Chapter two: Drive Home
I have my own car. Which I appreciate so much. I did save up my money for it. It’s a 2008 Volvo. It was not cheap, but it was the beat one I could find. Every day in the summer when I was fifteen, I was working. I worked at a school and I was a janitor. You much be thinking, why do we need to clean a school in the middle of the summer. I was thinking the same thing. Turns out we prepped the building.
The one thing I will never forget was my boss. His name was Mike Snow. The nicest guy, and the meanest. I swear it had multiple personality disorder. One day he said I was doing something wrong. (it was a training) I was just washing the windows in the lunch room. How creepy is it to have strangers come up to you and watch you eat through the window? Anyways, how could I be washing the windows wrong? Well that’s kind of the same thing he told me. “How could you be washing the windows wrong!? How hard do you think this is?” And then he took my hand towel from my hand and hit me with it and showed me the “right” way to do it. Then threw it back to me like he was disappointed. Then I continued to do what he showed me, even though it was exactly what I did before. Then he stood there, with his hang on his lip. I could tell he was keeping in angry. Then he screamed and flipped over one of the tables in the lunch room! Then he walked off and told me,”go have your day off. You did a good job today!”
Anyways, it takes a long time to go home because my Ya-ya lives thirty minutes away from the school. So, I usually listen to my music. What do I listen to? Well, I listen to bands like The Killers, Weezer, Foster the people, and more stuff like that. In fact I was listening to the song When You Were Young by The Killers. One of my favorite songs. It always reminds me of just memories. Fun one, sad ones, weird ones. I wouldn’t be able to tell you what I think about, but I think a lot. But somehow, this time I was thinking about Iris. Iris McQuoid.
I don’t know why I like her so much. Maybe it’s because she’s the only girl who has talked to me before not by force. Like in groups for English or math. But even in groups, they still don’t talk to me. Which I won’t complain. I like to keep my stuff to myself. But it’s like I felt a special feeling with her. Like love at first sight. Like a secret bond, like were enemies, but chill with each other. If I caught her doing something, I’m not going to tell anyone. Am I crazy?
There something about her that a bit weird. It’s like she was hiding something. I mean how can someone so perfect as Iris, not have something to hide. Maybe she did something at her old school that forced her to move. I mean she did say she wanted a new start. Or maybe she’s not who she says she is? Maybe I’m just psyching myself out. Maybe she has magical powers she wants to hide from the world? No,I’m kidding. But there’s still a possibility.
I should get to know her before I start thinking all this stuff. I should ask her for her number, or I should ask for English help just so I can see her. It would be fun to show her around this town. All the history. Lots of historical places in Boston. I’ve never been big in history. I guess it’s just boring, or maybe it was just the teachers. They made the wars seem so much less than they were. My favorite thing I learned in history was definitely in 6th grade. That’s when we learned about the middle east, Greece, and Romans. More stuff like that.
I loved Greece because my family is Greek. My Ya-ya has an accent but she moved her when she was little. Why Boston? I don’t know. I just loved learning about the Greek gods and all their tales. Well at least 6th grade me did. Ya-ya never really talks about her childhood. She always talks about the future. I should ask her more about when she lived in Greece.
After lots of songs, roads, and stop lights I was home. I pulled onto the side of the sidewalk and park the car. We live on the street where tons of houses are connected. We don’t have a driveway or garage. We don’t have a backyard either, so I played inside most of my life. I’m not complaining. It’s either hot and humid, or cold and humid.
Anyways when I got home my Ya-ya’s cat, Apollo, greeting me at the door. He is a Smokey black Chartreux cat. He is very friendly, and he loves Ya-ya. It didn’t take much time for him to get used to me. I petted him and went into the mudroom to put my backpack and keys down. And then I walk over to the kitchen to get something to eat. My Ya-ya is cool and she has great food like pizza rolls and dinosaur nuggets. I got the pizza rolls out and put it on a plate and popped them into the microwave. Then I walked to my Ya-ya’s room to tell her I was home while my food was cooking.
“Hey Ya-ya.”
“Hey, Xander!” She said while taking off her glasses to read the newspaper, “how was your day?”
“it was good,” I left the room because I heard the microwave beep but then I started thing about learning more about Ya-ya.”Ya-ya, I was wondering if you could maybe make something Greek for dinner tonight.”
“Uh, sure, I guess.” she questioned, looking at me with a strange look, “why?”
“I don’t know, I guess I just have a craving for Greek.”
“Okay then. Oh, can you do the laundry?”
“Sure.”
Okay, cool. So, I went into the laundry room and put the dry clothes in a basket. Then I switched the wet clothes to the dryer and put dirty clothes in the washer. I put in a tide pod, remember kids don’t eat them. Anyways, I added some soap beads into the washer. Closed the gate and turned it on. Then turned the dial on the dry to 50 mins and pushed the on button. Then it started to go. I could hear the water in the washer and the zippers in our pants and jackets. It’s the sound of completion. I did a task and know it’s down. Something as small as doing the laundry just make me think I can do stuff around the house and help my Ya-ya. Anything to help her.
After a couple seconds of listening to the sounds I left the room and went back to the kitchen and grabbed me my pizza rolls in the microwave. They were just perfect. Whenever you put pizza rolls in that container of heat and radiation it always boils up that its basically hot lava inside. So, I took my snack and went to my room. I like to keep my car clean, but my room is kind of a man cave full of garbage and clothes on the ground. I mean, to my Ya-ya its clean. But to me it’s a complete bird’s nest. But who has the time to clean it up? I do. But I’m still not going to. I have more important things to do like sitting and doing nothing.
The few times I must clean my room is when my parents visit and when my Ya-ya’s friends come. That’s about it. But once I keep it, I always make it a mess again. I always tell myself to keep it clean. But you can figure out what happens.
As I laid there in bed, I was just thinking about all the possibilities of getting to talk to Iris again. I wonder if she remembers me. Well whatever. After I finished my pizza rolls, I went back to the kitchen to put my plate in the sink. I walk back to my room to end up watching Youtube and fell asleep.
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