Letters from Sky Part 16 and Epilogue
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Letters from Sky
By Jan S
Part 2
© 2008 by Jan S
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Sunday, April 6th (midday)
I really don't want to talk about her, Mars. OK?
I'm glad Jim was acting nicer; guess it will take awhile like you said.
Yeah, Lit. and folklore don't sound like good careers. Wouldn't it be
nice if learning about neat stuff could? You don't really think you want
to be a librarian, do you really? I mean sitting around and just showing
people where books are? But whatever. (Ya' don't look like one either!!)
Things went mostly OK last night, really. Mostly it was real nice, and
fun. You said you wanted to know everything that happened, so this will
be long, OK?
First, I taught them how to make Killer-Grilled-CheeZe sandwiches, with
lots of butter and lots of grated cheese, (I didn't use any
Worcestershire sauce or onion because they were like "yuck", and I guess
they got to work up to that. And I told them about Dad's Welsh Rabbit,
but they thought I was making that up, especially the beer part.). And
that's what we had for dinner, (I made them both eat some green beans too
-- I felt like a hypocrite and a half.).
And then we had lots of day light left, and Wendy wanted to go swimming,
and I wouldn't let them. I told them I couldn't for two months, and
because they might hit their head, and I couldn't save them, and we would
have to ask their mom first anyway and all like that. And that was the
first time I'd ever had to really say 'No' to them, and they were
actually kind of surprised I did that but got over it, and we went
outside to ride their scooters and kicked the ball around their front
yard. I played goalie most of the time, and they could shoot hard, as
hard as Chip and Bobby at least.
OK, here's the only bad part; two bad parts: First, Zack, that boy from
the bus (remember?), came by on his bike, and he saw me before I saw him.
And you know I was wearing that shirt. But he stops and starts talking to
me, like regular. And Lisa and Wendy remembered not to call me Sky. He
asked why I hadn't been on the bus lately. And I told him they gave me
the shirt, but he acts like it's no big deal, and even says he wishes he
could get a job like that and get some easy money. But you know, I hope
the shirt wasn't too girly and stuff. -- Marsh, do you think I act like a
girl or something? I mean -- I don't know what.
Well anyway, after he leaves, they -- Lisa mostly -- are saying he has a
crush on me and stuff but, you know, he knows I'm a boy, not like them.
He knows I was almost in his gym class and has seen me in the shirt with
buttons and the slacks that I have to wear to school here.
OK, then the second bad thing; tell me if I did right. We were going to
watch "High School Musical", and Wendy went in and got a cup of juice. As
soon as the disc was in I sat down on the couch, and Wendy started to
climb into my lap and spilt the juice all over my shorts, and it was real
sticky, so I had to do something. So I go the bathroom, and Lisa says I
can borrow something, and she brings me a yellow skirt!! It's one of
those ruffly ones, you know, at the bottom like a sewn on strip, and
short too, Marsh. I yelled through the door and asked if she has some
shorts instead, and she says none that would fit me, and I say how about
just sweat pants or gym stuff, and she says they don't change in her
grade. So I can't figure out what I should do, at all. I mean I think:
~OK, if they thought I was a boy, I could go hide in the laundry room or
maybe just wear a towel or something, and hiding wouldn't be so good for
a babysitter.~
But they don't think I'm a boy, and their mother doesn't want them to
yet. So, the skirt isn't a lot different from a towel really, and so I
put it on. And after awhile I got used to it. It was hard because we were
sitting stretched out or on the floor, and they did see that I had on
boxers, but I said, "They're comfortable, especially when in a skirt."
And that worked OK because, I guess, lots of girls wear boxers, at least
at my old school they did anyway sometimes, and those didn't have the
slot at the front either, which was good. And there was only a tiny spot
where the juice had got through the pocket onto them, which was real,
real lucky or I'd 'a been wearing panties too, I guess.
So then we watched the movie, and both of them take dance classes - both
at the Rec Center and at a place that sounds real serious - and they
taught me how to do the dances for all of it. And I got worn out by the
end.
Then they wanted to paint their finger nails, and I let them, (at least I
didn't have to jump around and stuff if they did that.), and they
insisted on doing mine too, and I let them. We painted every nail in the
house, I mean finger and toe nail, a different colors. I mean, they only
had about seven colors that were from goodie bags at parties, but no two
on any hand or foot matched, and the colors all had sparkles in them too.
And they giggled like crazy for some reason while they did it.
Then we did a second movie, "The Princess Diaries", but I tell them to
get ready for bed before we started it, and I'll make popcorn, so they
will change quick, but they both came out without a thing on and carrying
their PJs. And I tell them they should get dressed before they eat hot
popcorn, but they plop down in front of the TV like that and say they do
it all the time. So I just sit down and let them. Then they say I got to
get ready for bed too, and I'm like "no - babysitter's privilege", but
they wouldn't go for it, and started pulling off my shirt until I said
they were going to ruin it, and it was their present.
By then they had it up near my shoulders, and Wendy said, "Sky, your
titties are almost the size of Lisa's." And I thought the jig was up, you
know.
But Lisa says, "Shut up! Don't say things like that, Wend. People's grow
at different times and speeds. And Sky is real skinny." (I don't think
I'm really that yet.) I took my shirt off the rest of the way and went to
the bathroom to change. (The thing is that when I lost all that weight
the last of it stayed on my chest, you know? So, at least for last night,
that was a good thing, huh?)
I wore a pair of old scrubs that I've cut short and a huge t-shirt that
covers the shorts to sleep in. I thought that would work because you used
to wear that stuff. Anyway, they didn't say anything about it, and they
had their nighties on when I got back.
We had worked out that Wendy had to lie down on the sleeping bags at ten,
and had to try to sleep at ten-thirty, and I told her that I would tell
her a story at ten-thirty too. I had planed out "Tippy Tippy Toe Toe Noso
Rimbo...." -- I had to make up the rest of the name. Do you remember
telling me that story? The whole name? I didn't get a chance to use it
though because she was asleep before then.
Lisa didn't have a bed time, and we watched the whole second movie and
started the sequel but with the sound real low because of Wendy. I took
the polish off my hands (like I'm gonna let Dad see that), and I told
Lisa it was because I couldn't wear it to school, but she was
disappointed I did. Her school allows it, but I said mine said, "No make-
up," which it does.
Then we both spread out on the sleeping bags, and mostly we ignored the
movie, and Lisa whispered jokes about Zack, and I denied them, and she
told me about two boys that she likes: a cute one and a nice one, and I
said go for nice -- unless he's totally gross. (Right answer for a girl?)
I don' know when we went to sleep but not very far into the third movie,
because I can't even remember it.
So, I slept all the way to the next morning and don't remember any of
that. :)
I woke up in the morning, and Wendy and Lisa and their Mom were already
all in the kitchen, and Wendy was begging to go to the country club for
the breakfast buffet, and her mom was saying no, and already had out
sausage and pancake stuff.
As soon as they had finished saying good-morning Wendy said, "But Sky
could just borrow one of Lisa's dresses, really. We haven't been for a
long time."
But Ms Y. just sort of ignored her, of course, and reminded her that she
had homework to do and a play date with some friends later anyway.
Wendy said, "A 'play-date'! Geez, Mama."
And Ms Y. said, "Excuse me - an appointment to engage in shared
amusements." Which I though was real funny anyway. And that changed the
subject.
So right after breakfast, before I'd gotten dressed, Dad shows up to get
me, and I was helping to clean up (yeah, well being a guest and getting
paid and all) but stop and go put on my clothes. So, when I come back
Lisa has already asked him if I could come to the club and play tennis
with her this afternoon, which we had talked about last night too, and he
says, "Well, Jude really needs to get that mop cut, and I have a hard
time finding time to get it done."
But Ms Y says, "You won't find a good place on Sunday, Dave. I can take
Sky to the place I take the girls tomorrow afternoon. They need to go
too."
And I'm like: "What!!" Because I know she knows I'm a boy and think I'm
going to a beauty shop.
But she adds to me, "It's not a fancy place, Sky. It specializes in
children's hair -- and young teens, like you too -- both boys and girls."
But I told her I had to see a doctor then, but she says, "even better,"
and wants to take me on Tuesday because she has to go near there while
the girls are at dance. And Dad finally agrees so I can't argue.
Then Dad and I left, and so I'm playing tennis in just a while with Lisa
(And Wendy is mad because she won't be there, I think.), and "getting my
hair done" on Tuesday.
Dad asked if I minded spending so much time with them, but I don't.
They're OK.
Ok, for tennis I'm going to wear those white with blue shorts of yours
that I told you I found and a white polo, also one of your old ones, but
you said that was OK, right?
So this was tons and tons long, but you said you wanted to hear all about
it, and I like 'talking' to you. :)
I'll leave you alone for a while after all this. No more letters today.
Promise.
Bye and love,
Your sib, Sky
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Sunday, April 6th (evening)
Oh, Gaw, Marsh.
You're not going to believe this -- they know!! And Lisa tried to black
mail Me! But I think it's OK, I don't know -- not OK -- weird.
I went to the tennis courts and all and, but they were real crowded and,
you know, when I play really I just bat the ball around, but there were
lots of grown-ups playing real games, so after about ten minutes on the
court I'm kind of embarrassed about being watched, and I think Lisa was
the same way. And she says we should go and get something to drink, and
we take them over to the grass behind the courts, and as soon as we sit
down she says, "So, how much you getting paid for today?"
And she sounded weird too all the sudden. I say, "Nothing. This isn't a
job. I wanted to do this with you because we're friends."
And she says, "Yeah. So how long are you going to go on with all this,
huh?"
And I was all: "HUH!" but my throat kind of closed up.
And she says, "Sky -- Jesse, we know your a boy."
And I say, "Oh, how long?" But hardly anything came out I think, but
something must 'av, because she answered.
"Forever!" She said. Then said, "I suspected because I thought I'd seen
you waiting for the bus, in boy's school clothes. Then at the movie, when
we went to the restroom, and you said you were getting drinks, Wendy
wanted to change her drink and thought she saw you going into the boy's.
But we still weren't sure, and Wendy sat on you lap in the movie to see
if she could feel anything but couldn't..."
She smirked at that, and I don't know if I was madder or embarrassed-er.
"...but then you were talking to that big snot, Zack Philips, about
getting out of gym, and even Wendy knows boys and girls aren't in the
same gym classes."
"I'll just quit sitting, Lisa, if you want me to," I said, and, "I
thought you and Wendy thought I was a good babysitter and liked me. I'm a
real idiot!"
"Oh," she says, "You can keep doing it. But you won't be the boss and, if
you don't give us half, I'm going to tell everyone that you pretend to be
a girl. Starting with Zack Phillips."
"I don't pretend to be a girl!" I said.
"Oh, like boys wear skirts and paint there finger nails, and wear baby-
blue shirts with sequins and all the stuff you did."
So I was scared, Marsh, but even more I was just feeling terrible. I
mumbled, "I was trying to do stuff you and Wendy would like."
And Lisa got even meaner. She said, "Oh, after tricking us and our Mom
that way you're going to cry."
I said, "Lisa, I didn't think you were like this at all! Good job of
pretending by you too!! I didn't ever tell you I was a girl! I didn't
know any of you thought that until after you gave me that shirt -- and
you knew it would be hard for me not to wear it, didn't you?"
And Lisa was quiet, and I was thinking and think I did that good.
I said, "So, girl, the shirt and all of last night was just fake. To see
what I would do, huh? But I tricked you!? And you're really planning on
telling all your friends and everyone things you did to see what I would
do. And that you have to have a babysitter at all. I was in sixth grade
and know that everyone does, but they all deny it. And, Lisa, there is
another secret too! Are you going to explain why I helped you change you
sheets? Or what the padding around your middle last night was for?"
And she gulped and said, "You wouldn't tell that! You promised!"
And I laughed and said, "Actually, what I said was, 'No friend would ever
tell about that about a friend.' But we aren't friends, are we?" (and
that is what I had said too. Lucky, huh?)
So then she's crying, and I said, "So - see what it feels like. But don't
worry, Lisa, I won't tell people until you start and then no one will
believe me. I don't think I could do that to you even then, really."
And I start to stand up, and she grabs my arm and says, "No, Sky, I'm
sorry. I just didn't know what to think and stuff and sometimes I forgot
about it and... Please."
And I'm not sure to believe her or whatever, but I sit, and she said, "I
wish I hadn't said anything and, if someone has to sit me, I want it to
be you. And when I saw that shirt I wanted to get it for you because it's
true. Really - you should see lots of 'em, - and then realized it would
be a test like. -- But if you had just told us."
So I tell her again how I didn't realize, and that then I didn't because
I didn't want to embarrass her and stuff. Then she hugs me! I mean like a
good friend hug.
I said we should just tell her Mom, and how Ms Y. might already know too.
But she is like: "No Way!" and sure her Mom would go ballistic and
everything, and I can't really argue though I know she wouldn't so much.
So Lisa wants me to keep (and I tell her it would be 'start') pretending
to be a girl when I go over, and I'm like I don't want to lie, and she is
like it will just be not telling, and besides if her Mom finds out she
knew she will be in trouble, and so I try to talk her into telling her
Mom and say not telling longer will make it worst, but she says at least
another week, and she and Wendy will talk about how I'm a tom-boy and
then be surprised later.
And Marsh, it was like we were still friends after that. Because I saw
Becky and Ann, they were there because it's first weekend (which is
always right after 5th, and I had forgot), and we played doubles, and
it's not as bad four people screwing around hogging a court as two,
right? And we were like all laughing and stuff, and it's only when we got
apart that I wondered if she is really sorry and OK. You know?
But -- so that is where we are -- or I am. Ms Y. knows but doesn't want
to tell the kids because they will be angry at her. The kids know but
don't want to tell their mom because she will be mad at them. Real nuts,
no?
Do you think that I'm not lying because I don't tell them what the other
knows?? Is it sort of their secrets now, so I don't have to tell at all??
I don't know -- Gaw, how could this happen? They all must be really dumb
to have ever thought I was a girl anyway, right?
But they are nice, I mean were, and I think really are, but that kind of
scares me, but I can see that they would be surprised and mad too.
I hope they're nice; I don't want to lose them as friends, 'cuz I don't
got many. Even Ms Y. is, you know? But this can only get worse -- it's
like a Nick-at-Night show (one of those really old sit-com things), only
those were always about keeping a dog or getting a bad grade, not about
being a girl!
Speaking of grades - school sux (have I said that before? :-P ) and I
should go do homework -- I guess it might distract me.
Glad I got you to tell this to (I mean can you see me tell Dad? Even
though he is easier to talk to now -- I mean really!)
With a Lota Love, Marsh
Sky
P.S.: Hey, Marsh, you want to meet up in a chat room somewhere some time?
I know you won't do IMing because you're so OC when studying, but we
could do a chat thing, huh?
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