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| Memories and an old tattered yearbook Part 2 |
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| Alex turned the page. On it was a very large "ALEX WHITMAN + ISABEL EVANS" with hearts all around it. Alex blushed and turned the page. Day four and I?m still doing time in detention land. Sir Cancer Man says that I?m going to beat Michael and Maria?s old record. I don?t think I can beat forty-six detentions. Michael and Maria have detention today too. So does Kyle Valenti. He pushed Maria in the dirt. Michael kicked him and Maria told him he could fight his own battles. My mom says she?s kinda like Joan of Arc, who ever she is. Michael tripped her and called her a crybaby. She hit him with a foot ball in a really bad place for boys to be hit and he cried. Isabel calls her Hurricane Maria now. She says, "Heck has no fury like Maria DeLuca?s temper," and I believe her too. It?s day five now and Sir Cancer Man didn?t give me detention. I just have to write a paper on what smoking does to your health. Maria and Michael have detention though. They were beating each other up with their note books. So much for "constructive expression." Mom forgot to pack my lunch today so I almost didn?t eat. Isabel was real nice and gave me half of her peanut butter and jelly sandwich and her extra drink box. I sat with her at lunch too because Liz and Maria were having girl talk. I taught Isabel how to play poker and black jack. She?s good at it too. When I taught Liz how to play, she said that I was corrupting a minor. Isabel actually thinks it?s cool so she promised to play once a week as long as I play hand games with her. All is fair where Isabel is concerned. At least that?s how Isabel says it goes. It?s Valentine?s Day today. Liz gave me a special Valentine and someone gave me a brand new deck of cards. I think it was Isabel, but I won?t tell her that. Sir Cancer Man called Liz dear today. It was so funny how mad she got. I call her Bambi now and I call Maria Thumper because of the way she stomps her foot whenever Michael makes her mad. Thumper and Bambi call me Flower. I hate being a wussy skunk. Kyle already calls me a pansy. I?m going to start a rock group like the Motley Crue or KISS and kick butt. No one will mess with me after that. Alex closed the notebook. It was almost ten and there was school tomorrow. He stuffed the notebook and a deck of cards in his bag and went to sleep. It was lunch time now and Alex was sitting in the quad with Maria and Liz looking at pictures. "These are so cute!" Maria squealed, "Get me copies." "These Halloween pictures are priceless," Liz said. Isabel wandered over to the spot where Alex, Maria and Liz were sitting and parked herself next to Maria and Liz. "Pictures?" Isabel asked. "Here. You?ll like these," Alex said handing a stack of photos to Isabel. "Oh my God," Isabel gasped, "Where did you get these?" "The fifth grade when I was in my junior photographer phase. You had me take these." Alex explained. "Can you make me copies?" Isabel asked. "No problem," Alex said rummaging around in his bag. "Whacha looking for?" Maria asked. "These," Alex said holding up a deck of cards, "Do you want to play, Isabel? You were pretty good back in the day." Liz rolled her eyes "Once again Alex Whitman leads to the corruption of minors." "Don?t make me use your nick name," Alex warned. "Fine. Truce." Liz said. "Good," Alex said, "So do you want to play?" "Deal me in," Isabel said, "Just remember..." "All?s fair where Isabel is concerned." "That?s right," Isabel said, "And I always win too." The End |
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