There's a Hole in My Pocket
After what happened on Monday, I didn’t want to show my face at school (or anywhere else for that matter) on Tuesday. Mom insisted that I shake it off (easy for her to say) and move on with my life, like it never happened.
“Mom, I can’t face anyone! Yesterday was a complete disaster!” I whined.
“You had a bad day, Lula. It’s understandable that you feel the way you do, but you can’t let these little issues control your life. Now get up and get ready. Besides, you’re required to go to school. It’s the law.” Thanks, Mom. You’re a big help.
“Can’t you write me a note or something?”
“No, that would be a lie,” she frowned. There it is. No matter what, don’t ever ask your mother to lie for you. It’s just wrong. I grabbed a t-shirt and some jeans and yanked them on with all the force of an angry teenager. I think I’ve earned that right at least. Mom closed the door and left me scowling at myself in the mirror.
“Fine. Just don’t blame me if I get laughed out of school today.” Did you ever notice that when you are muttering under your breath, your mom can still hear you from anywhere in the house?
From her bedroom, I hear, “Lula, you are not going to get laughed out of school.” I threw my arms into the air, marched to the bathroom to brush my teeth and curl my frizzy hair into submission. I’m trying to learn from previous mistakes, too, and unplug my curling iron.
As I stomped down the stairs, I realized my eyebrows were aching from scowling, so I rubbed them to try to get them to relax. Dad was fixing me some blueberry Pop Tarts for breakfast (oh goody—a fruity breakfast) and a glass of milk.
“Your hair looks great this morning, Lu. What did you do different?” Dad is not very observant unless it’s a football game and the referees make a bad call.
“Nothing. Mom trimmed it up some Saturday.”
“Oh, right. Well, you’re looking all grown up today.” Good, Dad. I’m feeling so grown up today.
“Thanks, Dad, and thanks for fixing me something to eat.”
“Anything for my little girl.” Dangit. Mom must’ve told him what happened yesterday. He’s being extra nice. I sat down at the table, hoping Dad was ready to leave for work. The twins appeared and I prepared myself for their teasing. They ignored me. Hmm, they probably hadn’t heard yet. Fine by me. At this point, ignoring me is what I prefer.
Crumbs were brushed into the trash, glass rinsed and placed in the dishwasher. Just as I turned to leave the kitchen, I heard Max say, “Maybe you can get a job after school as a pooper scooper,” and the two of them laughed their heads off like crazy. It’s a good thing Mom walked in just then. I visualized World War Whatever starting right then and there in ou...