I sat there watching my ignorant 3 year old brother play with his stupid plastic tree.
He plays and takes it every where.
Mom gave it to him when he was born. It's a vast tree too, at least 2 feet high.
Mom let him take it to checkups and the store.
Couple more years he's going to have to give it up, that tree. Kindergarten.
Kindergarten was always rough for me. Saying this as a sixth grader, you might expect me not to remember anything, but it's a clear as can be.
I'm Kindergarten, I got Mrs. Lillipback. Unusual name, I know. I related with her on a high level.
Always saying that Kindergarteners act like, well, Kindergarteners. I was bright and wise for my age. Mature, my mom would state. Knowing that all these kids could be better. My mom knew I would go places when older. Last year, Mrs. Lillipback passed away. She flew off the road, considering the wind. They say she was driving on a road with no boundaries to keep her from switching off the road. It was a road going through a shallow pond. Meaning, if you went off the road, you'd drown.
It was a deep pond too. The wind was reaching 70-90 miles per hour, Mrs. Lillipback, twisting and turning the wheel to stay on track. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a whirlpool in the water. Quick and churning. The wind, forcefully, pushed her to the left. There was a wall on the left side of the pond, 10 feet away from the road. This caused her to fly and hit the wall at a great power, crushing the car and it landing in the water. They saved her, but she lived for a few days more. Her last words?
"Tell Belina, I knew she knew me,"
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I'm Belina, Bell for short. Kids at school torture me and call me Rounda Belli. I, personally, don't care. It's called attention. Ignorant bastards like them shouldn't be doing so.
I wonder how they'd feel being called names, hm?
My best friend, Cooper, is a chicken keeper. His family sells and saves eggs.
He calls it the sell 'n save business.
Making hundreds of dollars a month they give me eggs for free. Thankfully, they're fresh and good.
My mother taught me to make all kind of egg dishes. My parents are always working so my siblings and I get a lot of dinners that contain eggs.
I have 2 little brothers and a little sister.
Lucifer, my sister, is 6 years old.
Keven, one of my annoying brothers is 8. Amile is 3.
Lucifer hangs with me, because the boys are always together. She's a nice girl. Funny and appealing as well.
Every day a new boy likes her.
Now, you might be thinking that I'm probably socially attracted to Cooper.
The answer is no.
He's a friend. He has a girlfriend named Cecilia. Pretty and smart.
I like a boy.
Jules.
Short for Julian. He's a clever and good-graded guy. Straight As in every subject.
Even gym, impossible, I'd say.
Sitting here alone is a whole other story.
Lucifer is out with Mom, Dad, and Amile.
"Hey Keven!" I call from the living room.
He waddled out with a smiling little expression plastered across his face.
"Let's go out to eat. You wanna?"
He grinned.
"Denny's!"
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There we were. Ordering food from a cushioned booth.
"I want pancakes," Keven told the waitress.
"And bacon and eggs, too!" He exclaimed.
She smiled and wrote down his order.
"I'd like just a plate of hash browns," I stated, politely.
"Of course, Darlin'! You sure you want just them hash browns? No French toast or nothin'?" She asked.
"Um, no thanks it's quite okay. Thank you," I nodded as she continued to the next booth behind us.
Someone walked by our table and dropped a napkin.
I grabbed it, opening it up.
I read it aloud in my head.
"Get out now, while you still can,"
I froze, out down the cup I was drinking from, and pulled Keven from the booth.
"Come on," I lurched him forward,"We gotta go,"