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Thanks to: Aenyeweddien, Morticia and Maggie for beta reading and advice.
Of shopping and P.E.
Why didn’t I think of it earlier? For example when I noticed its teeth?.. Do you know how much a creep eats? I guess, you don’t. Let me tell you then – A LOT! And mine takes to westfaller ham – delicious but unbelievably expensive stuff. And I mean it. Oh well. At least my creep doesn’t have fleas. I’d go boinkers, if he did.
Animal shampoo, a new toothbrush, meat, half of a loaf bread?.. What was next? Carrot, cabbage and fruit. I guess?
I stopped in front of a grocery and bit my lip. It was quite embarrassing and the fact that when I was shopping I usually forgot what to buy didn’t make it better. If only I had made a shopping list! How stupid of me! I have no idea, why I always think, I’d remember hat to buy. You’d think, I’d know better by now: when the brain doesn’t work, you’re in for a lot of trouble. I’m such a brainless bimbo!
It didn’t bother me though, as I was always in trouble, not to mention my head had always been like sieve – so I was used to it. As for the trouble part, my family is quite interesting, to say the least. I won’t bore you with the grand tale of my maternal grandpa, who was a communist and used to fight capitalism, while listening to the radio. My poor grandma was luckily saner.
My mom is the bread-winner. Sure, she earns a lot, so my dad can afford to stay at home. She’s a representative of a sort. I never used to be accurate, so I don’t remember exactly. My dad is the housewife… er… househusband?
It all started when they got married. My mom couldn’t even boil water, but my dad was a fine cook. And it stayed this way.
They have one chilled – me. But we have a cat, so maternal and paternal instincts were by no means wasted. Her name’s Fluffy, ‘cause she was very cuddly as a kitten. Now she’s one big fat lazy-bones with grey fur, who only eats and sleeps. Would you believe, she’s one of the most important creatures at home?
You’re probably wondering why I said my family was weird (apart form my grandpa, that is)? Well, my parents weren’t surprised at all, when I brought the creep home. You’d expect some questioning or at least jaws hitting the floor, but my dad only said, he was happy, because he’d at last have some company. Oh my. What am I supposed to do with him?
Anyway, since I’m the one who brought the creep, I have to feed it. And it’s me, who spends her whole pocket money on various chunks of meat, livers not to mention THE_INSANELY_EXPENSIVE westfaller ham. If I don’t think of something soon, I’ll go bankrupt. Actually, it could be worse – it may have, for example, started liking expensive food from restaurants. Than I’d have to start begging for money…
P.E. – yuck! I bet nobody likes running for whole 45 minutes ‘round without any purpose and that’s exactly what we’re supposed to do, if there aren’t enough girls to do other exercise. Bo-ring! Can’t we play volleyball for change? I happen to be quite good at that.
Half of the girls said they were unwell, three claimed they’re sick and had papers from a doctor to prove it. Yeah, right. And cows fly in pink aeroplanes. Rather sweet-talked some member of their family, to get them the said papers. They were perfectly fine, before the lesson. Oh and to didn’t come at all, so we’re running again. Oh joy!
Wonder what the creep is doing? I’m sure he’s having more fun. My dad’s probably trying to teach it how to use a TV or a radio. When I last checked it could turn on the channel in TV and put cassettes into the tape-recorder.
Ouch! Stupid brainless bimbo! What is she doing?! Can’t she see, I’m thinking! Why do I have to pay attention, where I’m running. She’s the one, who should watch, where she’s standing. Hell, she shouldn’t have stopped at all. H’m… Why did she stop, anyway?
Oh. Witek came. Victor Romañski is the biggest hunk in our school. And he’s in my class – we’re so lucky aren’t we? But, he ignores the girls all the time. I can understand my case, I’m pretty shabby, however he isn’t interested even in the best looking ones. Maybe intelligent chic’s turn him on? But than, you could count me in. Maybe it’s that way – he likes them smart, not absent-minded and with a good memory?
Back to real life – Witek came to fetch the register. But that is absolutely no reason to stand like a total idiot in my way. I came out to be a clutz, thanks to her!
I run into Goœka. She’s one of the weirdest persons in my class – even better than my grandpa, but not a half as funny. She always wears those loose greyish clothes and it’s not as if she couldn’t afford some better stuff. Actually, if you’d give her some nice clothes, do something with her hair, so it doesn’t look like a tangled mop of some sort and make-up, she could turnout to be good-looking. That stuff works wonders, although in my case… The last time I tried, I rem… Hey! I never tried anything fancy except for changing my hair-do! Go me…
But, back to Goœka. She never can anything, is petrified by questions and can only write. You can’t even talk to her, ‘cause she squeaks like a petrified my mouse. Doesn’t the girl eat her breakfast or what?! And, of course, she has a crush on Witek. One big soap opera, that’s what it is.