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Is there a dumber question in the universe than "How was school today?" It wouldn't be so bad if the person asking actually cared about the truth. But the only answer people really want to hear is "Fine." Especially if they're part of your family.
"So, Clementine, how was school today?" my mom asked my sister as she passed the mashed potatoes. Life could be worse, I thought. I could have been born first. Then my name would be Clementine, instead of Carrie. My fingers started tapping the table, the way they do every night, leaving the place where I sit pockmarked like the wood had a bad case of acne. From the corner of my eye, I noticed my mom staring down at her plate. trying hard to hide her irritation. Lately she'd given up biting her bottom lip or making remarks like "Are you sure you can't stop tapping, darling...at least until after dinner?" I so would prefer her just saying what's on her mind: "STOP MAKING THAT SOUND....IT'S DRIVING ME CRAZY!" Not that I could stop, of course.
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"It sucked," my sister mumbled, finally answering the question, her mouth full of broccoli. This month she was on a fighting-cancer kick. Her diet consisted mostly of green, smelly steamed vegetables. It was better than the month last year when she ate only white things. ..rice, vanilla ice cream, and white bread. Clementine is a junior in high school, and she's the kind of person who never does anything she doesn't want to do. She ignores fashion magazines, insisting that popular kids all look the same. If you think clothes are important, she'll say, then they become the boss of you. Her favorite bands have names nobody ever heard of and look like they just fell out of bed and realized they were out of toothpaste. If you don't like her taste, her friends, her hair, she couldn't care less. Me, on the other hand, I care too much. I swallowed hard and tried to stay calm. Sometimes if I think happy thoughts, I'm able to keep my tics from ending the dinnertime conversation. Only sometimes. "You know that sign I put up in my room last week?" my sister asked. "I think it worked." Clementine is always putting up signs in her |
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