OverComing

Tragedy

  Tuesday morning. Damp and misty. Barely able to see one's own hand in front of their face. Carter and I walking to our small middle school known as Mallberry Middle School, home of the hornets. To no surprise, my sister was rambling on about our upcoming pre algebra test. Her rambling consists of 'Oh, I'm gonna do so amazing on it' or 'It will be a piece of cake'. Her oblivious self hasn't learned her lesson back on November 5th of 6th grade. 

  The 5th of November was scheduled to be the day we took our first History test. My sister, being the naive little brat she was and is, was gloating about it going to be the easiest test she's ever taken. Hell, we all were. However, some of us *cough cough* Carter *cough cough* didn't quite understand what the term karma meant. Carter went around the school boasting about how she was going to get the highest grade. A few days after the test, the tests were handing back to us. Not only did Carter not get the highest grade, but she had gotten a D+

  "You know what I'm saying?" Carter asked me, interrupting my thoughts. I honestly was not listening to her at all. "Huh? Oh....y..yeah.....suuuuuure" I stuttered. She should know by now that I hardly ever listen to her. I only really listen to my teachers, parents, and my best friend Ryder.

  Ryder and I are the kind of friends where nothing is awkward between us. We know the most personal and deepest secrets of one another. We are intimate friends at times, such as when we occasionally hold hands, hold each other and when I steal his jacket. Most people when they first meet us assume we are dating. However we aren't dating. Him and I are only intimate because I am all he has.  On his 7th birthday his parents abandoned him because his family valued girls more than guys. So, for half of his life he has been homeless. 

  "Oh really? Then what did I say?" Carter asked in a snarky tone with a hint of sass.  I turned my head slowly in her direction like a mom would if her child embarrassed her in public and she can't beat that child yet. My breathing became heavier and heavier the longer I looked at my sister. The facial expression she was making was indescribable. Sort of like a try not to laugh face mixed with anger.

  "OW! MY STOMACH!!" I laughed uncontrollably. I completely lost my cool. My laughter was uncontainable. I was finally able to catch myself and refrain from laughing for a brief moment until I glanced up at my sister. I burst out laughing once more. This time, her facial expression changed. It was now a mixture of confusion and disgust.

  "WHAT ARE YOU LAUGHING AT!!??" She shouted. I paused for a second, smiled, and said "Oh nothing" with smirk on my face. One thing about Carter is she hates it when people are feeling a certain emotion about her and her not knowing why.  

  She looked at me with an expression of anger than carried on walked in the direction towards school. It was about a good 8 minutes of silence before she asked "How come you are who you are?". I paused dead in my tracks. I turned my head towards her with confusion. She was already staring at me as if she could see directly through my soul. Words to answer this were aphonic. She was up to something. And I wasn't sure I liked it. 

  "I...I...I don't know? There isn't a right answer to that question!" I stuttered. Carter just shrugged and continued walking as normal. Something was DEFINITELY up. I sped up my pace a little to catch up with Carter. "Carter? Are you ok?" I asked both playfully and seriously as I raised my head up to he forehead to check her temperature. The only response I got was a look of confusion, a shrug, and her walking away once more. I squinted my eyes at her as she continued to walk farther and farther away. Snapping out of my phase, I ran to catch up with her. FYI I was NOT in shape. 

  Finally being able to catch up to her, I stopped her and said "Now I have a question for you!" while panting and coughing. She just looked at me and waited patiently for me to ask the question. After regaining control of my breathing, I looked her straight in the eye and asked "How come YOU are like you are?" with a slight snarky tone. She pondered my question and acted in deep thought for a solid 6 minutes. During that time period it was silent for the most part except the occasional passing car alongside the sidewalk. The whole situation was very annoying.