, and ask what's wrong. He doesn't answer, but he grabs my arm and gently, but quickly pulls me towards the bathroom.
Inside, Jack was sitting on the floor, struggling to sit up against a wall. He was sweating like crazy. I knelt next to him and tried to get him to look at me and tell me what's wrong. He tried to answer, but couldn't get anything out.
I turned around and yelled at the man to call 911. He left the bathroom quickly to hopefully do what I asked. I turn back to Jack and I gently grab his face. I make sure he's looking at me, but his eyes keep drifting around.
"Jack. Jack, stay with me," I try to wipe some of the sweat off his face. "Are you with me?"
He starts to shiver, and I curl up next to him, no matter how wet he was. He keep rubbing my hand on his back and wiping his face every time it gets soaked.
I try to take his hand, but his arms are crossed in front of his stomach. He's leaning over onto his bent knees and his hair hides most of his face.
The man comes back in with a few other people who looked like they worked at the restaurant. They stayed back, but kept trying to talk to us.
I just kept shaking my head and mumbling to Jack sweet nothings. A few men came running in and pushed around the few spectators. They were carrying a stretcher. I was yanked away from Jack, and he was strapped into the stretcher and quickly carried out of the bathroom.
I follow behind quickly. I felt tears streaming down my face. I try to get into the ambulance, but I was stopped by a tall man. He closed the doors. "Jack! Jack!"
I kept screaming for him, and trying to push through the man. He held me back and did let go with I kicked him.
"Why won't you let me go with him!?" I screamed at the man.
"Ma'am, he was poisoned. We don't know who did it, and we can't let anyone leave until we find out." He words sank in and I lowered myself to the ground. He kept and arm around my back and helped me sit down. 'He was poisoned..?'
Two police officers came over and talked to the man holding me, but I couldn't hear the words. The female officer sat down and took the man's spot beside me. He quickly hopped into the ambulance and the drove away, the siren blaring.
"Miss?" The officer looked at me. "Can you stand?"
I slowly nodded and was helped into the restaurant. I avoided all stares from the people in the restaurant and sat numbly into a chair.
I was in shock. 'Poison..?'
By the time I looked up, everyone was staring to where the male police officer was standing. The woman was still sitting next to me.
"Come on people! This is a crime scene! Who did it?" He sternly looked at everyone, but they all had looks of fear and confusion on their faces.
I turn my head and see Drew, who looks like she did something that shouldn't have happened. I started to think.
'Drew was nearby when they ordered drinks. I got a coke, and he got a water. Drew hates me, and tried to kill me by putting poison in my coke. But we had switched drinks, unknowingly to her, and Jack was poisoned.'
I stand up abruptly and point to Drew. Everyone looks to me in shock. "Drew did it! She put poison in my drink, and when me and Jack switched drinks because I'm not supposed to have coke, he was poisoned!"
She looked at me in shock and scared. "I… I did not!"
Our waiter stood up and yelled, "You've always had it out for Kim, Drew. Don't deny it!"
Drew looked around and sees that everyone in looking at her, believing she is guilty. She looks back to my stern face, and she starts to cry. "I did it, I did it, I did…"
The male police officer stalks slowly over to her and puts her in hand cuffs. He read the rules of her arrest and led her out of the restaurant.
I turn to the police officer beside me and demanded I be taken to the hospital.
She nodded and we got into her car. I looked out the window to see Drew being driven off in the back of the other police car.
We sped silently to the hospital, and I jumped out before the car even stopped. The police officer yelled my name, but I didn't stop. I ran in and nearly slammed into the desk. The woman behind the counter looked at me sadly.
"Jack Brewer." I said with wide eyes. 'Please be okay, please be okay…'
"Miss..?" I turned my head to see the same tall me that kept me from getting into the ambulance. He had a solemn look on his face as a cautiously walked closer. He looked at me sadly.
"He's dead."
Awe… who saw this coming? Be honest.
Leave it in a review if I did a good job on this, because I was kind of having mixed feelings about killing Jack, but I thought of an amazing last chapter that needed him dead to do it.
The next chapter is revolved around him dying.
I can't BELIEVE it took me this long.
Sorry about taking so long, again.
Also, I have my new poll up on my profile to decide the name of Kim's baby GIRL. For those who don't know how, or can't get to my profile… I'm sorry. I can't really add the votes. I seriously can't. It's not that I don't want to… I can't.
Sorry again about the take-forever chapter!
And next chapter I planned out in my head, almost exactly, but I now have to put in on the computer. Ever have that happened to you? I hate it. Writer's block sort of disorder, but not really.
I'll try not to take so long for the next chapter!
Sorry again for the gap between chapters!
Go to my profile if you want to join in on the naming of Kim's baby girl!
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