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Chapter 4
I woke the next morning feeling drained, well mentally and emotionally
at least. I was physically rested, and other than my muscles being
slightly tender from my exertion the day before, I physically felt good.
It didn't take me too long until I met my parent's downstairs at the
breakfast table, both eyed me carefully when I sat down with my bowl of
cereal. It was almost as if they thought I was going to break or
something.
"How are you doing this morning sport?" Dad asked.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm doing okay, I guess..."
"Well you're Mother said you had a pretty rough night..." he stated.
"Yeah... I guess," I muttered noncommittally between bites of cereal and
soy milk... Yeah, just something else to cause the 'girls' to
grow...Yay! I'm shoveling cereal as fast as I can, figure the faster I
eat, the faster I get out of the twenty questions... The last thing I
want to talk about are my feelings, especially about my feelings last
night. I still was having a hard time believing I had that big of a
meltdown... I knew this shit was going to happen, I still didn't know
why I let it get to me like it did.
"Honey, we're just worried... I'm making a phone call to Dr. Byrnes...
Do you want it to be for today? Or Saturday morning?" Mom asked me.
"How about not at all... I'm okay, I don't need to 'talk' right now..."
I told her, desperately not wanting to talk to him at all.
"After last night, that's not an option. You seem to be doing okay right
now... I don't want to pull you out of school on your second day, but
I'm calling the school though," she told me, I guess what I wanted
really didn't matter. It's not like I've been able to make many choices
lately.
"Okay, okay... Schedule it for Saturday, but please don't call the
school. Please?" It sounds like I'm back to begging and whining. Hey
whatever puts the meeting with him as far away as possible from right n.
She squints her eyes while staring at me, maybe trying to look meaner.
"Fine... I'm tempted to call them anyway after you got hurt in P.E."
"Mom no! You promised to let me have that for as long as I could... It
was a senior being a jerk, its no big deal," I almost snapped, but
pulled back my anger so I didn't get in trouble... Well too much at
least. I know my days of feeling 'normal' are numbered, but I needed as
many days of 'normalcy' that I could get before it gets... Well before
it's no longer normal anymore...
"Dear, we both promised him he could do P.E. As long as he doesn't get
more than a few bumps and bruises, so he's staying as long as he's
comfortable," Dad said in a tone that no one ever argues with.
Mom just sat there in a huff after that, I had to resist the urge to
give Dad a high-five. I really wanted to though, after all they both
promised me it was my choice... I had finished my breakfast and was
rinsing out my bowl when the doorbell rang. Mom was the first towards
the door, so I started to get my backpack ready. I had barely zipped it
up, when I heard Sam's voice.
"Morning Mrs. T., Is Jordie ready?"
"Morning dear, its good to see you," Mom told her as I stuck my head
around the corner.
"Yeah, I'm almost ready. what are you doing here this morning?" I asked
her. She then held out a big sports bag.
"I thought we would walk to school together, and then this afternoon I
was going to hold you to your offer," she told me with a grin and a
small laugh.
Her laugh immediately pulled a chuckle from me, it was amazing how
quickly my mood shifted. I told her, "Well you can't argue with a sign
from God, right?" That earned a good laugh from both of us, while Mom
just rolled her eyes as if to say, 'oh great, this again'.
Dad then came around the corner. "Hi Samantha. It's been way too long."
Sam looked hesitant for a split second, but Dad didn't give her much of
a chance before he came and gave her a hug. She quickly returned it.
"Thanks Mr. T., hopefully you'll be seeing me more, unless Jordie gets
fed up with me."
I laugh again and told her, "Doubt that's going to happen." Holding up
my backpack I ask, "ready?"
We had barely made it out of sight of the house when she stopped and
ordered, "Okay, hand it over."
I looked at her, I honestly didn't know what she was talking about. Then
she pointed at my backpack. I immediately fussed, "Sam, no. I can carry
my own backpack."
She shook her head no, and said, "Non-negotiable Jordie. I promised you
I'd help, but I'm not going to let you hurt yourself. So, hand it over.
I'll give it back before we get in sight of the school."
I fussed and complained, and then fussed some more. I didn't want her
toting my shit for me... I still unslung the pack off my shoulder and
handed it to her though. At least she knew I was being forced, as if it
mattered. She just smirked as she took the pack, then tested its weight
in one hand and her books in the other she nodded as she handed me her
things. Before we started walking though, she unzipped my pack and took
one of the smaller text books out and added it to the ones I was now
carrying.
"There, that should be a good weight to start off with this morning,"
she told me, slinging my backpack over her shoulder. I really wanted to
be mad at her, I just couldn't though. I knew she was simply trying to
help. I still glared at her as menacingly as my five-foot four frame
could though. I quickly pulled the books up and held them against my
breasts as we started walking. I logically knew they weren't really
noticeable, but after last night I was extremely self-conscious of them
and wanted to make sure they stayed hidden.
Noticing that she was giving me an odd look, I ask, "What?"
She quickly looked forward, and said, "Nothing... I was just wondering
after last night how you were doing today. You seem to be doing a lot
better..."
Nodding I grumbled, "Yeah I am... Other than not being able to tote my
own backpack that is..." She just laughed, which made me smile back... I
don't know why, I just couldn't help it. I added, "Every now and then I
get overwhelmed with everything... I'm sorry you saw that..."
She got fairly serious and said, "Jordan, I'm not... You're my friend,
and that's not just when everything is going great okay... Nobody can be
strong all the time... That even includes you... Besides, I'll let you
in on a little secret... Yesterday, with it being 'my' first day in
school, I was totally overwhelmed, I felt close to breaking down a few
times."
I looked at her in surprise, I saw her yesterday and she had seemed
pretty calm. I asked, "So how'd you deal with it?"
She looked back at me and smiled softly. "At first it was pretty hard to
deal with, because I was alone most of the day...Nobody wanted to sit by
me or talk to me...And the stares people gave me... Then I found a good
friend that I had thought I'd lost... He made all the difference..."
At that moment I felt myself start to get choked up just a little. I
remembered how it felt to be alone when people quit coming to
visit...Even thought I told them to stop coming by... Sam was still
healthy, and even though she might look different, she was still Sam.
And in my opinion Sam was pretty damn cool. That pissed me off that they
would treat her like that, so I told her, "I'm glad I was there then.
Besides... It's their loss if you ask me."
"Thanks, Jordie... That means a lot," she said, giving me a genuine
smile. She thought for a moment. "I was going to hold on to it a bit
longer, but ready to get your backpack back? We're almost there, and you
haven't need to rest yet..."
It was then I noticed where we were, I had honestly thought I would have
needed a break by now, even with Sam carrying most of the stuff. Nodding
I told her, "Yeah I don't really feel that tired, so I think I'm good to
go."
It took us less than a minute to swap our things back around, and then
we finished the last few blocks with both of us lost in thought. Right
before we were going to separate to go to our respective home rooms, I
told her, "You try and have a good day okay... Don't let the assholes
get to you." We had compared our schedules, the only class we shared was
science on our "A" days, since today was a "B" day we didn't share any
classes.
Bumping my shoulder with hers, she smiled. "Thanks Jordan, you too okay.
See ya this afternoon for the walk home."
"I'll be here," I promised her as I turned towards my home room.
I had no sooner sat down in my chair and said hi to Teddy, when Coach
Bowen told me to go to Principal Miller's office. He only said that he
needed to see me. Most of the classroom was laughing, because this
usually only happened when people were in trouble. This was only the
second day, so I haven't had enough time to get into trouble... Yet. My
imagination started running wild... From what my parents had told me
that Mr. Miller had been informed of what was going on with me, and that
most of the teachers would know as well. Only so they could keep an eye
on me. I sighed inwardly, this must have something to do with the
dodgeball incident yesterday. As soon as I walked into the office I was
told to go directly to Mr. Millers office.
I found his door open and as I knocked on the open door, he looked up
and said, "Please come in Mr. Taylor, could you close the door and then
have a seat?"
I did as was asked, and once I sat down I asked, "Am I in trouble for
something? I don't remember doing anything I wasn't supposed to..."
He looked surprised as my question, then he softly chuckled. "Oh no Mr.
Taylor, you're fine. I actually needed to talk to you about something.
Something pretty important.
I inwardly groaned, my fear started to set in. This just didn't sound
good. I meekly say, "Okay... But, uhh... Mr. Miller could you just call
me Jordan... Calling me Mr. Taylor makes me feel like my Dad is in
here..."
Mr. Miller chuckled. "Okay Jordan. I wanted to first let you know, that
the teachers here, myself included, pride ourselves in the safety of our
students. Especially those students who face... Let's say they face
unique circumstances." I gulp, knowing now that he's talking about me,
but he continues. "All our teachers are instructed to keep an eye out on
those students, a bit more than the others. Well yesterday I got a
report from one of my teachers about something that happened. Now I've
already called your parents and..."
I interrupted. "Sir, if this is about what happened in dodgeball
yesterday, it was just a hard hit. I'm okay its no big deal."
Confused, he responded, "Excuse me? What happened in dodgeball?"
Now I was the confused one. "Wait... This wasn't about me getting hurt
in dodgeball?"
"What? No, it wasn't. What happened in dodgeball? More importantly how
bad did you get hurt?"
Now I was totally confused if this wasn't about me, but unfortunately,
I've now made it about me. Sighing, I said, "Mr. Miller... Nothing
happened, other than one of the seniors beaned me pretty hard... It just
hurt more than it should have..." I self consciously rubbed where I had
been hit, it was still a bit tender.
His eyes widened just a bit. "Oh... I take it that..." He looked like he
didn't know how to say it, so I decided to let him off the hook. After
all I knew that the school had been informed of the procedure, and
medication that had saved my life. They also knew what changes the meds
would likely cause.
I muttered, "Yeah... They're growing... But not enough to be noticeable
yet... I can still stay in P.E..."
He nodded. "You were afraid about being pulled out of P.E. weren't you?"
At my nod, he continued. "While I have your waiver ready, its up to you
to decide when you're ready for it to be put into your file. Or if it
becomes too noticeable, but I trust you'll come to me voluntarily before
that happens."
I nod and ask, "Yes sir... If this isn't about me, then why am I here?"
He smiled gently at me and told me, "Well you're actually here because
of Samantha Wilkins. We've been concerned how students would accept her
here, and while I haven't heard any reports of any harassment, it seems
that students are avoiding her. We can't do anything about that... I did
get a report from Mr. Reeves though about something that happened
yesterday afternoon."
Trying to remember if anyone had upset her, I told him, "I was in his
class, I didn't see anyone harass her or anything. I'd have said
something if they did."
He chuckled. "I know that Jordan, and from talking to your parents I now
know you would have said something had someone harassed her. It seems
your parents feel you have an overdeveloped sense of right and wrong and
that its gotten you in trouble a few times."
I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know about trouble... I might have
bitten off more than I could chew a few times... I just can't help it...
So, what happened to Sam that I didn't know about in Mr. Reeves class?"
"Well Jordan, what happened was a good thing. It seems that all of Miss
Wilkins former friends have been avoiding her... Being alone is never a
good thing for someone your age, especially when someone has the
challenges that she is already facing. Mr. Reeves told me about how you
interacted with her. When I had my idea, I called both of your parents
first to talk with them. They both informed me that you had been friends
for a long time and were pleased that you still seemed to be friends."
"Well, yeah... Sam and I had always been friends... While I was always
friends with my other teammates, Sam was closer to being my best friend
than anyone else," I told him. I just now realized something about our
friendship. Sam had always been so focused, and intense. I could told
now that she had been overly masculine around our other friends. Not
when it was just us though, I thought since I had always been so much
smaller than everyone she didn't have to try to overcompensate with
me... I snapped back to give Mr. Miller my attention and asked, "Look,
I'm not going to abandon Sam if that's what you're worried about. She is
still my best friend."
He smiled at me. "I wasn't worried about that Jordan, I was going to ask
you a favor. One I've already cleared with your family, that is if
you're okay with it."
I raised my eyebrows slightly, anytime I heard the word favor there
usually wasn't anything good in it for me. I asked, "Umm what kind of
favor?"
He sighed. "Well Jordan... Like I said earlier, it seems that she only
has one person that isn't avoiding her. We checked and had hoped that
your schedules would overlap more than your science class. I was wanting
to know if we moved a few things around in your schedule, only your "B"
days though, if you would be okay with that happening."
"No, I don't mind at all... What are you going to move around?" I ask.
He looked slightly relieved as he told me what they were wanting to do.
Other than moving me to a different lunch period it was no big deal, two
of my classes were only a single semester and next semester those would
change. By moving those around and my study hall it would put me in
every class with Sam, except for my study hall. The later lunch kind of
sucked, but then again, I'd get to eat with Sam at least.
"What do I have to do to swap everything?" I asked.
He told me, "Since today is the first "B" day, nothing other than
agreeing to the change. I take it you don't mind this?"
"Not at all, Sam's a good person so if moving my schedule around can
help her, it's the least I can do." I told him.
Mr. Miller punches the keys on his computer for a few moments and then
said, "Okay Jordan, it's done. Just pick your new "B" schedule up
outside. I'll send the message to your teachers today." He then stood up
and shook my hand, as I started to open the door, he added, "Jordan...
This isn't only to help Sam you know... We know what it is that you and
your family are expecting to happen... I think this might help you as
well."
I nodded. "I kinda figured that sir... The reason I'm doing it though is
to help Sam..."
He nodded, and as I was walking out the door, he said, "Jordan...
Anytime you need to talk, my door is always open for my students. You
know that don't you?" I just nodded, damn emotions had me scared to say
anything, and then closed the door. I grabbed my new schedule and headed
to my first class.
As I walked into my U.S. History class, I noticed it was almost an exact
repeat of yesterdays Science class. Sam was sitting on the far-left side
of the class and all but the seat directly in front of her was empty.
Realizing now what the people were doing to her just infuriated me. She
was engrossed with playing with her phone, I guess in an effort to
ignore those ignoring her... She apparently didn't see me walk up to the
seat next to her.
"Hey, is someone sitting here?" I asked her.
She looked up and it took her about a second and a half for her to
register that it was me, her face brightened immediately. "Jordie! What
are you doing here? I thought you had Health class this period."
That weird warm feeling passed through me for a split-second seeing how
quickly she brightened up, trying to hide it I just smiled and shrugged.
"I got sent to the Principals office first thing... He told me that I
had a class reschedule... So, I'm here."
She looked at me like she didn't believe me. "Are you sure that's what
really happened?"
I grinned and shrugged. "Mostly." I then handed her the folded paper
with my new schedule for today.
She quickly read over it. "You're in all my classes but P.E... Jordan
what really happened?"
She was looking like she might be upset, so I told her, "Mr. Miller told
me how people had been avoiding you... Then Mr. Reeves told him
yesterday about us hitting it off... Mr. Miller called our parents and
talked to them. They thought it would be best if I changed around my
classes for my "B" days..."
She peered at me and asked, "They did this and didn't even ask you? I'm
glad you're here, but they should have run it by you first..."
I chuckled. "He got the schedule figured out... He said it was me if I
wanted to do it though."
Her face softened. "Oh... So, I take it you said yes?"
I told her smiling softly. "Without any hesitation..."
For a moment I thought she looked like she was going to cry, she looked
away for a moment and took a few deep breaths. She turned back to me
looking really relieved. "Thank you Jordan..."
I grinned. "Remember? Non-shitty friends..." That got her to laugh and
she just nodded and smiled back at me.
Shortly after that Mrs. Tate started the class, and well it was U.S.
History... Mrs. Tate was a sweet old lady, but she looked like she had
witnessed most of what she was teaching, and she was dry and extremely
boring. I did manage to stay awake, well mostly...
While we were getting our things together after the end of class, Sam
looked over me and said, "Jordie, I'm really dreading my next class...
I'm wondering if I should see if I can drop it altogether..."
I knew that her next class was P.E., and that she was going to be going
to the girl's class. I tried to reassure her, "It'll be okay Sam... You
can't let people get to you okay cause you're different. It couldn't be
that much worse that being the midget in my class. I know its really
different, but still. You can do this."
She sighed. "Okay... I'll try... I wish though I was as strong as you
are."
I laughed. "So said the girl that's been carrying my stuff for me..."
She laughed pretty hard and gave me a soft shove. "You dork, you know
what I mean... Thanks Jordie... Seeya at lunch?" As I nodded she stepped
closer and gave me a quick hug, and a soft kiss on the cheek. My entire
body immediately felt flushed again, and as she let go of me I noticed
some of the students staring at me oddly. I just glared at them until
they got uncomfortable and turned away, then grabbed my stuff so I could
go to study hall.
As I was walking, my thoughts started drifting towards Sam and what she
might be facing in the girls P.E. I had no idea how the students might
treat her when she was by herself, and I found myself wishing I could
have gone to her class with her. Only so I could support her and be
there for her. Being in a girl's only class is the last thing I would
ever want. Hell, if my body changes like I'm afraid it will, I might be
forced to attend class with her before the semester is over. I pictured
that I might end up looking like a smaller and younger version of my
mom. How would I ever handle looking like that... But then I started
picturing that girl in class and joking around with Sam. Maybe if Sam
could stay best friends with that girl it might not be so terrible. At
that moment I caught myself unconsciously smiling... As I dropped into
my seat in class I groaned. That thought should be terrifying me more
than it did. The fact that it didn't, is what scared me.
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