that this was her revenge at me for making her
repeat.
She had serious anger issues.
But, all of a sudden, she was currently
sitting on my sister’s bed talking about swimming
finals.
Not even a mention at her boxing trophies or
recent matches! No talk of fighting at all.
I was amazed!
“Hold on Miranda!” I heard Jane say. “Let me
get us some drinks!”
I processed her words a few seconds too late.
She opened the door as soon as I turned around.
“What are you doing Jake?”
“Um…” I said, my mind blank. “I was coming up
to check if you were in here.”
“Well,” She said. “I’m here. You can run along
now. Shoo!”
“Wait.” I said as she closed the door. “Who’s
in there with you?”
“Miranda Boxer.” She admitted, sighing.
“Why?”
“No reason.” I said. “Oh and Jane.” I added.
“Don’t forget to get your guest a drink. You don’t want to be
rude!”
“Urgh!” She growled, her face bunched up into
a fierce scowl.
I giggled, unable to contain my laughter, her
face was hilarious! And because I caused her face to be so bunched
up, it was even better!
“I’ll kill you!” She said loudly, forgetting
all about Boxer girl.
“Jane?” Boxer girl’s voice came from inside
the room. “What’s happening?”
Before Jane could reply, Miranda came marching
out the room.
“Oh.” She said, shocked. “Hi Jake! How’s it
going?”
“Boxer girl.” I nodded at her, hoping to
retain my cool, unbothered look.
“Hahaha!” She
fake laughed. “Ha! You are so funny Jake!” She said smiling at me, and flipping
her auburn hair at me. “‘Boxer girl’! I would’ve never thought of
anything as hilarious as that!”
“Yeah…” I spoke
with a great deal of uncertainty in my voice. A nice Miranda seemed
impossible. “I’m hilarious !”
“Oh yes you are, Patterson!” She spoke with a
lack of sarcasm.
I was now amazed more than ever!
“Well…” I said, once again shocked speechless.
“I’ll be in my room.”
“Whatever.” Muttered my sister.
“See you later, cutie!” Miranda said, spooking
me out.
“Uhh..Bye?” I said, confused and
conflicted.
All of a sudden Miranda was looking a lot
prettier than back in her bullying days.
She was simply dressed in a white blouse with
blue jeans and sandals. Her hair was let loose and hung limply
around her shoulders it was slightly curled at the bottom, light
brown and golden highlights streaked her hair. Her hazel eyes shone
with bright intelligence. She was almost as pretty as
Carly.
Almost.
I felt her eyes burning into my back. A rise
of heat rushed to my face. I shook my head, feeling
strange.
The kind of strange I felt whenever Carly was
near.
I shuddered. Imagine having feelings for a
bully!
Now I realized why Darryl had shuddered on the
day of the science fair.
It was weird that both our enemies suddenly
became appealing to us.
Really weird.
I shook my head on my way down from Jane’s
room. I stopped by the kitchen for a snack.
I opened the fridge to look for a chocolate
bar, but there was only some stale cookies. I took it
anyway.
I was starving, despite having eaten a huge
breakfast only an hour ago.
Along with the cookie I also took a glass of
milk.
I settled down into a comfortable position on
my sofa, and opened my language arts textbook.
Idioms are a group of words
established by usage as having a meaning not deducible from those
of the individual words.
In a few short minutes I knew
everything there was to know about idioms. I knew what they were
used for, I knew how they were used and I had a list of idioms as
examples. I was well prepared for the quiz on Monday.
After I had Language Arts in the bag, I
quickly moved onto Science.
Two hours later I had studied LA, Science and
Math.
I took a break and went upstairs to the living
room.
Jane and Miranda were sitting on a sofa still
talking about swimming.
Then all of a sudden, Miranda’s eyes glazed
over and the smile faded from her
repeat.
She had serious anger issues.
But, all of a sudden, she was currently
sitting on my sister’s bed talking about swimming
finals.
Not even a mention at her boxing trophies or
recent matches! No talk of fighting at all.
I was amazed!
“Hold on Miranda!” I heard Jane say. “Let me
get us some drinks!”
I processed her words a few seconds too late.
She opened the door as soon as I turned around.
“What are you doing Jake?”
“Um…” I said, my mind blank. “I was coming up
to check if you were in here.”
“Well,” She said. “I’m here. You can run along
now. Shoo!”
“Wait.” I said as she closed the door. “Who’s
in there with you?”
“Miranda Boxer.” She admitted, sighing.
“Why?”
“No reason.” I said. “Oh and Jane.” I added.
“Don’t forget to get your guest a drink. You don’t want to be
rude!”
“Urgh!” She growled, her face bunched up into
a fierce scowl.
I giggled, unable to contain my laughter, her
face was hilarious! And because I caused her face to be so bunched
up, it was even better!
“I’ll kill you!” She said loudly, forgetting
all about Boxer girl.
“Jane?” Boxer girl’s voice came from inside
the room. “What’s happening?”
Before Jane could reply, Miranda came marching
out the room.
“Oh.” She said, shocked. “Hi Jake! How’s it
going?”
“Boxer girl.” I nodded at her, hoping to
retain my cool, unbothered look.
“Hahaha!” She
fake laughed. “Ha! You are so funny Jake!” She said smiling at me, and flipping
her auburn hair at me. “‘Boxer girl’! I would’ve never thought of
anything as hilarious as that!”
“Yeah…” I spoke
with a great deal of uncertainty in my voice. A nice Miranda seemed
impossible. “I’m hilarious !”
“Oh yes you are, Patterson!” She spoke with a
lack of sarcasm.
I was now amazed more than ever!
“Well…” I said, once again shocked speechless.
“I’ll be in my room.”
“Whatever.” Muttered my sister.
“See you later, cutie!” Miranda said, spooking
me out.
“Uhh..Bye?” I said, confused and
conflicted.
All of a sudden Miranda was looking a lot
prettier than back in her bullying days.
She was simply dressed in a white blouse with
blue jeans and sandals. Her hair was let loose and hung limply
around her shoulders it was slightly curled at the bottom, light
brown and golden highlights streaked her hair. Her hazel eyes shone
with bright intelligence. She was almost as pretty as
Carly.
Almost.
I felt her eyes burning into my back. A rise
of heat rushed to my face. I shook my head, feeling
strange.
The kind of strange I felt whenever Carly was
near.
I shuddered. Imagine having feelings for a
bully!
Now I realized why Darryl had shuddered on the
day of the science fair.
It was weird that both our enemies suddenly
became appealing to us.
Really weird.
I shook my head on my way down from Jane’s
room. I stopped by the kitchen for a snack.
I opened the fridge to look for a chocolate
bar, but there was only some stale cookies. I took it
anyway.
I was starving, despite having eaten a huge
breakfast only an hour ago.
Along with the cookie I also took a glass of
milk.
I settled down into a comfortable position on
my sofa, and opened my language arts textbook.
Idioms are a group of words
established by usage as having a meaning not deducible from those
of the individual words.
In a few short minutes I knew
everything there was to know about idioms. I knew what they were
used for, I knew how they were used and I had a list of idioms as
examples. I was well prepared for the quiz on Monday.
After I had Language Arts in the bag, I
quickly moved onto Science.
Two hours later I had studied LA, Science and
Math.
I took a break and went upstairs to the living
room.
Jane and Miranda were sitting on a sofa still
talking about swimming.
Then all of a sudden, Miranda’s eyes glazed
over and the smile faded from her
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