#6: Dress up like a giant five-year-old, and every time someone comes by say, "I

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I grinned hugely as I waited for Trevor to walk by me. I bet you’re thinking, Oh, no! What is Crazy going to do to Trevor? Well, nothing really. Here, it’ll be easier to explain if you just be patient an wait.

Trevor walked toward me with my pig-tails and bows tied into them. He stopped to give me an odd look, which turns to annoyance as I said, “I lost my Mommy.”

“Annette, what are you doing?”

I showed him the list, pointing to it:

#6: Dress up like a giant five-year-old, and every time someone comes by say, “I lost my Mommy.”

“Ah, now it makes sense. How long will you like this?”

“I dunno. Being dressed like a giant five-year-old is kinda fun.”


“Didn’t I tell you not to call me that?”

“I don’t listen to half the things anyone tells me.”

“Figures,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I’ll be doing this until I get bored.”

“Fine,” he grumbled, walking away.

For about fifteen minutes that was all I did. Trevor didn’t seem horribly annoyed with me, almost like he was amused as I grinned and waved as if I didn’t know him, repeating the same old sentence every time he passed.

“You done already?” Trevor asked as I followed him. I grabbed a few of the heavy boxes he had been holding, staying silent. “Hey, what’s up?”

“The sky. Duh,” I said, rolling my gray eyes.

“No, what I mean is: What’s wrong?”


I chewed on my lip nervously, knowing that I just lied to him. Something was wrong. “Liar!” I yelled suddenly, feeling my face turning bright red in my embarrassment.

“So, what’s wrong?”

“Why aren’t you annoyed?”

I was a little surprised at my bluntness. I mean, getting my point across was a trait I’ve had since I was little, but … I’m not sure where I’m going with this.

“Do you want me to be annoyed?”

“No, but…” I chewed on my lip nervously. “But…everyone’s always irritated around me. Nobody’s ever just…”

As soon as we set the boxes down, I began making wild hand motions at him. “Why aren’t you?”

“I don’t know. I’m the oldest of six. So maybe that has something to do with it.”

“Really? How old are they?”

“Three to ten.”

“Whoa, that’s young.”

“What about you? Do you have any siblings?”

“Nope, I’m an only child.”

“Oh, cool.”

“Not really. I’ve always wanted a younger brother to play with.”


“Boys don’t get grossed out like girls, and, I mean, maybe then we’d have something in common.”

“Don’t you have friends or something at school?”

I stayed silent for a moment. “No,” I said quietly.


“Well…I used to be friends with Savannah when I was little…but…”

“But?” Trevor prompted.

“She got a boyfriend, and started spending all her time with him,” I said, playing wit my fingers. “I blamed myself. I felt like I was just too immature to hang out with her anymore. I started playing with other people, but, before I knew it, everyone was growing up, and I was still same old Crazy.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing … I don’t think,” I said confusedly. “But, you know, nobody wants to hang out with a kid.”

He stared at me. “So, let me get this straight: Savannah was your only friend?”

“Yep. Nobody else got what I was about like her. We actually wrote this when we were five.”


“Not all of it. While Savannah was off with her boyfriends, I added a few things in hopes that she’d be my friend again. I guess I still kinda hope.”

“I feel bad for you. You don’t have any friends or siblings to keep you company. What about your parents?”

“They don’t…get why I’m like this. They’ve been getting me tested for years to figure out if I have some brain development problems.”


“All they found was ADHD.”


“Yeah. They try to hide me from all their friends. They’re ashamed, but they won’t admit it.”

“You’re not what I thought you were, Annette. I was absolutely wrong about you.”

“A lot of people are. Nobody ever takes the time to listen anymore.”

There was an awkward silence between. “Well, what do you do all day? No offense, but I highly doubt that you do this everyday.”

“No,” I said, shrugging. “I read some books, study, write some songs…”

“You write songs?”

“Yeah…it’s kind of like my dirty little secret.”

He started laughing. “And I just thought you were a bubble brain up there.”

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