Have Mercy (Have a Life #1) by Maddy Wells

Author:Maddy Wells [Wells, Maddy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blue Heron Book Works, LLC
Published: 2014-11-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 32

I dreamt I was on The Griffin’s bus, and I was like his manager or something. I don’t know what happened to his regular manager, but it was only a dream so I guess he got a better offer or something. Anyway, The Griffin was asking me, his new manager, if I thought he should ditch Aerosmith and go out on his own and I felt really proud that he was asking me for advice. “I’ve been opening for them for ten years,” he said. “I think it’s time to stretch my wings.” And he stood up and stretched his fake eagle wings and each wing was like twenty-five feet at least and they kept opening up until they lifted him into the air. “Hey, I didn’t know these things worked!” he shouted. “I thought they were just a gimmick. Hey, hey, hey!” He had gone through the sun roof in the bus—I know he wouldn’t fit, but it was only a dream—and was hovering above. His lion paws were dangling through the opening, and I grabbed at them trying to go up with him, but he flicked me off. “It’s too much weight, babe, back off,” he said, then, “Look! I’m way up here! This is so cool!” And I shouted through the sun roof in the bus, “Am I supposed to be happy for you? What about me? What about me?” And he took off into the clear blue sky saying, “You know you’re my favorite girl. You know it!” And I shouted after him, “But what does that mean? ‘I’m your favorite girl.’ What does that mean exactly if I can’t be with you?” And I felt really hot and sweaty and I was trying to get out of the bus but the door was jammed and then I woke up.

I climbed out of Captain Kirby’s sleeping bag. My neck was sore from the bottle of Clorox I grabbed from the shelf and stuck under my head in my sleep to use as a pillow, and I was massaging it to get the kinks out, when I froze at the sound of voices outside the closet. I peeked out. Mr. Kulick and his daughter, Krista, were dressing one of the cadavers.

Krista Kulick went to my school. She was in my class and I saw her all the time, although I never said anything to her except “Ewww, what are all those black things” when both of our lab partners didn’t show up in biology class and we had to dissect an extremely fertile female frog together. She was pretty enough and smart enough and she had a date to the prom (the prom!) with a regular boy who was going off to college in Iowa or somewhere even flatter and maybe she would follow him there in two years—who knew? who cared?—and I just figured she was one of those boring people who would reminisce about our frog experience as a highlight of her pathetic life

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