Let's Burn Our Dreams Into the Skyline
Flip A Bitch.
The next morning when I woke up there was this insane buzzing in my head and there was something crawling around in my stomach. My face felt all hot and I was going to vomit. Ugh. If I ever see Peter again, I will flip a bitch on him.
“Maxine, darling,” My dad was the only person that got away with using my legal name without getting shot in the head. “Time for school.” He said in a singsong type voice.
“Hmpfff,” I moaned. At least, that’s what it sounded like.
“You don’t look so good,” he came over and put a hand to my forehead. “You should stay home, it’s for the best.”
“hmmpfff” I moaned again.
“Well, your mother and I have to go to work, so we’ll see you later,” he said as he slammed the door to my room shut.
I waited silently until I heard the sound of cars pulling out of the driveway. God, I’m going to kill that boy.
I decided to get up and get dressed and call someone up before school started. I figured Gabe was the most likely to skip school, so I called him first.
“Hey, Gabe.”
“Hello, Maxine,” Okay, Gabe sometimes got away with it, too. “Do you know this is what we would sound like if we were underwater?” he said in a very muffled tone.
“You are on crack, Gabriel. And you don’t sound so hot, you get Peter’s disease, too?”
“You betcha,” he coughed, prolly just to add emphasis.
“So wanna have a sick party or something?”
“Hell yes!” he cheered, “Steph already called, she’s sick, too. She’s coming over.”
“God, that Peter is infectious. You know bout Ryland, Alex, or Patrick? I’m sure Linnea’s got it,” I asked. At least I’d have backup when I slit Peter’s throat.
“Steph mentioned Ryland had it. Alex called too, actually. Pete would prolly know about Patrick. Meet over at my house a.s.a.p?”
“Not like I have anything better to do,” I sighed. “Let’s kick Pete in the balls when him and Linnea get there.”
“No need to tell me twice!” he screamed and hung up.
***
“Hay, Gabe,” I smiled at him and let myself into his house. It was quite a sight to see. Gabe standing in the front hallway waiting to greet me, looking like he was gonna puke. Linnea, Alex, and Ryland sat on his shitty couch, and they looked like they were gonna puke. Patrick sat on a chair and looked like he was gonna puke. Pete was rolled up in a ball on the floor looking like he was gonna puke.
“DID YOU GUYS KICK HIM IN THE BALLS WITHOUT ME?!” I barked.
“Sorry, it was too tempting,” Linnea smirked at me.
“Fuck you- HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!” I pointed to a corner full of god-knows-what-shit.
“Oh, yeah…” Steph started.
“We all spewed,” Alex finished.
“Ew! Why didn’t Gabe clean it up?”
“Please, hoe. Like I’ll clean that shit up,” Gabe pointed out.
“That’s like…gross…”
“Hey, Pete!” Linnea squealed. “C’mere!”
“yeah…” he slowly got off the ground. That kid is always screwing himself over, I swear.
“Look here!” she motioned to the shit pile. And of course, he looked.
And that is how Peter managed to get his favorite brown hoodie covered with Peter/Steph/Alex/Ryland/Gabe/Linnea vomit. The end.
“Maxine, darling,” My dad was the only person that got away with using my legal name without getting shot in the head. “Time for school.” He said in a singsong type voice.
“Hmpfff,” I moaned. At least, that’s what it sounded like.
“You don’t look so good,” he came over and put a hand to my forehead. “You should stay home, it’s for the best.”
“hmmpfff” I moaned again.
“Well, your mother and I have to go to work, so we’ll see you later,” he said as he slammed the door to my room shut.
I waited silently until I heard the sound of cars pulling out of the driveway. God, I’m going to kill that boy.
I decided to get up and get dressed and call someone up before school started. I figured Gabe was the most likely to skip school, so I called him first.
“Hey, Gabe.”
“Hello, Maxine,” Okay, Gabe sometimes got away with it, too. “Do you know this is what we would sound like if we were underwater?” he said in a very muffled tone.
“You are on crack, Gabriel. And you don’t sound so hot, you get Peter’s disease, too?”
“You betcha,” he coughed, prolly just to add emphasis.
“So wanna have a sick party or something?”
“Hell yes!” he cheered, “Steph already called, she’s sick, too. She’s coming over.”
“God, that Peter is infectious. You know bout Ryland, Alex, or Patrick? I’m sure Linnea’s got it,” I asked. At least I’d have backup when I slit Peter’s throat.
“Steph mentioned Ryland had it. Alex called too, actually. Pete would prolly know about Patrick. Meet over at my house a.s.a.p?”
“Not like I have anything better to do,” I sighed. “Let’s kick Pete in the balls when him and Linnea get there.”
“No need to tell me twice!” he screamed and hung up.
***
“Hay, Gabe,” I smiled at him and let myself into his house. It was quite a sight to see. Gabe standing in the front hallway waiting to greet me, looking like he was gonna puke. Linnea, Alex, and Ryland sat on his shitty couch, and they looked like they were gonna puke. Patrick sat on a chair and looked like he was gonna puke. Pete was rolled up in a ball on the floor looking like he was gonna puke.
“DID YOU GUYS KICK HIM IN THE BALLS WITHOUT ME?!” I barked.
“Sorry, it was too tempting,” Linnea smirked at me.
“Fuck you- HOLY SHIT! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!” I pointed to a corner full of god-knows-what-shit.
“Oh, yeah…” Steph started.
“We all spewed,” Alex finished.
“Ew! Why didn’t Gabe clean it up?”
“Please, hoe. Like I’ll clean that shit up,” Gabe pointed out.
“That’s like…gross…”
“Hey, Pete!” Linnea squealed. “C’mere!”
“yeah…” he slowly got off the ground. That kid is always screwing himself over, I swear.
“Look here!” she motioned to the shit pile. And of course, he looked.
And that is how Peter managed to get his favorite brown hoodie covered with Peter/Steph/Alex/Ryland/Gabe/Linnea vomit. The end.