Keep Your Fingers Crossed Chapter 6

~006.00~

When I was a normal boy, our mom's would get together.  They'd hold parties of all kinds but, only me a Cassandra would be there, the only children of all the adults.  We met in a normal way.  Mom had handed me some pie, and told me, “Go across the street and welcome our new neighbors'.”

I was eight.

I hated girls.

 But, being the good little boy I was, I willingly went across the street.

She sat on the front porch of her new home, chewing a piece of gum.  And as if fate hadn't intervened, I stumbled, nearly dropped the pie, and almost made a fool of myself.  She didn't see.  However, when she did look up to find me, she blew a bubble, and popped it.

“What's that?”

“Pie,” I said flatly.

She turned her nose up in disgust.  “Ew.  I don't want it.”

“It's not just for you, it's for your family,” I noted foully, “Welcome to the neighborhood.”

She smiled, jumping to her feet.  “Come on in then,” she said, as she pulled her long brown hair into a high pony tail...