BEFORE I KNEW IT, I was opening my eyes to Friday morning. For a moment, I felt something was amiss. Then I realized what it was - no nightmares! They had been plaguing me on and off this week. Fortunately, they hadn't been bad enough to wake Dad.I sent a heartfelt thank you out into the great unknown to whomever or whatever had helped me, because I was really grateful for the uninterrupted night of sleep. Sure enough, the mirror reflected that sleep really could do miracles. By the time I headed downstairs, Dad had been long gone. He had left early so he wouldn't be stuck in the traffic that wound through the mountains toward Silicon Valley, where his office was located. It was a horrible commute. A Post-it note stuck to the front door:"Have a great day, Tru! Lunch in the fridge! Love, Dad"I smiled and grabbed breakfast. Ruthie chatted all the way to school about lame little brothers and how late she had stayed up to finish homework. She was still stuck in her bubble.
"HEY, ISAAC! CAUGHT SOMEONE for you!" He laughed evilly. Isaac was on me in a second, grabbing me from Hugh's arms. Ignoring my pleas, he laid one on me, milk and all. And it wasn't horrible, just super weird because I knew everyone was staring; I hated that. Hugh released me, cackling. The entire quad of students was laughing and pointing at us, at me. I froze. This was way too much like my outcast memories of last year. Isaac caught on to my extreme discomfort before anyone else noticed my freaked-out state. As quick as lightning, he threw me over his shoulder and hauled me around the nearest building. Plopping me down on the pavement against a wall of lockers, he crouched down to cradle my face. With a corner of his shirt, he wiped the milk from both of us.Regret practically bled from his eyes. "Tru, I'm really, really sorry if that hurt you in any way. I was just having fun."I knew that already, and I totally knew I was blowing things out of proportion. I smiled sadly, wish
I WOKE UP SATURDAY morning exhausted. Another night of dreaming. But I didn't remember much. Just bits and pieces. Back to the cavemen people. Something about families attacking one another, a woman with seven wolves howling around her, and glowing red eyes. It was just creepy. No wonder I slept poorly.I decided to make Dad breakfast for a change, so I hustled into the kitchen in my PJs and took out some bacon and hash browns. I got those started before mixing up the eggs. The tediousness of my actions was soothing and soon erased the eerie feeling from my dreams. It didn't take long for Dad to smell the food. Waking up to bacon was the best.Dad and I spent the day cleaning and sprucing up the place. It was long overdue and we rewarded ourselves with pizza and a movie that night. It felt nice, normal. No school drama, no boy problems, and no strange wolf appearances. For the first time since Mom died, it seemed that our life would, indeed, get better. This was us moving on. It was
A BETTER SOLUTION PRESENTED itself when Bobby ran into me on my way to the library. He looked sharp today, just jeans and a t-shirt, but he was still like a different person. For one thing, he looked like he actually cared what he looked like. His hair was neatly styled with gel and his clothes weren't dirty or wrinkled. He also radiated positivity, the kind that made you want to join him wherever he was going. He was plain 'ol confident. Good for him, I thought. After we briefly caught up on his family, he invited me to sit with him and some old friends for lunch. I was so pleased to hear that he was hanging with other people again, and I wanted to support the new him, so I agreed. Plus, it solved my little lunch dilemma. I doubted Ruthie would care. She and Val would be all over each other anyway. I sent her a quick text so she wouldn't wonder and give me crap about it later.Bobby's friends huddled around a table at the far edge of the quad, which was completely opposite my regular
AFTER SCHOOL, ISAAC AND Phoebe begged another ride from Ruthie, and once again, I found myself smashed up next to Isaac in the backseat.Ruthie decided to drop me off first. As we pulled into my driveway, I noticed that Dad's truck was missing, and I remembered that he would be working late a lot this week.Phoebe stepped out and helped to extract me from the backseat. With surprising strength, she whisked me out and onto the driveway."Geez," said Ruthie, "you guys are turning my cute car into a sideshow!"I chuckled. "It's like a clown car." We were still cracking clown jokes as I pulled out my backpack and prepared to leave them. Suddenly, Phoebe and Isaac froze and gave each other one of their twin looks."Oh, for pork's sake, what's wrong now?" exclaimed Ruthie impatiently. She glanced at her car clock, obviously worried about getting home on time. I knew she didn't want to risk the sweet deal she had with her parents, who were threatening to take her car away if she didn't
SHRUGGING OFF MY UNEASE, I looked around our backyard again. There was just a small patch of grass next to Mom's garden. Dad was barely keeping it alive. I wondered how long it would last. Mom had been raised in the farming belt of California. Even though the coastal town of Scotts Valley was wooded and often covered in fog, she still managed to produce a flourishing garden. Dad had planted one this summer in her memory. By some miracle, the tomatoes were still growing. I walked closer to pick some of the ripe ones. That's when I noticed the footprints from a dog. But, these were huge! I followed them around the dirt. They were all over the backyard. Although it seemed ages ago, I recalled the wolf I'd seen on the way to school. What was going on? Shivering, I hurried into the house and locked the doors.That night I finally dreamed about my mom. Dad and Uncle Ira were in it, too. It had that nostalgic quality, like a filter on a camera lens.**Uncle Ira sat on the couch, in our ol
"SO, THROW ME A bone, would you?" pleaded Ruthie. She was asking about Isaac, and about what had happened when she'd dropped me off after school yesterday. It was fun making her wait because her impatience made me laugh. But I couldn't keep her in suspense any longer or I'd be breaking the BFF code. The thing was, I just couldn't work up the excitement I had felt yesterday when Isaac asked me to the dance. Today, it was overshadowed by a sense of apprehension I didn't understand. Part of me wondered if I should have said no."Well," I said, dragging it out a little longer. We were driving to school, and cutting it close to bell time. "What if I said nothing happened?" Telling her might make us late.Ruthie looked like a kicked puppy. "Well, I guess I read the situation differently," she mused sadly. "My skills are seriously slacking. I could have sworn I saw some 'situation manipulation' happening there in the backseat of my car. Plus, that whole kissing chase the other day. I mean,
AFTER THAT SCHOOL PASSED pleasantly and before I knew it, I was walking to English. As was the custom in many California schools, the classrooms opened to outdoor, covered sidewalks, which spread like a web to all the other buildings that were scattered across campus. I was rounding the corner in a rush because the bell was about to ring when two girls sideswiped me going different directions. This spun me in a circle, sending my books flying, and I threw out my hands to stop my fall. I looked up to catch the mock surprise from my assailants, who just happened to be Zena's groupies."Oh my gosh! I'm sooo sorry.""You should really look where you're going! You could hurt someone."Then they hurried off giggling, just as the bell sounded. I caught the words "psycho" and "brain damage." Gathering up my stuff, I noticed that my hands were bleeding. When I rubbed them on my pants, I saw a small tear across one knee. A long sigh escaped me and I continued on to class. Maybe Mr. Mac wouldn