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After Py tells me what's been happening for the past couple of weeks, I really wish that I had just ran away 3 years ago, when she suggested it.
Yes, our little goody-two-shoes Py wanted to run away. And I refused.
But that's not the point.
Py has told me what happened. She's got foster parents that think she's a doll, shove meat down her throat, and won't let her do the slightest bit of work. Yeah. They won't let her do any work. At all.
You see, Py is a workaholic. No work, no Py. And right now, she's going crazy.
She could draw of course, after all, they have this giant art room-like thing,. But when she makes something that looks good they call just about everyone that they know, and waste the rest of the day oohing and ahhing over her work, leaving her no time to actually enjoy it alone, so that option is out of the window. She can't climb trees seeing as it might destroy her "pwetty wittle dwess" or do something out side. The maid won't let her do any house cleaning and school work is out the window, due to winter break.
As far as I'm concerned, this is her daily schedule. Sleep, eat, visit me, eat, wander around, visit me, eat, and sleep. Not very interesting, is it?
So this brings us back to our current problem.
Py is going crazy.
Our calm, quiet, little Py is going totally bonkers.
Today she started a food fight in a very crowded cafeteria, making sure that it was going very strongly between the smaller kids, before as many egg cartons as she could and sneaking up to my room, where she chose to drop them onto the sidewalk below my window. Py has excellent aim, and seeing as I'm on the 9th floor, they fell amazingly hard.
Normally, Py would never waste food like that, or do something of that sort to anyone, besides me, of course.
Anyhoo, by the end of the day, the hospital was out of eggs, the side-walk was covered in eggs, and several people were very, very unhappy (or egg happy, in the case of some children).
The day before that, Py managed to "accidentally" flood all of the bathrooms, and do the classic salt-sugar mix up.
And whilst she's been here, dark fabrics have been mixed with the white in the laundry machine, turning many of the towels and blankets here into tie-died objects, the driers were filled with bubble bath, several workers have had a bucket of slime dropped on their heads, and the gift shop now looks like a tornado hit.
But oddly enough, Py was never caught. She even managed to wreak havoc in the hospital hallways, with a can of spray paint in either hand, yelling random quotes at people in the middle of the day, and still remained the mystery prankster.
It was a great source of amusement for the little kids, who loved the "pretty colors" and believe it or not, a few of the elders in the hospital got a good chuckle out of it as well (they've begun betting on how long this will last, and where the next prank will be played) However, the majority of the population at this hospital believed it a great disruption and thought that something had to be done about this.
So for the past week, kids have been laughing, adults crying, babies giggling, grandparents betting, and doctors tsking. What will happen next?
Earlier, when I tried calming Py down, she just shook me off.
Come on, Mo. Don't tell me you've never wanted to drop and egg out of the window. So what if a few missed and got a bit of gunk in someone's hair?"
I had to agree with her on that one, so I let it go. Just that time.
"Someone could get hurt, Py!" "Yeah, yeah. Like who?"
I let her go on that one too.
"You know, Ms. Brown would not approve of this, Py." *snorts* "Yes, and your point? She needs to laugh once and a while, right?"
I can't really disagree about that either.
"And what exactly do you intend on gaining out of this?" "Huh? Oh, nothing." *runs off*
How exactly does one argue with another if they aren't there? What can I do, but let it go?
"Py, come back here this instant!" "And who are you to tell me what to do? I have done enough for you, thank you very much."
That just made me plain guilty, so I just HAD to let her do it, that would be the last time.
"But... but... but what if.." "What if WHAT, Mo? I'm never going to get caught, and you know it."
I think it was at about that time that I just gave in and let her do whatever she chose. Because it's all absolutely true, and I know it. Yes, I can admit it. I'm a wimp. A nobody, compared to Py.
Being cooped up all day long does things to people. I used to be a calm, quiet, boring person. An invisible creature, air to the world. Not even that. People need air. People don't need me. No, I'm just... me. Just that invisible being that is stuck at the very back of a file cabinet, squished by everything else that get's stuck in there.
Yes. The empty folder, the sock without a match, stuck at the very back, ignored for all of eternity.
Wait. No. No, no, no, no, no. This is all wrong. I DO have a match. Mo, remember?
Mo. Sometimes I feel as if she's abandoned me. After she got sick and went to the hospital, it's as if she no longer needs me. She's got all of the doctors and nurses in the world to take after her, everybody wants to be Mo's friend, the girl that was abused by her parents then got crippled. Why on earth would she want me? She's left me to the stupid foster parents, the idiots that want to be famous.
I used to play a part in the world, now I'm just a spare part.
No. No. No. NO!
Mo still needs me. She's always been there for me. She always taken care of me, and me for her. It's always going to be like that. She never left me for the other kids at school.
But that was when she couldn't. She couldn't, because of Joe and Frisca. Now that the whole world know about you two, she can do whatever she'd like. A nagging voice reminds me.
The harder I think about it, the more I get confuzzeled. Does Mo want to be with me, or not? Am I still here best friend?
I can't think anymore about it. I just can't.
That was the first time I played a prank, on Mrs. Billingsgate. She has fear of insects, so I just captured a dead stink bug, and placed it very carefully on her nose. Her screams in the morning were just delightful.
I used to believe that it would be better and easier to just stay on the sidelines and simply laugh about things in my head. Now, I've learned that's it's much more fun to actually be the prankster. I mean, come on. Have you really never wanted to start a food fight, or drop some eggs on people? There's no denying it, it's something that we've all, at some point or another, wanted to do.
I tried to talk to Mo about this, but she merely brushed me off telling me that it was too dangerous or some other crap like that.
Which brings us to where I am now.
I'm standing outside of her physical therapy room. Currently, she's learning how to work her crutches.
I don't know whether she'd be glad to see me or not. She might be, since I haven't properly talked to her for a while, or she might totally ignore me, like she did last time.
I press my ear against the shiny wood, palms sweating. Why am I nervous, anyways? It's only Mo.
Questions like these have come up to me a whole lot, lately. I try to ignore it, but how can you do that when your est friend (and new found sister) has been ignoring you?
I take a deep breath, before pushing open the door. I will do this, and I will get Mo to talk to me and I will help her.
"Py!" She exclaims, the instant I walk through the door. Her eyes light up, and a grin spreads across her face. Well, that's a good start, at least.
"Hey, Mo. I thought I'd..." I leave the sentence hanging, unsure of what to say. When she doesn't respond, I start blabbering.
"Oh, but if you want me to go, I'm sure that I can just skip back to the office, I can call Mr. Billingsgate, or I could go get some food, or I could just walk around until they pick me up, or,"
Mo cute me off with a laugh, and I can understand why. Usually I'm a smooth talker, I never stutter, or get repetitive.
"Whoa there, Py! What's the rush? Get over here, I've missed you." She exclaims, stretching her arms out to me, before tripping and landing flat on her face. The instructor flushes, and helps her up onto the chair.
I rush over to help her.
"Oh, Mo, I'm so sorry!" I say, as I lean her against the wheelchair. "I swear, I didn't mean to," Again, Mo, cuts me off with a laugh.
"How the hell is me tripping your fault? So can I get my hug now?" I grin, and reach out towards her.
The instructor coughs (rather rudely, if I do say so myself) as I give my sister (okay. That's weird. Like, really weird.) a hug.
"Excuse me. We were kind of in the mid..." Mo, for the third time today, interrupts him.
"Oh, yes. Py, this is Mr. Strasburg. Mr. S, this is Py." Mr. S unwillingly takes my hand, and shakes it.
"Hello. Pleasure to meet you," I say, meaning every word of it. Well, sort of. He may be rude and what not, but he's helping Mo, and I can't help but be happy because Mo doesn't hate me!
Actually, now that I think about it, I'm not really sure why I ever though that she hated me in the first place. Geez. All that worry over nothing. Stupid brain.
Py actually came to therapy today. Py came to Therapy today. Py came to therapy today. Py came to therapy today. Py came to therapy today. Py came to therapy today. Py came to therapy today. Py came to therapy today.
Those five words mean oh so much to me. I mean, for the past few weeks Py has been brushing off all of my warnings, ignoring me, and pretty much just leaving from my life. I kept wondering if she was going to leave me for one of the other kids at school.
She never did when you were at school, the right side of my brain says. But that was because she couldn't, you idiot, the left side responded.
But Py came to therapy today! That's got to mean something, right? Therefore, she doesn't hate me!
For the rest of the day, those thoughts ran through my head, even long after Py left.
As I ate dinner, those five words sang to me, bringing a smile to my face.
As I fell into my extremely uncomfortable hospital bed, the last words I heard were, you guessed it, Py came to therapy today.
I'm too tired to go on a full out rant, so I'll keep this short.
This has to be my shortest chappie yet. Why? Because one person decided to review. I apologize if it's completely unedited, but what can I say? You know why. Usually I hate these threats about stopping the story and whatnot, so I won't actually do that, but I'm coming close to it. For now, however, I'll keep posting, but PLEASE JUST REVIEW!