Okay, so remember what a good mood I was in earlier today? Well, my mood got even better when Jay Appleton showed up at my basketball hoop in gym shorts and a black Adidas shirt.
"Mom says I have to get out of the house and play some basketball," he said miserably, with his shoulders slouched and his mouth all droopy, like shooting hoops was the most horrible torture in the world. I knew I had to cheer him up, so I charged at him with the ball.
"Jay, try to stop me!!!" I dribbled right up to him, which was funny cuz my new AthletiGlom socks were pulled up high enough to be level with his chest. It looked like he was just playing against my shoes while the rest of me hung out and watched.
"Not funny, Melly." Jay tried to step out of my way but I moved my leg and he ran right into it.
I kept moving my legs and stomping one foot or the other down anywhere Jay wanted to go. "Come on, we'll play for chores. If you can stop me from scoring, I'll do all your chores for a week!!!"
"And what do I have to do if I can't stop you?"
"Just the stuff I normally do--milk my cows, wash them in the creek on Tuesday, put them out to pasture, scrub their barn, and clean out my shed from top to bottom!!!" I nudged him toward the basket with my shoes, into the range where I could make an easy shot. "Really, Jay, it's like you're not even trying to stop me."
"What am I supposed to do, Melly? You weigh a ton!"
Closer to two tons, actually, but I wasn't going to tell him that. He made a half-hearted attempt to push against my leg, so I brought my other leg in and trapped him between my calves--not hard enough to hurt him, 'tho you'd never know it from all the whining he was doing. He squirmed a bit but he wasn't going anywhere.
I hopped the last ten feet to the basket--three little hops, taking Jay with me. The basket was level with my hip and I was close enough to reach out and hold the ball directly over it. "Come on, Jay. If you can't stop me from scoring, you'll be tending my cows from morning 'til night. But you can't even move, can you? And I'm sooooo close to dropping the ball through the net. So what are you going to do now, smart boy? Huh? What are you going to do?"
And that's when he bit me on the knee. The ball dropped from my hand, hit the rim, and bounced out.
So I'm not in such a good mood anymore. I guess it serves me right for teasing him like that, but I'm not looking forward to doing Jay's chores for a week as well as all my own!!!
Illustrator Challenge
Artists can create illustrations of me or the events in my life, as long as they are appropriate for my young readers. Any previous post on this blog can be illustrated. If I like an image that goes well with a post on the blog, I may add a small thumbnail version along with credit to the artist and a link to the full-sized image. Images of me posted elsewhere should link back to the "Giant Girl Rampages" blog.
If you want to draw a picture of me, here's what you need to know:
I'm 15 years old and almost (but not quite) 18 feet tall. Mrs. Appleton says I'm very pretty and well proportioned, which I guess is a complement. I'm not super thin or anything but I think I'm in pretty good shape.
I have dirty blonde hair that's kind of wild because I trim it with Pa's old hedge trimmers. My eyes are green as the ocean, as Ma always said, but I wouldn't know because I've never seen an ocean. My skin is tanned from being out in the sun a lot but not too dark and (usually) not burned.
I wear a blouse and skirt-shorts that my mother quilted for me three years ago. They look like a big patchwork cuz she used many squares of fabric and cowhide. I've grown since then, so the skirt-shorts no longer come down to my knees, my blouse is way tight, and there's a bit of skin showing in between. I don't have any shoes (and that makes me sad to think about so I usually don't).
If you do draw my picture, send the link in a comment so I can post it to my blog. Thanks!!!
If you want to draw a picture of me, here's what you need to know:
I'm 15 years old and almost (but not quite) 18 feet tall. Mrs. Appleton says I'm very pretty and well proportioned, which I guess is a complement. I'm not super thin or anything but I think I'm in pretty good shape.
I have dirty blonde hair that's kind of wild because I trim it with Pa's old hedge trimmers. My eyes are green as the ocean, as Ma always said, but I wouldn't know because I've never seen an ocean. My skin is tanned from being out in the sun a lot but not too dark and (usually) not burned.
I wear a blouse and skirt-shorts that my mother quilted for me three years ago. They look like a big patchwork cuz she used many squares of fabric and cowhide. I've grown since then, so the skirt-shorts no longer come down to my knees, my blouse is way tight, and there's a bit of skin showing in between. I don't have any shoes (and that makes me sad to think about so I usually don't).
If you do draw my picture, send the link in a comment so I can post it to my blog. Thanks!!!
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Well, as wrong as that was, I can't say I entirely blame Jay. I mean you did take it a mite to far. But then again, it's Jay Appleton, he's mean whether you're nice or not. You might as well have some fun. I mean, there's no pleasing the kid. Oh well, atleast he won't be complaining about chores.
ReplyDeleteI always seem to take things too far with Jay, don't I? I wonder why that is.
ReplyDeleteOh boy, Melly. That was pretty bad. But I remember picking on my little brother when I was a kid too. I liked making him feel powerless every once in awhile because then _I_ wasn't powerless. And you know, it probably only stoped because he got to be so much taller and stronger than me eventually.
ReplyDeleteBut no one enjoys feeling helpless. And since life is already good at beating us up, it feels even worse when other people do it on purpose. I think everyone has a bully in them, Melly. Really I do.
But please, try not to give in. When people hurt each other on purpose, it can be real hard for the person being hurt to remember what they're capable of. All the hurt brings is confusion, anger, and hatred at being treated wrongly.
I hate to bring this up, but have you forgiven the townies for how they treated you? If you can't imagine forgiving the townies, how is Jay going to forgive you? You're not a stranger anymore. You not only trapped him with words, you trapped him physically too... I know it's hard to face, Melly. Human nature can be ugly. But we can also choose to be better people. =( *hug*
pie guy : say sorry that was vary mean i know jay a butthead but mrs appleton son she been so nice to you it well make her happier then a monkey in a barrle 1 more feel free not answering this if mom die at 12 (sorry) did she um show you like once a month um to say is there um you know that thing please once of you girl ask her im a guy and stupit
ReplyDeleteThanks, LadyNerd. 'Tho it's hard to apologize to Jay when he's making me clean his shoes and stuff. Aaaaaargh!!!
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean, Pie Guy, and I've got it covered. And that's all I really want to say about that!!!
ReplyDeleteI don't know, it seemed more like flirting than bullying. I think someone might have a secret crush on Jay. ;) Besides, Jay might have liked being between your calves. He didn't sound that upset.
ReplyDeleteAre you kidding??? Me and Jay Appleton??? Ew, ew, ew, ewwwww!!!
ReplyDeleteMaybe that game would have gone a little better if you'd helped him score a slam dunk or two instead.
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