Tuesday, July 1, 2008

Brotherhood

Okay, that so didn't go the way I expected.

I walked over to the Appleton house, just like I said, and peeked into Jay's window. I had to bend over a little to do it, since Jay's room is only on the second floor. Jay was sprawled with his head at the foot of his bed and his sneakered feet propped up with pillows as he read a paperback book with spaceships and aliens on the cover. Do all boys read upside down like that? I had no idea!!!

I knocked to get his attention, just like I always used to knock on Ma and Pa's window when I needed to talk to them. It was never any big deal with Ma and Pa, but I guess it's different when you're not expected. Jay looked at the window, saw my face, and shrieked like a little girl--or how I'd imagine a little girl might shriek, since she wouldn't be able to get any more shrill or high-pitched. Jay fell off his bed, mid-shriek, and scampered toward the door like an insect with too many legs to work them all at the same time. He misjudged the distance and slammed his head into the wall.

I tried not to laugh while he was rolling around on the floor, but it was hard cuz he looked sooooooo funny!!! Somehow Jay got back to his feet and staggered around in a daze. I motioned for him to open the window for me but he was so out of it, I had to push the window open by myself. It was unlocked, 'tho I'm sure it will be locked from now on.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I thought this was your wash day," he said. "Aren't you supposed to be washing your cows and stuff?" For someone who's been avoiding me, he sure knows a lot about my routine.

"I'll do that later," I told him.

"So what do you want?"

"I thought you might want to shoot some hoops." That was a phrase I'd learned from Doc. Shoot some hoops, like the ball is a weapon and the hoops are target practice. I held the ball up to the window in case Jay didn't know what I meant.

"I don't want to shoot hoops with you!" he shouted.

"Look, I'm sorry about what I did a couple weeks ago. Maybe I can watch you eat an entire pie and we can call it even?"

Jay seemed to recover his courage, and actually gained a few ounces more courage than he'd ever shown before. He even took a few steps forward, close enough so I could probably have reached into the room and grabbed him. If I'd wanted to, I could have pulled him outside and shook some sense into him!!!

"You don't get it, do you?" he asked. "I didn't want to be your foster brother, and I sure don't want to be your friend. Now go away and leave me alone!"

I was too stunned to speak. I was too stunned to do anything but retreat back to my shed, while Jay bolted his window and pulled down the shade. I'm still stunned, and probably couldn't speak right now except that my fingers almost seem to be typing by themselves.

Before today, Jay had just been an annoying boy who lived in the Appletons' house. But he really is my foster brother now. And he will be my foster brother for as long as Mr. and Mrs. Appleton keep taking care of me. Me and Jay probably won't ever be friends but we still have a family connection, and neither of us can break that.

I've never had any siblings in my life, but now I have a brother!!!

10 comments:

  1. Me thinks shaking the crap out of him's the thing. That and a few good questions.

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  2. It seems the only way he'll stop hating you for no reason is if you safe his life. That's how it works in certain movies anyway.

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  3. What do I do if his life isn't in danger?

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  4. Yeah, that's where it gets tricky. Ypu can always try the take charge tactic.

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  5. Well, you can't say you didn't try. You did the right thing, and you didn't even wait for him to make the first move like you initially thought.

    Way to go, kiddo.

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  6. pie guy again i still say give him a pie but ram it down his mouth to his back side insted. oh and one more thing who is older you or him?

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  7. Thanks, Ferromancer. And that's a great question, Pie Guy!!! Jay and I are going to be in the same grade in school, I know that, but which of us is older?

    I guess I'll find out sooner or later. Now that I'm living with the Appletons, Jay can't have a birthday without me knowing!!!

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  8. As his foster sister, remind him that he could BE that pie you never shared if you get my drift. Of course, violence solves nothing, but I think this kid needs to show some respect. I mean, you tried nice, either stick to that, or try another path.

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  9. Be gentle. If you shake people up and throw them around, people will learn to fear you. That isn't good. In fact, it's very bad.

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