Chapter 7 > Sauce

Okk, I didn't think I was going to get it done but I did! I hate being a day behind. Have to catch up. ROAR. Part II starting soon =]. EEP! FOLK FESTIVAL <3 <3 <3.

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Paige, phone.

My muggy eyes watched a giant black insect hover over my bed.

Phone!

I searched and found it between my duvets.

Hello?
Hi.
What do you want?
We have to pick up our report cards!
Now? It’s like…early.
9:00? Hurry up.
Why.
See you later.
Smmpph.
Bye.

My arm collapsed and the phone sunk. I generally felt like drowning, like if the oxygen just happened to turn into water. My room would overflow and I would be too sleepy to move. But one day the whole world could drown if the oxygen turned to water. But how far would the water go? Could you escape it or would the universe turn to water? But there is no oxygen in space. So it wouldn’t be wet out there. But you would only survive with a feed of oxygen, so your tank would suddenly be filled with water and you would choke.

Delirious thoughts of a sleepy up girl. Anyway if Paul says so I will get out of bed for him.

Shuffling out of bed, my hair in its native environment on my head, I pulled on some skinny jeans with green stitching. Along with my rainforest shirt. I thought I needed some sort of bohemian necklace to cover up how bad my hair was going to look, so I slipped on a long chain with a large jangling orb at the bottom. I think it’s for pregnant women.

Went to the bathroom, Dance perfume, clean teeth, frozen water on my neck.

Wow, she’s up!
It’s a miracle, before 9:30!
K…Paul said I have to go now ok?
Do you want some breakfast?
No, I’ll just eat some of this here fruit.
Paige, if you hurry back we can go to the chiropractor today.
Really?
Yeah I can call and make an appointment right now.
Awesome.

I grabbed my purse, my keys, some money, and left on my bike.

Biking.

I stopped at Macs for a slurpee. I had Blue Raspberry but mostly Coke, didn’t want to upset my stomach so much with too many flavors.

I flew to school with a cup of Technicolor sugar and passed by lots of people I knew.

I locked up my bike, flicked my hair, and walked into the school.

The School.

Paul was standing there with Julie.

Heyy!
Hi.
What is your problem calling so early? I swear we could’ve come here all day.
Yeah…I just found that out.
Are you serious?
Yeah. Sorry.
God, now I show up with no sleep looking ugly when I didn’t have to.
Sorry.
No its ok really I’m just horrible. Did you do good?
Ok I guess. I passed stuff; every single of my teachers used the default comment.
Oh.

Paige I really like your necklace, it totally goes with your outfit. It’s neat too.
Hey thanks! It jingles too.
Haha cool.

McCall came down the hallway also with a haircut, behind Mike. I wondered if he had been talking to Mike.

Heyy Paige! You skipped the awards day tut-tut.
K I’m done with school now like whatever! What did you win?
I got Excellent Achievement in metals.
Yeah that’s what I thought you would get, did you pick up your report card yet?
Nope.
Yeah same, I’m going to go get mine come with me I’d be lonely.

Me and McCall left Julie and Paul and walked to the end table. I didn’t realize till after I got my report card that it was alphabetical order and it was just lucky McCall and me had last names that started with the same letter. Almost a very embarrassing moment.

So, Say…dak? Yeah…Sa..Here you are! A big bundle of papers for you!
Thanks!
No problem, have a great summer guys.

Me and McCall opened our cards and checked over our marks.

Bleh I sucked hardcore on the Geo exam. But I did okay. Woah I got the Choir award.

We walked back to our little group.

Wow Paige you got the highest mark in choir!
I didn’t even try in choir…it was just sort’ve there too boost up my average. I skipped to go eat at Paul’s like 5 times!
Well whatever you did really awesome.
Holy didn’t expect that.
And Honor Roll, 90.5% average. Paige you’re smart.
Haha thanks but you’re smarter!

Paige, isn’t that Gloria?

I dropped my stuff and ran over to Gloria, leaping behind her and giving her a giant hug. We nuzzled happily.

Oh my god hi how are you?
Pretty awesome!
Yaaay.
Why didn’t you come to awards day?
Didn’t feel like it. So how’s your summer?
Pretty good. You?
Awesome! I got into that Folk Festival Art group thing?
Cool. Oh I got the Art award!
Wow, you totally deserved it though.

Gloria you got the Art Award?
Yeah!
Oh, is that your full body portrait picture?
Yup.
Where did you get that?
Oh you can just go right down to Mr. Osthus’ room and pick up your stuff.

Gloria lets go!

Gloria and me ran down the ramp papers flapping in our hands.
We got to the art room, and there were tables of giant papers. I picked out ours right away; they both had very colorful backgrounds.

Mine was of a lime girl. I just realized as I looked at it I forgot to give her clothes, or didn’t forget it just never occurred to me to give her any. She was very skinny and her skin was a mixture of neon yellow and green. She was in a very flexible position, the face was thin, and her eyes shut dreamily. Her hair was like a clump of blue anemone on her head. The background had giant halves of lemons and limes floating around. Gloria’s was of a little fairy girl with coral colored hair. Her dress was silky leaves with yellow flowers around the breasts. She was holding a little daisy umbrella & she seemed small for the huge page. Maybe she was just a regular girl but I always though it was a fairy because of how fragile she looked, floating down.

We walked back up the ramp talking about art and the summer and how we had to get together soon to make short films. Paul was still talking with McCall and Julie.

Well I have to go, my mum is waiting in the car.
Yeah, I have to leave for the chiropractor. I’ll see you all soon!

I waved to my group and exited.

Biking.

Crushing into sunlight, I pedaled home with papers wedged in my elbows.

My House.

Hi!
You’re back!
Yeah, and I got over 80% in Pre-Cal.
Awesome!

Me and my parents talked about my grades for a little bit then me and my dad left for the Chiropractor.

The Chiropractic.

In the waiting room I read an article in Time magazine about the South Sandwich Islands. I think I might want to get married there.
They are giant islands, made out of neon blue icebergs and tiny rainforests. Only fish, penguins and descendents of the pterodactyl inhabit the isles, as volcanoes are constantly erupting everywhere. There are sudden sunshowers, blizzards, and tropical storms. The waters are treacherous, but the islands are truly mystical.

The chiropractor was very nice, and poked me with the clicky thing; it felt like my muscles were jumping. He also put foam under my hipbones and positioned my ankles.
My dad and me got to have our faces stuffed in papery wedges in the same room; it was actually nice I thought it would be awkward. My dad and me don’t do enough together I guess.

So you say your hips hurt?
Yes.
I believe it would be because one of your legs is ¾ of an inch short than the other. Well the leg itself isn’t shorter but your hips have undergone so much warp-age that one leg has been wound tighter at the top. Understand?
Yes.
So you just have to stretch your hips a lot and I would suggest you come back here often.
Okay.
Alright? So I’ll see you soon.
Bye.
Bye, here are your glasses.
Thank you.

Out Driving.

We left and drove downtown to the Folk Festival building. We had to park farther away because of a special event. A large portion of road was blocked off for little caf&#;s and places to sit and 3 or 4 live jazz bands were playing. The street was immersed in the offbeat bumps of trombones and honey saxophone noise.

I hate all this…free jazz. I need something with a beat.
I don’t mind it, but I play a saxophone. Maybe if you played a jazz instrument you would appreciate it more.
Hmp.

We went into the building and were directed up the stairs to a posh office space with curvy ceilings and glass blocks. 3 or 4 artsy women with leggings and flowy shirts gave me my schedule package for the week.

So she’s the young artist? What a sweetie.
We went back down and perused all the CD’s. Most of them were musicians playing at this years Folk Festival, or else from previous Festivals. I liked a lot of the music, and so did my dad. I wondered what he would think of the Folk Festival if he went.

My House.

When I got home, I cut up a strawberry bagel that my grandma had gave me yesterday and ate it while watching Star Trek. It was the one about the girl who tricks Kirk into giving his life and the secret of mortality back to her world. Scary actually.

Phone rings.

Hello?
Hi.
Oh hi! What’s up?
Not much…watching some TV. What about you?
Yeah same just I’m eating a bagel.

I told Jess about my morning.

Wow. Busy.
Yep.
So what are you doing now?
Taking a shower, but when I’m done I’ll call you.
Ok talk to you then!
Bye.
Bye!

Shower. I tried to use one of my wax strips on my legs but I guess my hair isn’t long enough yet.

I got out of the shower, straightened my hair and went to Jess’.

Jess’ House.

Hi! Wow, I love your new hair color. Its so pretty, just like that touch lighter than shines in the sun.
Thanks!
So what are we going to do?

We made a list & decided to work on our dances and then go for a slurpee.

Jess was wearing her clothes she was only supposed to wear to Poland. It was her juicy pink shirt with little strawberries and the hardcore bongo capris with pink stitching and star shaped pockets. I had tried the capris on before, but my butt wasn’t big enough to fit in them.

We worked on our dances. Mine ended being 2:10, Jess’ was 2:24. We were so close to being done! Her parents came downstairs and we proudly showed off our dances.

To Macs.

We were so hot so we left for Macs. Slurpee #2.
I got Coke & Blue Raspberry again because I really enjoyed that, and Jess got all Cream soda. She then decided whether or not to buy an Eat More.
Next time I’ll get one okay?
K.

I had wanted her to get it because I’d never tried one and they looked yummy.

She paid me back my money and we left. We walked past the little day care & all the little tots were playing on the thick plastic structure.

See I think I’m going to volunteer there sometime.
Yeah I could never do that.
Why? You’re so good with kids!
What are you talking about! That one girl on our street made friends with me and whenever I see her I run for my life.

Yeah I guess.

A big Indian biker revved his motorcycle and rushed down the street.

I would like a motorcycle. Well maybe not want one but at least hold onto someone riding one. Do you need a license to like ride tandem with someone?
I don’t know, but I would never want a motorbike I’d want a power scooter. Like how cute are they?
That is so pathetic.
No it’s not! A nice little hot pink one. Like I wouldn’t go to far just to the store or Macs or whatever not like…Downtown.
Hahaha. Well I think I would like to be a biker girl at some point in my life.

Jess’ House.

We got back to her house; I threw out my Slurpee cup then went home for dinner.

My House.

My parents were making spaghetti with tomato sauce and exotic mushrooms. It smelled nice and was surprisingly good. Not spicy.

Jess’ House.

I went back to Jess’ and her mum took us to Dollarama, the Post Office, Superstore & Safeway. I bought a small polka dotted photo album at Dollarama for all my new photos and waved to all my work friends at Safeway. The nice black cashier guy was working and told me I looked pretty, and the super cute courtesy clerk was working and he smiled at me and said hello! =D and some other nice people like Ashley with her new hair said hi as well.

Once we came home we played hide and go seek outside. The boundaries were my entire yard and hers and home free was her front step. I counted first.

23, 24, 25.

I always opened my eyes on 25.

I crept along her little path, almost tripping over her sandals she had left behind. I searched my front yard and peeked into her back.

We played for at least an hour. I hid in my pine trees, in my house, on the roof, in the garage, just ran, crept over and under fences and ran for my life. Such a good time.

Then we went inside and downstairs to review our dances. We recorded them with her digital camera so we could see how they were looking. They seemed absolutely fantastic to me.
My dance was so harsh, creative, sexy, and with lots of pop, press, and motions on the beat.
Jess’ dance was cute, also very sexy, more lyrical, and the movements flowed overtop of the music rather than depending on it.
I loved watching our dances, both of our bodies said such different things about us, and were so different. Even though we are moving generally the same. I love that about people. How they move tells about there personality. See that’s why I believe in palm reading.
Like, obviously a lot of emotion is expressed through your hands. They do everything for you and keep you alive. I think certain people can train to like, interpret the lines of the hands and see the character or a person. Wouldn’t a dancer or artist have whimsy branched lines, and a hard worked more sculpted worn lines? And that would be simple stuff, I’m sure you could go so in-depth with it. Wouldn’t that be a neat job? Like, a body-movement-personality-interpreter.

After adding a few seconds to our dance, Jess’ mum kicked me out and I went home. I was super tired, so I quickly hand-washed my work clothes with my extremely pretty smelling detergent. It’s pink and smells like Vanilla & Orchids. Then I put them in the dryer, and meant to stay awake to take them out.

I went upstairs, brushed my teeth and whatever, and then sat around in my dim room with the White Stripes gloomily banging in the background as I placed all my pictures into my album.

I took of my glasses, placed everything by my side, and set my alarm.