Something Wiki by Suzanne Sutherland

“when you remember to stop at the big red sign marked STOP.”
    â€œOh, is that what that means? Watch it. You better be nice or I’ll never drive you to school.”
    â€œMy school’s only four blocks away.”
    â€œBut think of how cool you’ll look pulling up in the back seat of your brother’s shiny red convertible.”
    â€œWow. I’m pretty sure they’ll crown me prom queen for that.”
    â€œOr king if you keep cutting your hair so short.”
    I put both of my hands up to my head. “I do not look like a boy,” I said.
    â€œI was just kidding, Jo. It looks great. You’re so punk.”
    â€œThanks,” I said, knowing he was joking, but hoping there was some grain of truth to what he said.
    And for a moment it felt kind of perfect. It was like my cool older brother Z had never left. We really were a family.
    So the driving wasn’t a complete pro, but it wasn’t a con either. It was just all of us trying our best.
    I slept well that night for the first time in a while.

Fifteen
Stacy
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    Stacy or Stacey may refer to:
    Places
Stacy, Virginia, a village that is probably slightly larger than Ulen Township
    People
Warren Stacey, British R&B singer-songwriter
Stacey Van Allsburg, would-be model and full-time Austenite, former best friend and confidante (missing her, missing her, missing her), seemingly stolen by the Linebacker, a.k.a. GINGER, aka Chloe Somerville, FF (former friend)
    Other Uses
Stacy (film), a Japanese zombie horror film (I looked this one up — it’s about teenage girls who turn into zombies, I can totally relate).
    I just got back from my second appointment with Dr. Mueller. I really wish I could call Stacey and talk to her about this. It’s freaking me out, but I don’t think I can talk to Trisha about it.
    Dr. Mueller put me on birth control pills.
    Me.
    On the Pill.
    What the what ?
    He said it would help my skin, that the pill would keep my hormones under control or something.
    What hormones?
    Is this safe?
    It’s not like I’m ever going to be having sex.
    I want to call Stacey so badly, but I can’t. I bet she’d know what to say. I bet Becca’s on the Pill, so she might know something about the side effects. Dr. Mueller said there would be side effects, but he didn’t exactly get into specifics. He told me not to worry about it, and I was too embarrassed to ask him what it all meant. Dad was in the room with me — Dr. Mueller had to go out into the waiting room and call him in because I guess he needed parental consent to prescribe it. Dad tried to play it cool, but his eyes practically bugged out of his sockets when Dr. Mueller told us. What did these two grown men know about me and my body, anyway? Why couldn’t Mom have taken me to the appointment?
    I crossed my arms tight across my chest and stared down at my slushy boots. I wanted to melt into a puddle on the ground with the slowly dripping snow — to be mopped up and flushed away.
    In the car it was pretty obvious that Dad didn’t know what to say. He kept starting sentences without finishing them, leaving them to float up into nothingness like helium balloons when you let go of the string.
    â€œNow, honey, it’s not like …”
    â€œYou don’t need to be thinking of …”
    â€œIt’s perfectly normal to …”
    I wanted more than anything for him to just stop talking, but he kept trying to put his words together — and kept letting go of the string.
    We finally got to the pharmacy, and I handed over the prescription Dr. Mueller had written for me. When it was ready, the pharmacist handed me a paper bag and asked “Have you ever taken birth control pills before?” Loud enough that I’m sure half the store could hear her.
    â€œNo,” I whispered.
    â€œOkay. You’re going to have to remember to