I still couldn’t speak, so I tried acting out what happened, and even after four bottles of water, an hour of my parents guessing and failing miserably, and myself cooling down and coming back to reality, they still couldn’t guess what I was trying to tell them. Eventually, I slapped my head and decided to lead them to the key word, ‘hug.’ “Oh, did your friend hug you?” my mom asked. I nodded. My parents' expression rapidly changed when they finally cracked the code. It seemed as if they had forgotten all about the ‘chat’ they had prepared for me, and instead just let me be, but I think they were excited yet depressed in ways. Excited in the sense that their first-born child liked a girl, but depressed that their children had grown up too fast. And if that’s saying something, Tyler was twelve at this time, so we were growing old and fast. And then an unspeakable event occurred. I came to school on the morning of October 13th to find Kate crying. I couldn’t exactly make sense of what was happening, because I’m obviously not a mind reader, so I tried my best to console her. Eventually, she put her hand on mine, as I had wrapped my arm around her. I mustered up the courage to ask her, “Hey, what’s going on? Are you okay?” Kate replied, drowned in her sorrow, “I just got a call from my mom. My dad has cancer, and now has to quit work and go on bed rest. He found this out today when he took an exam and showed up to work unbelievably ill.” What Kate had said to me had made me feel so bad for her. I tried to help her stop crying by giving her a hug. I still don’t know if it helped or not, but at least she accepted it. I asked her, “Is there anything I can do to help you feel any better?” Kate, again, didn’t give an immediate response, but this told me I was in for something good. She pointed toward the bathrooms, so I walked her there under the assumption that she needed to go to the bathroom. She pointed to the women’s bathroom, and I thought of two things, because she still wasn’t speaking, that she was waiting for someone else to go in with her for emotional support or she had watched too many Charlie Chaplin silent films. Regardless, she pointed at me, like she wanted me to go to a girls’ restroom. From what I could tell, there were two girls in there, probably smoking. Once the girls had left, she grabbed my hand and darted in the room. “What are we doing in here?” I asked her. “You’ll see,” she finally replied suspiciously.
No giveaway this week... but 10 more hearts for Part 18! :D You know what to do... make sure to read the first 16 parts first before this one :D Lemme know what you think of the series! :D Btw twins: Chaplin is a silent film GOD
