Claire
“Claire,” my mother yelled, practically in my ear, “We need to leave for your therapy session or we will be late, again!” I rolled my eyes like I always do. Mother never thought much of these “stories.” She told my they were just that, just stories.
Anyway, back to my story. Well, let me start from the beginning.
“Left, Left, Left, Right, Left.” The incessant screams of my commanding officer echo in my ears.
The day most students were dreading, I’ve been awaiting. I had a little surprise for Captain Stone.
“Maggot,” she always called. She couldn’t wait to make a mockery out of me every day. Now it was my turn, it was time for my revenge to finally break loose. I looked up, tipped my camouflage hat, and it came. Over 20 pounds of gravel, mud, dirt, and debris poured onto the Captain. When it hit her shoulders, she fell to the ground, and when it stopped, you couldn’t see her at all. I almost thought she had dodged the goop, but then I heard it, the scream of pain.
Everyone, even William, the most serious student, gave out a huge guffawed. Yeah, revenge is sweet! “Claire!” Everyone was still laughing; I didn’t hear what she said until, “CLAIRE!” Captain yelled even louder. I, along with everyone else, stood at attention and quit laughing. Stone walked over to me, looked me in the eyes, and said, “You think this is funny, Maggot?” The mud and gravel had messed up her hair; her uniform was deeply stained, “Well,” I started to say, “maybe a little.”
“You are in so much trouble,” I could see the vigor in her eyes, “you will never see this school again.” YES!!! Victory is mine! “What?” I started trembling; my knees locked up, my mouth went dry, and my words slurred together, “but my parents will kill me!” Maybe I should be actress when I grow up.
This whole “getting in trouble stuff” isn’t exactly news to anyone. I guess I tried to follow the rules when I was younger, but when your mother is always hurting you like she hurts me because you’re not the spitting image of her, you start to think, “Why should I care?”
Military School was my idea, and Mother agreed to try it. This trial run did not go so well. “Maggot, do this. Maggot, do that.” Stone’s words echo in my ears every minute of every day. Military School was worth it because of one thing, well person. Pugh is my best friend; I cannot imagine going to this H-E- double hockey sticks called school without him here. Never thought this school would be bearable for the 5 months I was here. Wow! Never thought I’d say that.
Getting to the point, the only reason I tried to get rid of Stone was because of the one thing she couldn’t leave alone. Pugh was minding his own business, and of course, Stone goes and starts doing things I’ve never seen her do. She smiled at him, giggled softly, and kept walking past. What the heck was she doing? Of course, she was flirting with my best friend, and the guy I kind of secretly like, but that is beside the point. She just kept flirting and flirting: approaching him, touching his arms, and drawing attention to her mouth. These are all clear signs of flirting. I know I’m bad at hiding my feelings, but she was making this way to obvious.
My plan started to formulate that night. “What are you doing, Maddie?” This familiar voice startled me, “Pugh! You know I hate it when you do that,” I said barely able to steal my breath back from the wind. “Sorry,” Pugh said in a sarcastic tone. “Sorry Pugh,” I said kind of relieved, “just formulating a plan.” “For what?” “Getting out of this school; I can’t stand it anymore. The people are rude, the leaders are stuck up, and there is no one here that understands me.” “Hello?! Your best friend is right here!” “Not including you. And that is a complement.” “So,” the evil grin on his face grew, “how can I help?”
Once the plan was written and drawn in black and white, we started to muster together supplies. “Pugh, do you have the wheelbarrow?” I asked as they do in the movies, “Check, Captain Chaos,” he replied in a very serious tone, saluting me. “Really,” I said raising an eyebrow. “Oh, I’m sorry,” the sarcasm floated through the air, “Ma’am, yes, ma’am!” I couldn’t help but laugh.
Everything was in place and accounted for; her face is going to be so hysterical. “So,” Pugh sounded curious, “what’s next?” “I don’t know,” I said, “what do you want to do?” “I have some ideas. Come on, let’s go,” “Okay,” I said, the smile on my face grew.
As he led me to his room, I was thinking of all we would do. “Sit down, make yourself comfortable!”Pugh had a mischievous look on his face. Doing as he asked, I sat down on the bed. The dusty, worn old sheets were uncomfortable, but I managed around it. Pugh came and sat down next to me. “Hey,” he was out of breath, we probably shouldn’t have run over here, we probably attracted more attention than necessary. “Hey,” I was out of breath, too. He looked deep into my eyes and whispered in my ear, “You are the one,” he emphasized the word you. “I’ve wanted you, not Stone. Please, kiss me!” I did as he asked; I kissed him. He tilted his head so we could kiss better, more intense each second and I didn’t stop. His hot breath on my neck, my heat was racing, beating so hard I hoped he couldn’t hear it.
“Do-Do-Do. Da-Da-Da.” The old trumpet cacophony sprung me out of bed. I knew it was too good to be true.
The next thing I knew, I was at Pugh’s room. Knocking at the door, I saw Stone walking by. The normal routine was that if you saw a higher ranking officer you solute, so I pretended not to see, cause I would have started laughing.
Pugh
