In the morning, Mom brought breakfast and my meds to my room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she ruffled my hair. "How are you doing?"
"How am I doing?" I grumbled. "It's the third day of summer vacation and I have a broken leg. I can't sleep, I can't ride my bike, I can't go swimming and I have to use crutches just to get around. The doctor said I could be wearing this stupid cast for TEN WEEKS! How do you THINK I'm doing?" By the end of my tirade I was on the verge of tears.
"Look at the bright side, sweetie," she started. "You--"
"There is no bright side!" I interrupted. "My whole summer is ruined!" I didn't say it, but there actually was a bright side: Charlotte wouldn't be around to see me gimped up like this. "Just leave me alone," I grumbled. Through my tears I could see the worried look that crossed her face. I knew none of this was her fault, but at that moment I didn't care about her feelings.
Looks like Adam is in for a rough summer. Things can only get better from here... or won't they?
Happy New Year, dear reader! Starting this week (now that the holidays are over) I'm back to the original schedule of posting every Thursday.
This week's songs are Cruel Summer by Bananarama and Thunder Road by Bruce Springsteen. The Adam and the Ants 'soundtrack' is available for free listening at http://bit.ly/13U48s1