Here's is M, N, O, P, Q, and R! And I just would like to let you all know that I won't be updating tomorrow, Saturday and maybe not Sunday. I have family coming over from a faraway place.
May 3, 2012 -
M - Marching
I could just feel the sweat dripping down my t-shirt as I played our marching band's song for about the millionth time. Around me, other kids were red and panting-couldn't they see we needed to go inside? The sun wavered as I held up my sousaphone to play this stupid song yet again. Whole note. Whole note. Quarter, quarter, whole note. I hated my "harmony" all of the time. Maybe I should have picked an instrument that actually got to play the melody.
There were only two of us in this marching band-Iggy Jameson and I. We got along quite well, Iggy and I. We fooled around practically the whole time and almost never got caught. There are so many inside jokes between us it's not even funny. He is one of the reasons I don't switch to another instrument, we have great times every band period.
"It's so damn hot out," I told Iggy softly at a moment of rest. He, of course, wasn't hot at all. Iggy was brought up in Arizona or something, I don't know. But he never got sunburned or tan, he stayed pale. Lucky him. His skin wasn't even hot. "I hate the fact that I have to suffer and you don't."
He stuck out his tongue at me, but couldn't reply because we had to finish the song. Once the drums started to play cadence, we began to talk again. "Stinks to be you," he muttered back. "But you can have my water bottle, Maxie. Yours is gone and I don't need it, really."
I protested after that, but I knew nothing that I said could sway him. So, naturally, I drank out of it. "I love you Iggy, I really do," I said quickly and chugged, only noticing that he had taken a small sip before I drank out of it. It was like having his lips on mine .. in a sense. Nevertheless, I'm glad I took that water bottle.
N - Never (Say Never)
"You know who I hate?" Iggy grumbled one fine morning, scrolling through the top ten songs on iTunes. "Justin Bieber. He thinks he can sing so well before and after puberty. Seriously, first "Baby" and now "Boyfriend?"
"Believe me, I know," I muttered, looking over his shoulder. "I can't believe how popular he is with some girls. Nudge, for example. It's darn annoying."
"Yeah, and remember the name of his movie?" Iggy laughed. It was ridiculous how a movie was made about his life, I agree. "'Never Say Never.'"
I choked on a laugh, not wanting to wake the late-rising children up. "It's ironic, isn't it? He's telling us to never say never, yet he says it right after he says never."
"That doesn't really make the best of sense, yet I get what you're saying, Maxie," Iggy grinned. "There's even a song for it, except I changed a lyric. 'Never say never, 'cause our love is forever.'"
O - Octopus
"Yum," I said, chewing the strangely chewy item that Iggy said. Was that olive oil I tasted? Whatever it was, it helped getting the food item down my throat. As I swallowed (finally, my poor jaw,) I asked, "What is this again?"
"Why, Maxie, you should know by now!" He said, looking innocent. And looking like he was holding a laugh in. "I only made you your favorite meal because I love you!"
"Yeah, thanks, but I don't think I've ever had this before. I don't even know what it is and I think I would know what my favorite meal is," I pointed out, poking my fork at him. "So, can you tell me?"
"Fine," Iggy pouted. "But you're no fun, no fun at all. It's octopus, obviously. I'm not kidding this time. I got it from-wait, Maxie, Lord, are you okay? Oh, that's not pretty.. not pretty at all-oh no, round two, can you make it to the bathroom..? Please..? Aw, come on!-ew, I just washed that floor..."
P - Potatoes
"Get'cha prized potatoes here!" Young Max called out, holding a brown vegetable in her hand as cars came past.
When nobody stopped, she sat down, dejectedly. "No one ever wants a nice potato. All they want is a cup of lemonade that'll rot their teeth and give them nasty, nasty cavities. Potatoes are healthy and yummy! Lots of carbs and stuff all wrapped up in a big, brown thing!"
"I'll take a potato." A small voice said and I looked over the stand to see a small reddish-blonde boy about my age. "How much?"
"A kiss," I grinned and handed him the potato. He responded with a peck on the cheek. I grinned and waved as he left, holding the spot that he kissed. What a nice boy..
Q - Queen
"I am the queen," I declared, sitting on my sofa throne. "You are all my royal subjects and you shall do what I say." My subjects stood before me and eyed my shiftily.
You see, it's Mother's Day, and it was their genius idea for me to be a "queen" for the day. (Not like I wasn't already.) I was going to make this as painless as possible .. not.
"Gazzy, you clean up the breakfast dishes in exactly two minutes. I'm timing you. Nudge, you start working on your room, shouldn't be too hard, though it's quite unorganized already. Ange, you go weed the garden while the sun isn't too hot yet. Total, start cleaning up after yourself, I don't want to pick up your mess anymore."
As everyone filed out, I could have sworn I heard Total say, "She's taking this all a bit too seriously." The nerve of that dog, the nerve. Why, I oughta..
Hey, that's okay, they're just doing the jobs I do everyday! (I'm a poet and I didn't even know it!)
After I had given them all their lovelyful jobs, Iggy came to sit on the couch next to me. "What about me, Queen Maxie?" He questioned slyly. "What does the O Great and Benevolent Max have in store?"
In response, I kissed him. He is my royal .. uh, kisser, I guess.
R - Race
"I'm going to beat you today, Iggy!" I crowed as we lined up at the starting line. "You always manage to beat me, how, I have no idea, you're blind, but that doesn't matter today! I can just feel the win!"
"Don't count your chickens before they hatch," Iggy warned as the gun sounded and we were off.
Neck and neck, we were. Our feet pounded at the pavement and I could feet a stitch in my side forming. Heck, why couldn't I manage to breath right on these things? I always, always had to get a stitch.
But I had a plan, like always. They usually didn't work, like always, but I thought this one might be a winner. (Like always.)
"Ow, ow, my leg!" I cried out the best I could, slowing down to grab my shin. This was my plan, of course, and I was going to get him to stop to help me. When he came to help, I would sprint ahead of him. Muahahaha!
But what I didn't see was a carefully placed rock, (a setup, perhaps) and I tripped, causing me to fall down for real. "Ow," I grunted, all sprawled out on the nice pavement.
"You okay Maxie?" Iggy asked, concern in his voice as he jogged over to where I lay.
"Well, I've always been the clumsiest of them all," I muttered. "But I'm fine."
"Positive?" He bent down to check my leg, but I was quicker, catching a small kiss on his lips.
"I am now."