The New Kid, part 4

I hope everyone had a wonderful Thanksgiving...didn't stuff yourselves too much, did you. Well, thankfully, I didn't forget to update early since I was late last week. So... Here it is another installment of The New Kid. Enjoy!!!

“Look, what can I do to convince you to give the thing to me? I know you have it - you little weasel.”

“Oh, how fun, we’re calling names now. You misguided feminist, back stabbing, little…word my mother says I should never use!”

I threw my hands into the air, exasperated. “Why did I get stuck here? Of all the places I could be…I should be. I was supposed to be going on vacation when they sent me here. A real vacation, as myself…my real self. I haven’t seen her in so long. Instead, I’m here with you. You maggot, you degenerate, scum of the earth, parasite…I could go on for days. My mommy didn’t limit my vocabulary.”

“Okay, look the processor you want doesn’t exist…couldn’t exist. We don’t have technology that sophisticated yet. And, if we did I’d be extremely reluctant to give it to you. Actually, reluctant is an understatement, you will never get it if I am your only source.”

“What do you mean reluctant to give it to me.” I said through clenched teeth.

“Well, honestly, you’re a girl. A pretty girl, just not the smartest one.”

“Oh, I see. Listen, I’m desperate here. I gotta get rid of this body. I didn’t even like kids when I was a kid. And, this mommy…Good Lord! If she kisses me one more time I’m calling child protective services. I’m willing to barter with you. Okay. You don’t have to give the processor to me, only the patent for the technology. We can reproduce it on our own. I, in turn, will give you of my services,” I said. I sashayed my hips and winked at him, desperately trying to flirt.

“And, what services might that be.” He licked his lips then stepped forward a foot.

“You want to stay here. I mean as this middle grade kid, that’s fine with me. But, you do know that everyone thinks you’re a geek, a major loser, a real tool, a real -”

“Okay, I kind’ a get that…not popular. Go on.” He rolled his eyes like the sissy I always thought he was.

“I could change that for you. I could make you popular.”

“How.”

“I’d tell everyone we’re going out. I’d even give you a quick peak in the halls in front of everyone. Of course, you must produce the processor first.”

“Oh…um, okay, uh…I have the know how to duplicate the processor. Come by after school and I’ll get started on it.”

Good boy, I thought. That was easier than I had anticipated. Now if I could just find the freaking gym.

The New Kid, part 3

Oops, with all my Thanksgiving preparations I totally forgot to update the blog. My humble apology. Well, here it is, the next installment. Enjoy!!!! Have a happy, wonderful, joyful, thankful, Thanksgiving!

 “Listen, you’re gonna tell me what I need to know. Or else!”

“Or else, what?”

“Or else. I’ll stick your head in the toilet. I’ll wash your mouth out with soap and I’ll stuff you in your locker.”

“Ha-ha! All those things have already been done to me. You’re too late. You need to be more original. I thought they were sending their best after me.”

“Listen kid, I need that information something bad.” I took a step forward and clinched my fist at my side.

“You’re a kid too now!”

“Regardless, I’ll break an arm or a leg. Don’t allow my stature to make you complacent. I can still do my job. Now give me what I want, and I’ll go away.”

“Am I really supposed to believe that? You know its kind’a hard to take you seriously with that yellow bow in your hair and that yellow and white sunflower dress. Didn’t someone tell your mommy that you were in the sixth grade and not elementary. That outfit is really babyish.”

“Do you really think I care what you think about my outfit? Are you an idiot or something? I said, I’d let you go. Just give the thing to me already!”

 “You’ll simply let me live out my life here? You’ll just go away.”

“That’s right. You can trust me. I’ll let you go.” I held my breath with anticipation.

“Right. I should trust you. It seems you’ve forgotten the time in Paris that you shot me. Or, the time we got married in Costa Rica and you poisoned me. Or the time we were sailing the Caribbean and you threw me overboard to the sharks, right after you stabbed me in the leg. Or the time - ”

“Okay! Okay! I get it. You have…trust issues. Hey, it’s my job, don’t take it personal.”

“Right. Issues, major issues,” he said. He backed away from me and my intrusive stance.

He stared at me. I stared back. He wasn’t budging and neither was I.

The New Kid, part 2

Okay, you've waited patiently all week so here is the latest part of the story. You'll have to wait till next week to get the rest...Ha Ha Ha!!! Love it!

Looking up at the brown brick building, I nearly vomited. Schools had always had that affect on me. I recalled the last time I had been inserted into a child; it was over 30 years ago. I couldn’t believe they were wasting my talent on this trivial nonsense.

Stepping inside the building, I was greeted by dull fluorescent lights overhead and the smell of bubblelicious bubble gum. Paper was strewn about. Kids raced and yelled back and forth. My head instantly began to throb. No one looked at me or bothered to ask if I needed anything.

I spotted the ultra geek positioned at his locker. I didn’t make eye contact with him or anyone else, for fear he would run. I really didn’t feel like chasing anyone. I knew from past experiences, however, they all ran. Fittingly, I had worn tennis shoes.

I slithered past the other students in the hall, until I stood directly behind him. The idiot didn’t even notice me standing there. How absurd, seeing that I was invading his most personal space.

The halls began to unclutter. Students slowly trickled into their classrooms. I waited patiently behind the biggest dofuss I’d ever seen. With my patience worn as thin as this kid’s social ability, I finally spoke up. “Excuse me. It’s my first day. I’m looking for the girls’ gym. Do you know where it is?”

He jumped, startled to find me there, glaring at him. He sauntered to the left then to the right, trying to catch his balance. It took him a minute. I was thoroughly vexed by his level of dorkiness. He adjusted his glasses to his tiny nose then smiled slyly at me. “Um, yes, I could show you where it is. But then, I would be late for my class. That’s just not acceptable. I don’t get tardies.”

“Okay, well, can you at least walk me half-way to the class.” He refused to make this easy. I should have known.

He ignored my second request for another question of his own. “How long have you been here…I mean in town? I haven’t seen you before. It’s a pretty small town and new people stick out like a 60 year old operative in a yellow and white froufrou dress.”

Neither of us spoke, clarity rendering me speechless for a moment. How’d he figure me out so quickly?

The New Kid

Okay, this week I am trying something new. This is not young adult fiction, which is what I usually write. It is more a work of middle grade fiction. It was so exciting to write! I am happy and eager to share with everyone. This is the beginning of the story; I will post the next part on the following Wednesday. Not sure right now how many parts there will be, but I will let my character decide her fate. Enjoy!

Sarah’s my first name. I’m not sure about my last. I was born early Sunday morning in August 1946. This was my first birth, but not my last. I was born fully adult. I’ve been a kid before and hated it. Now, I only play adult roles, they’re easier for me.

I sat up groggy and wide eyed, always unsure of my new surroundings. This particular insertion had gone smoothly, nothing like the last two.

I searched my mind for this new location. My memory always a bit hazy upon entry was soon flashing images of this new assignment with ease. I had to obtain a copy of a new processor created by a loser I had chased and killed a number of times. He was like a cockroach, he refused to die. And, he would not give up the processor without a fight.

I pushed past the abundance of character information. It was not important. I had my own ideas about how to play the character. But, because I was a female, I was not trusted with execution. I complained to my superiors for months at my last insertion station. I was their top agent; I should be treated with more respect.

Threatening to foul the next insertion was my final attempt to get their attention. On many occasions I had had to bail my male counterparts out of the messes they managed to create. Not once have I ever been written up, or had a cleaner have to sweep my characters or the surroundings.

No, I was an excellent agent and I knew it. They knew it also but they continually treated me as if I were not part of the team. After 50 years with these guys. This was for sure my final job. After this I was going to retire. The thought of retiring at the early age of 64 was almost heartbreaking, however, but it was what I had to do.

I had to get started right away. My contact was just in the lobby waiting for me to exit. I kicked my legs over the side of the metal table I was seated on. Suddenly, gripped by fear, I cast my eyes down until they rested on my feet.

They dangled.

They inserted me in a child. Oh, I fumed! How heads would roll for this, I thought.