just some things i've cooked up.
some are real.
some are fantasy.
you choose.
DOLPHINS.
Dolphins. We talked about dolphins fighting sharks. Retarded sharks fighting retarded dolphins and winning and vice versa. We laughed so much those last few hours. And it seemed we all got so close. It was weird. Yea, it was weird, as in when we began the trip we only know about as much stuff as seeing each other once a week for an hour. Well, some of us.
Some of us saw each other more. Some, just in that period of time. Though, it was a good weird. And the laughs. Like we’d know each other for more than 10 years. Of course we were already friends. But this joke…this dolphin joke…it’s so big that that we could pass on as best friends. Jerry told me this could be something I could write about.
Yea, Christine making dolphin noises. Retarded dolphin noises with smart sharks noises. The ‘Amazon’ dolphin like a gorilla.
The moment felt right. Though maybe after this we’d go right back to the short conversations…and the simple joking.
But, whatever you know?
Just say the three little words, and we’re right back in that car around 10 at night…. “Take me higher…”
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EMMIE
I saw the sister’s keeper today. I want to get to know Emily more. Not because I want to interrogate her with questions about her sickness. She survived it. A second chance. That doesn’t happen much in life. I want to get to know Emily more. Cause with or without the sickness, she’s Emily. I want to laugh with her and know what she would take on an island if she was given three choices. Maybe ask if she’s always wanted to go to Hawaii. Before. Before life comes and does what it does at times. Gives back the bad in people’s life. That separates them all over again. And I’ve been separated too long.
* * *
Mom’s leaving to visit aunt Karen. She’s taking Phillip, newborn baby brother. Lucky.
Were all crying cause were gonna miss her too much. Me and my other two brothers.
But something about my cousin.Emily.She’s got a disease. They don’t know how she
caught it. I imagine she got it being poked by a stick.
Life’s good anyway. Dad let’s us eat Trix popsicles and pizza in his bed. And we fall asleep
with Dragonball Z in the background.
Every Sunday, when my dad prays for the sick, he always says ‘Emily’.
* * *
I’m not stupid. Being in first grade doesn’t mean that you only know how to read, count
money, and listen to directions. It just means that you go to school. It’s not
your bubble. It doesn’t mean that your too young to know about life. The bad and the good.
With that in mind, I wasn’t smart but naive…so “innocent“. No. I understood Emily Ann
Paul, my closest cousin in age on my mom’s side, had it. She had cancer. LEAUKEMIA for
goodness sake.
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ELAINE
I lost my best friend today. Of a heart attack; a measly little thing. My mom answered the phone, “Tanner’s residence…oh…who?…I see, well thanks, have a nice day!” “What happened? Who was that?” I asked.
She tipped her head to the side for a moment. “You know that red-head girl you always hang out with?” “Yea, her name is Elaine”. I was slightly nervous, but not worried.
She probably fell off a tree and broke her arm or something, it’s happened before. “Right. Her mom called, apparently she died or something”. She said nonchalantly. I gagged, “Could you…wh-what?”
“Heart attack. Just like that. Uh, just out of the blue…that’s something…” My mom continued to talk to herself while grabbing her things to go to work.
“Should I call her parents or something? I mean is this a joke? Any other details?” I was becoming frustrated and light-headed. “No. Well, I’m off. Love!” And she slammed the door.
“Bye” I mumbled. The door opened again, “Do you have any plans today?”
“Well…”
“Well, never mind. Call me if you do.” And the door was shut again.
I sat down on the couch. I had to laugh though. Cause the only thing was- I was supposed to go to the mall today, and spy on Brett Adams, with Elaine.