What if I apologize and she STILL won’t talk to me????
Even Later on Sunday
I just turned on my computer to look up some stuff about Afghanistan on the Internet (I have to write a paper for World Civ on a current event), and then I saw that someone was instant messaging me. I hardly ever get instant messages, so I was totally excited.
But then I saw who it was from: CracKing.
Michael Moscovitz? What could he want?
Here’s what he wrote:
CRACKING: HEY, THERMOPOLIS. WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU LAST NIGHT? IT’S LIKE YOU WENT MENTAL, OR SOMETHING.
Me? Mental???
FTLOUIE: FOR YOUR INFORMATION, I DID NOT GO MENTAL. I JUST GOT TIRED OF YOUR SISTER ALWAYS T
ELLING ME WHAT TO DO. NOT THAT IT’S ANY OF YOUR BUSINESS.
CRACKING: WHAT ARE YOU BEING SO SNOTTY ABOUT? OF COURSE IT’S MY BUSINESS. I HAVE TO LIVE WITH HER, DON’T I?
FTLOUIE: WHY? IS SHE TALKING ABOUT ME?
CRACKING: YOU COULD SAY THAT.
I can’t believe she’s been talking about me. And you know she can’t have been saying anything good.
FTLOUIE: WHAT’S SHE SAYING?
CRACKING: I THOUGHT IT WASN’T ANY OF MY BUSINESS.
I’m so glad I don’t have a brother.
FTLOUIE: IT ISN’T. WHAT’S SHE SAYING ABOUT ME?
CRACKING: THAT SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT’S WITH YOU THESE DAYS, BUT EVER SINCE YOUR DAD CAME TO VISIT YOU’VE BEEN ACTING LIKE A HEAD CASE.
FTLOUIE: ME? A HEAD CASE? WHAT ABOUT HER? SHE’S THE ONE WHO’S ALWAYS CRITICIZING ME. I’M SO SICK OF IT!! IF SHE WANTS TO BE MY FRIEND, WHY CAN’T SHE JUST ACCEPT ME THE WAY I AM???
CRACKING: NO NEED TO YELL.
FTLOUIE: I’M NOT YELLING!!!
CRACKING: YOU’RE USING EXCESSIVE AMOUNTS OF PUNCTUATION, AND ON-LINE, THAT’S LIKE YELLING. BESIDES, SHE’S NOT THE ONLY ONE CRITICIZING. SHE SAYS YOU WON’T SUPPORT HER BOYCOTT OF HO’S DELI.
FTLOUIE: WELL, SHE’S RIGHT. I WON’T. IT’S STUPID. DON’T YOU THINK IT’S STUPID?
CRACKING: SURE IT’S STUPID. ARE YOU STILL FLUNKING ALGEBRA?
That was out of the blue.
FTLOUIE: I GUESS SO. BUT CONSIDERING THE FACT THAT MR. G SLEPT OVER LAST NIGHT, I’LL PROBABLY SCRAPE BY WITH A D. WHY?
CRACKING: WHAT? MR. G SLEPT OVER? AT YOUR PLACE? WHAT WAS THAT LIKE?
Now, why did I tell him that? It’ll be all over school by tomorrow morning. Maybe Mr. G will get fired! I don’t know if teachers are allowed to date their pupils’ mothers. Why did I tell Michael that?
FTLOUIE: IT WAS PRETTY AWFUL. BUT THEN HE KIND OF JOKED AROUND, AND MADE IT OKAY. I DON’T KNOW. I SHOULD PROBABLY BE MORE MAD, BUT MY MOM’S SO HAPPY, IT’S HARD.