Sweetie by Magendie Kathryn

Author:Magendie, Kathryn [Magendie, Kathryn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult, Contemporary
ISBN: 9781935661917
Goodreads: 9658312
Publisher: Bell Bridge Books
Published: 2010-11-01T00:00:00+00:00

FOURTEEN

I was at Dead Owl Trail at first light, even though I went the wrong way and had to double back, which would prove my point to Sweetie about how I sometimes still had trouble finding my way on the mountain, even with her maps. I didn’t want to admit to her how I was being a little lazy and following yarn stuck to branches would be easier than reading maps. To me, the mountain could look the same, until Sweetie showed me the little things that made them different, then I’d understand better.

Mother was going to throw a fit over the chores I’d left undone. For once, I wanted to leave the house and go have fun without worrying about sweeping, mopping, dusting, cleaning the bathroom, scrubbing the bottoms of pots, or washing my clothes. There wasn’t a reason in the world I could see to have to do chores before I left every day.

Dead Owl Trail had an opening in the trees that faced east and Sweetie said to sit with my back against the maple tree and wait for all the colors, reds and oranges and yellows, to cross the mountains and sky. Sometimes the mists would cover the mountains and glow as if they had a light inside.

It was so beautiful and peaceful, I didn’t care if Sweetie showed up on time or not. I liked the feeling that I was the only person in the world. Sometimes I felt the weight of Sweetie’s secret. There were times I had shameful thoughts against Sweetie’s ways and friendship. Thoughts like what if I did the stuff my brother used to do with his friends, the things other kids did with their friends. But then Sweetie would say, “I got something inneresting to show you,” and I’d be trapped in the spell of her mysterious, beautiful mountain world.

After the magic of the sunrise colors drifted away, I didn’t feel so brave when I thought about Mother lecturing me, taking away my allowance, and the punishment to my room. I stood up and ran almost all the way home.

Opening the door without a sound, I crept in. All was as quiet and still as I had left it. I checked my watch; I’d been gone an hour and thirty-five minutes. I peeked into the study, but Father wasn’t there. He must have left for work early. The door to Mother’s room was closed, and when I pressed my cheek to the door, there weren’t any sounds. Sometimes Mother slept late if she was extra tired.

I swept and mopped the kitchen, and for good measure, did the same to the living room floor. I washed Father’s dishes left in the sink, and then toasted a piece of wheat bread, spread peanut butter on it and toasted it again in the oven until the peanut butter was gooey and a bit browned on the top. I ate it with a tall cold glass of milk, and cleaned up my crumbs. I

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