My Life as a Teenage Rebel

Little Andrew and the Big Bad Twins

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Andrew Thompson

ASIDE Little Andrew and the Big Bad Twins

Mom was constantly having me change schools when I was a kid. Why? Heck if I know. She used to be a teacher herself, so I’m assuming she was just never satisfied with the educating staff. That year was special though, because we all knew I had a baby brother or a baby sister coming along. Mom would stop fussing over me and my “educating staff” and start fussing over the baby.

Honestly, Dad and I were relieved.

Oh, and apparently, I was “cute,” so no matter what school I went to the girls were always approaching me. Nowadays it was okay, but when I thought cooties were real it was a huge problem. I mean, a seven-year-old boy being chased around by girls of varying ages making kissy faces and marriage proposals? Talk about a heart attack. But it’s all good; I was ten now.

“Can we sit with you?” a girly, almost squeaky voice asked me.

Looking up from my History book, I saw three girls standing before me. One was blonde with the craziest hair ever, another was a brunette with pink glasses, and the last was a freckled red-head. I don’t really remember the other two girl’s names, but the red-head’s name was Star. Isn’t that pretty? Star.

I did the thing that makes all the girls gasp and start whispering to each other behind their hands: I curved one corner of my mouth and tilted my head 20-degrees to the right, smiling lopsidedly. “Sure,” I said coolly, “I could use some help with this Christopher Columbus stuff anyways.”

The blonde and the brunette helplessly let out a high-pitched giggle, and I smirked at this. But when I looked at the red-head, I just saw her stare at me, as if she was watching a TV show. They all pulled up chairs and took their seats, opening their books to my page.

While they did that, I looked around the room so that maybe if somebody else was doing History, we could make our group bigger.

Math book, math book, math book… Language Arts? That wasn’t one of our options! Math book, math book… Ah, History. My gaze stopped at a table in the corner of the room, where a boy and a girl dressed in jeans and the same colored shirts sat alone. I pointed to them. “Why don’t we ask them to join us? We might get our work done faster that way.” I suggested.

All three girls looked up to see what I was pointing at, and then they all quickly glanced at each other. Aaand then they started whispering. Seriously, what was with girls and whispering?

“What?” I asked, already starting to get vaguely annoyed.

“Uh…” the brunette hesitated. “We can’t…work with them.”

“Well, why not?” I asked.

“Because they’re the Madison twins.”

I paused, and then I became slightly weary. For Pete’s sake, I just wanted a straight answer.

And as if she read my mind, Star spoke up, “He’s new here,” she reminded her friends. Her voice made me pause again though. Not too quiet, not too loud; not too soft, not too rough…and not too squeaky. Perfect. Star looked at me now, and for a brief moment I was lost in her soft brown eyes before she spoke again, “Ky and Kyle keep to themselves. They don’t talk to anyone, and if you talk to them they’ll ignore you- if you’re lucky. And if you’re not-”

“They’ll pick on you until you cry.” the blonde cut Star off, and I wanted to slap her for it. “They’re bullies. They’re mean.”

“No, they’re not.” Star told her friend, and then sighed. “They’re just misunderstood. They need friends but they just push people away.”