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Chapter Seven of Our Days As Friends
Chapter Seven
Stop The Fuss!
“WOW!!!!” Grandpa yelled.
“Ah, romance. Most good, some bad.” Grandma swooped into the room, her purse dangling dramatically from her arm. “A great thing it is.”
“Yes, indeed.” I giggled.
The next day, everyone knew about the kiss.
“Liz and Evan sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” Cried a chorus of six fourth graders.
“I’m gonna get my first kiss after Liz, but before Chris!” Exclaimed a group of fifth grade girls.
“I saw that kiss, it was nice.” Said Allison, one of my third grade friends. “The dug-out wasn’t the best place.”
“I know! You’re the first person to notice, the first to not pick on me for it, and the first to remark that I actually know!” I said.
“Liz, your crazy! Kissing in the dug-out! That’s worse than when I fell off the swing set!” Said Virginia, one of my first grade friends.
“Yeah! That was bad!” Said Abigail, my other first grade friend.
“I know, but I really like Evan. Where else were we supposed to kiss? On the black top? In the coat room?” I asked.
“Well, you shouldn’t have done it anyway. Us first graders know that your not supposed to kiss at school!” Said Virginia.
The bell rang, and I headed to class. Virginia and Abigail walked to their classes in B corridor and I walked all the way to E. Decas has had corridors A, B, and C, D and E, with B the first grade, and E fourth and fifth.
“Hey!”
I was startled by the sudden voice behind me. I turned to see Evan.
“Once again, tap my shoulder before you give me a heart attack.”
“Sorry.”
“Hey, last night, Betsy learned to beg! That’s a hard trick.”
“No way!”
“And Jesse did another back flip!”
“Wow!”
“And Chris...”
“Can I say something?”
“Sure.”
“In Animal Crossing, a sheep named Cashmere moved in.”
“Cool.”
We walked into class. I looked at the schedule. It was the 20th? I must have lost track again. I lose track of time a lot.
“Hey, Liz! How was that, you know, iss-kay?” Micaela asked.
“Ood-gay.” I responded.
“Cool.”
Me and some of the people I knew spoke in code when discussing about secrets.
“Were you just, uh, odeing-cay a ecret-say with icaela-may?” Asked Jane.
“Es-yay. I as-way.”
“Y-whay?”
“Ecause-bay, e-shay asked-way.”
“About-way at-whay?”
“E-thay iss-kay.”
“NO WAY!!!”
“At-thay asn’t-way in-way ode-cay!”
“I KNOW!”
Evan walked up. “Hey, what’cha talking about?”Evan asked.
“The iss-kay.”
“What?”
“That’s right, you don’t speak code.” I whispered “the kiss” into his ear. His eyebrows lifted as I told him about the conversation with Micaela.
“Interesting. I thought no one saw.”
“Two first graders watched it, third graders watched, fourth graders know about it, and the entire fifth grade knows and or saw it!”
“Oh. That’s an A+ problem.”
“Yes,” I said. “It is.”
A month past. In February, very odd things happened.HAHA CLIFF HANGER! IM SO EVIL twisted
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