& Dragons a couple of times at recess. Charlotte, for all her Goody Two- Shoeing,
doesn't ever do more than nod hello when she's passing him in the hallway. And I don't
know if everyone's still playing the Plague behind his back, because no one ever really
told me about it directly, but my point is that it's not like he has a whole lot of other
friends he could be hanging out with instead of me. If he wants to dis me, he's the one
who loses
—not me.
So this is how things are between us now. We only talk to each other
about school stuff
if we absolutely have to. Like, I'll say, "What did Rubin say the homework was?" and
he'll answer. Or he'll be like, "Can I use your pencil sharpener?" and I'll get my
sharpener out of my pencil case for him. But as soon as the bell rings, we go our
separate ways.
Why this is good is because I get to hang out with a lot more kids now. Before, when I
was hanging out with August all the time, kids weren't hanging out with me because
they'd have to hang out with him. Or they would keep things from me, like the whole
thing about the Plague. I think I was the only one who wasn't in on it, except for
Summer and maybe the D&D crowd. And the truth is, though nobody's that obvious
about it: nobody wants to hang out with him. Everyone's
way too hung up on being in
the popular group, and he's just as far from the popular group as you can get. But now
I can hang out with anyone I want. If I wanted to be in the popular group, I could totally
be in the popular group.
Why this is bad is because, well, (a) I don't actually enjoy hanging out with the popular
group that much. And (b) I actually liked hanging out with August. So this is kind of
messed up. And it's all August's fault.
Snow
The first snow of winter hit right before Thanksgiving break.
School was closed, so we
got an extra day of vacation. I was glad about that because I was so bummed about
this whole August thing and I just wanted some time to chill without having to see him
every day. Also, waking up to a snow day is just about my favorite thing in the world. I
love that feeling when you first open your eyes in the morning and you don't even
know why everything seems different than usual. Then it hits you: Everything is quiet.
No cars honking. No buses going down the street. Then you run over to the window,
and outside everything is covered in white: the sidewalks,
the trees, the cars on the
street, your windowpanes. And when that happens on a school day and you find out
your school is closed, well, I don't care how old I get: I'm always going to think that
that's the best feeling in the world. And I'm never going to be one of those grown-ups
that use an umbrella when it's snowing
—ever.
Dad's school was closed, too, so he took me and Jamie sledding down Skeleton Hill in
the park. They say a little kid broke his neck while sledding down that hill
a few years
ago, but I don't know if this is actually true or just one of those legends. On the way
home, I spotted this banged-up wooden sled kind of propped up against the Old Indian
Rock monument. Dad said to leave it, it was just garbage, but something told me it
would make the greatest sled ever. So Dad let me drag it home, and I spent the rest of
the day fixing it up. I super-glued the broken slats together and wrapped some heavy-
duty white duct tape around them for extra strength. Then I spray painted the whole
thing white with the paint I had gotten for the Alabaster
Sphinx I was making for the
Egyptian Museum project. When it was all dry, I painted LIGHTNING in gold letters on
the middle piece of wood, and I made a little lightning-bolt symbol above the letters. It
looked pretty professional, I have to say. Dad was like, "Wow, Jackie! You were right
about the sled!"
The next day, we went back to Skeleton Hill with Lightning. It was the fastest thing I've
ever ridden
—so, so, so much faster than the plastic sleds we'd been using. And
because it had gotten warmer outside, the snow had become crunchier and wetter:
good packing snow. Me and Jamie took turns on Lightning all afternoon. We were in
the park until our fingers were frozen and our lips had turned a little blue. Dad
practically had to drag us home.
By the end of the weekend, the snow had started turning
gray and yellow, and then a
rainstorm turned most of the snow to slush. When we got back to school on Monday,
there was no snow left.
It was rainy and yucky the first day back from vacation. A slushy day. That's how I was
feeling inside, too.
I nodded "hey" to August the first time I saw him. We were in front of the lockers. He
nodded "hey" back.
I wanted to tell him about
Lightning
, but I didn't.
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