History Doesn't Repeat Itself

Chapter 9

Classic Willow.

According to the schedule, we had to visit a theme park. Fortunately, there was a new one just outside of town. My mom agreed to drive us there in exchange for buying her one of those caramel apples.

Though my mom had a healthy diet, a perfectly healthy body, and a scary workout routine, she had one of the biggest sweet tooths. Most of the time, I find her either: Sucking on a cherry-flavored Jolly Rancher or eating a whole Toblerone bar with a cup of apple juice. Not water. Just apple juice.

She never even got cavities. Those pearly whites are much more resilient than they look.

We hop out of the car and ran as fast as we could. We didn't want to waste time having small talk, we came there to have fun and we did.

I ended up buying five caramel apples, 2 for Willow and me, and 3 for my mother.

It was starting to get dark and according to the plan, we had to go home and sleep for around 8 hours.

I texted my mom to pick us up and I sent her a selfie of me with the caramel apples.

"Hey, Willie, do the thing," I say.

"Don't call me that, Chris. It makes me sound like a dick. An actual one." Willow says.

laughing.

"Oh. You have a point I guess."

"What thing?"

"Oh, you know exactly what I'm talking about."

"I. . . don't. . ."

"Please? My precious Willow? Please do the awesome airy something for me," I say, giving her the old puppy eyes.

She looks at me with her eyebrows furrowed, tilting her head and slowly smiling.

My puppy eyes work every time.

"Fine, just one Aerial though, alright? I've already done this three times already."

"Just one," I say, pulling out the polaroid camera from the bag I was holding. "Hold this while you do it."

I hand her the plastic bag that was filled with the caramel apples. "Do a pose while you're in the air too, like a peace sign or something," I say.

Willow smiles and cocks an eyebrow, "So I'm your personal model now?"

"No, Willow. I just—"

"I'd fucking love to be." She says, laughing afterward. "Come on, let's do it there." She says, pointing at an empty spot where not many people were present.

Mom was on her way, so we had to snap this photo quickly before she arrived.

Willow ran to the spot and I followed her shortly after, not noticing the pothole on the ground.

The next thing I knew, my ass was on the ground. I felt waves of pain through my foot and my ankle as I screamed bloody murder.

I could hear Willow laughing hysterically behind me.

"Jesus, Christy. What are you doing?" She says.

I couldn't talk so I turned my head to her with teardrops hanging down the bottom of my eyes. I shake my head in a way that says I am in serious pain, please help me.

"Oh, shit. You're serious." She glances at my heel. "Oh god. Your foot, it's bleeding."

I see that it is. Thanks for telling me, captain obvious. I would have said if I wasn't screaming.

I knew my basic first aid so the first thing I needed to do was stop the bleeding with a cloth or something.

Willow was taking off my shoe as gently as she can while I frantically zip open my backpack and look for the best thing I could wipe the wound with.