When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E33

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When Distress Meets Distress - S01 E33

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Their words annoyed me. I felt my anger flowing as

I slammed my car door. I tossed my bag into the

backseat carelessly before turning to see Francis

watching me with amusement from outside of the

car. I rolled down the window.

“Are you sure you’re not jealous?” I clenched my

teeth as I glared down at Francis. Instead of

answering him, I just pulled out of my space in the

parking lot and drove onto the road, heading home.

***

Another thing that isn’t helpful is the fact that my

brother still has a burning hatred against me ever

since I gave him a shiner. It’s still there, just not as

prominent. I still have to sneak around the house.

When I walked inside, I accidentally slammed the

door out of anger. I looked over at the dining room

doorway to see my brother sitting at the table,

staring at me. He had a bowl of cereal in front of him

and from the looks of it, it’s soggy.

I immediately panicked. I don’t know where to go. I

have this huge jacket to weigh me down. It can also

block out hits pretty well. Good point. My eyes

darted around the living room for a place to hide.

“Calm down, I’m not mad at you anymore,” he

sighed. I gave him a curious look. Is it safe? “Come

here.”

I slowly walked over towards him, my feet dragging

along the floor. I dropped my bag down beside the

chair across from my brother. “How was school?”

he asked me.

Confused with his question, I blurted out the first

thing that came to mind: “Terrible.”

“Why?” My brother motioned for me to take a seat. I

shed my large coat and placed it on the back of the

chair before sitting down. I rested my hands on my

face.

“I got into an argument,” I blew a strand of hair out

of my face. My brother furrowed his eyebrows.

“With Francis? Again? Do I have to beat this kid up?”

he asked protectively. I shook my head, allowing a

small smile to slip onto my face.

“No, it wasn’t with Francis. It was with Jonah.” I

shrugged, sitting on my right leg. My feet didn’t

touch the floor. I was only 5’2”. If anybody asks

though, I’m 5’3”.

“What happened?” Jeremiah inquired.

“I told him that you think I like him and he insinuated

that I did, but I don’t! So I told him to stay away

from me and I kicked him in the shin and then I

poured a packet of ketchup on his head. So later on,

he sat with Waverly instead of me,” I explained,

realizing that I sounded like a first grader.

“Don’t get angry; but do you think that you might

have a tiny, teensy weensy, miniscule, microscopic,

diminutive, infinitesimal sized crush on him?” My

brother asked, scooting away from me slightly. I

glared at him, patting my pockets for hot sauce

packets. I came up empty.

“Think of it this way, every day you have a little

puppy following you around. This goes on for three

weeks, and one day; the puppy just starts following

someone else,” I explained.

“Well, maybe if you didn’t kick the puppy he would

still be following you,” my brother muttered.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I snapped.

“All I’m saying is that you need to learn how to treat

someone nicely, especially if they’re trying to be your

friend,” my brother sighed. I glared at him. He

wiggled his eyebrows. “So…does this puppy happen

to be cute?”

“Bye, Jeremiah,” I told him, standing up and walking

away.

“He’s cute, isn’t he?” my brother called after me.

“Bye, Jeremiah!” I shouted as I ran up the steps.