The Mighty Odds by Amy Ignatow

Author:Amy Ignatow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Abrams
Published: 2016-07-09T04:00:00+00:00

Farshad heard the front doorbell ring, followed by his mother calling up to his room. “Farshad, your friends are here to see you!”

If he were asked to come up with a wildly unbelievable statement, “Farshad, your friends are here to see you” would be in stiff competition with “Farshad, there’s a dolphin growing out of your forehead” and “Racism is over!” He sat up in his bed as Jay Carpenter, Nick Gross, Cookie Parker, and the brown-haired girl from the bus filed into his room, followed by his mother. Nick and the brown-haired girl were holding hands. Farshad could not think of one thing to say.

“Farshad, they came to see how you are doing!” His mother was entirely too excited about them being there, and Farshad felt a twinge of guilt for not ever having any friends over. Not that he could, seeing as how he didn’t have any friends to invite over, but he’d kind of been hoping that his mother hadn’t noticed that. Judging by her unadulterated glee at the sight of the strange group, she’d definitely noticed. “Would you kids like anything to drink or eat?” she asked them.

“No thank you,” Nick and Cookie said in unison as Jay said, “Why, yes, Dr. Rajavi, that sounds wonderful! Do you have any delicacies from your native land?” The brown-haired girl just smiled.

“We’re FINE, thank you,” Cookie said. She was clearly on edge, which made sense, seeing as how she was in Farshad’s terrorist-cell bedroom with some weirdos she normally wouldn’t have given the time of day to.

“Thanks, Mom,” Farshad said. “I think we just want to hang out. Is that right? Is that what we’re doing here?”

“Yes, thank you,” said Nick. He looked deeply uncomfortable, like Farshad himself. Sitting in bed while wearing Batman pajamas wasn’t exactly the way he usually presented himself. The whole scene was bizarre. His mom backed out of the room, smiling like a lunatic.

“So,” Farshad said, desperately trying to maintain some semblance of dignity, “hello, friends.”

Nick cleared his throat. “Hey, man. How are you doing?”

“Well,” Farshad said slowly, “I was in a major accident yesterday, so I’m a little achy. Also, four people who I hardly know just lied to my mother and told her that we’re all good buddies, and now they’re in my room looking at my stuff. How’s it going with you?”

“We shouldn’t have come here,” Cookie grumbled. “He doesn’t know anything.”

“I know you think it’s awesome to tell people that I’m an international terrorist. Am I wrong? I don’t think I’m wrong.” Farshad felt himself getting angry. “So why are you here? Come to blame me for the bus accident? Because it was all part of my evil terrorist scheme?”

The brown-haired girl put down his copy of Persepolis that she had been thumbing through and looked up at Nick. “You shouldn’t stress him out,” she told Farshad.

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