"Hey, Nicole," I asked her one afternoon, "Have you seen Creepy Stalker Kid? He hasn't been in lunch, or gone to the bathroom third hour. I wonder what's up."2
"I know," She replies with a I was just thinking that tone, "He hasn't been in class since Spring Break."3
"Guys!" Amber comes running up to us exclaiming, "I know Creepy Stalker Kids name!"4
"It's Jeff," I say, turning to her, "But a whole lot of good it'll do us now."5
"What do you mean?"6
"We think," I start with a resident glance to Nicole, "That he's gone."7
"He's gone?"8
"Haven't we been over this before? He's gone, he went poof!"9
And just as a cloud of sorrow drapes over us, up come Sam.10
"Poof? I like that song. Poof the magic dragon..."11
"No, Sam," Amber corrects her, "That's Puff..."12
"Oh, well that's all of that song I know anyways."13
"Hey Sam," I say with a sly smile, "I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts..."14
"Here they are a standing in a row. Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head. Give them a twist, a flick of the wrist, that's what the showman said. I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts. Every ball you throw will make me rich. There stands my wife, the idol of my life, singing 'Roll a bowl, a ball, a penny a pitch'. Gah! Bad Sarah, I was singing that all day yesterday in Crafts. And the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that..."15
"No!" Nicole screams almost hitting me. "It doesn't bother me when you or Amber sing it, but when she does it gets stuck in my head! Bad Sam. Bad, bad, Sam."16
Well, it wouldn't be so fun if I had to say more then just that one line to get it stuck in her head.17
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~To Be Continued...~
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