Dun Dun DUUUUUUUN!
by Vana Matevosian
by Vana Matevosian
"Hey, Jude!" called my friend Sebastian, "you want to come over to my house after school?"
"Sure," I replied. "Did you figure out the, you know..."
"Oh, that, yah, I know exactly what I am doing. You want to help?" Sebastian offered.
"No, thanks, I got enough things to worry about, like my sister, other than help you with something that will get me in trouble," I said, not wanting to get involved.
My little sister is only four, but she is battling cancer. I really hope they find a cure that will work; they tried everything, but nothing seems to work. She basically lives in a hospital bed. I visit her as often as I can. Oh, no! I promised her I would be there today.
"Hey, Sebastian, I can't make it today," I stated.
"Why not? Do you think I'm a troublemaker or something?" he asked.
"I promised my sister I would be there for her, she is going through surgery and she wanted to know that I was there to make her feel better," I said, thinking I had won this argument.
"Doesn't she have her little teddy bear to keep her company?" he answered rudely.
"You making fun of my sister?" I said angrily.
"Maybe I am."
"You take that back right now!" I shouted. By now, a whole circle of people had surrounded us and they were all screaming, "Fight! Fight! Fight!"
"One, two, three, four, I declare a thumb war!" stated Sebastian. You would think that we are too old for this, but it's the only way to fight without getting in serious trouble.
"You're on!" I screamed. We fought and we fought and I am not so proud to say that I lost. But when I went to the hospital, it was totally worth it. My parents told me that she refused to start the surgery until I got there. I really hope it works this time. We were going to spend a long night in the waiting room.
The next day, Mrs. Joy assigned us 50 math problems as our homework, and made us write down notes all period long. When lunch came, Sebastian didn't show up at the table where all of our friends usually sit. They were all talking about something, but stopped when I got there.
"What are you guys talking about?" I asked.
"Nothing," they replied.
I quietly ate my lunch, then left. Tomorrow was the day that Sebastian told me he was going to do the prank on Mrs. Joy. I kind of hope he gets in trouble for it. One of my friends told me that the trap was set. I couldn't wait until math class.
When I walked into Mrs. Joy's class, every object in the room had the name "Jude" written on it. I can't believe he framed me!
"Is there something you would like to explain, young man?" asked Mrs. Joy.
"No, because I didn't do it!" I replied.
"Then why does everything have your name written on it?" asked Mrs. Joy.
"If I did pull a prank, why would I write my name on everything? Then I would get caught!" I said.
"I will hold you back one more year if I have to," said Mrs. Joy.
"It was Sebastian, okay? He told me he was going to pull a prank on you, and he did!" I said, stating the truth.
"And why would I believe you?" asked Mrs. Joy.
"Because I am telling the truth," I replied.
"You and Sebastian go to the principal's office--I am sure he will take care of you two!" and with that we were off on the long, shameful walk down the seemingly never-ending hallway to the principal's office.
"Mr. Wellington, I promise I didn't do it," I said. "It was all Sebastian."
"Don't listen to him, it was all Jude," lied Sebastian.
"Calm down, Jude. You're a good kid and I believe you." He turned to Sebastian. "Why did you do such a thing as frame your friend for something he didn't do, Sebastian?" asked Mr. Wellington.
"We got in an argument about...wait, I don't even remember!" exclaimed Sebastian.
"You don't remember how you insulted my little sister?" I asked in disbelief.
"Okay, I'm sorry, I didn't think she was that big of a deal to you," answered Sebastian.
"She is a big deal to me, and if you realize that, you can be my friend again," I stated.
"Fine, let's be friends again. Want to go play basketball?" he asked.
"Sure," I replied. We went to the basketball courts and Sebastian's brother, Ryan, was there.
"Do we have to play with your brother?" I asked. "He is the worst at basketball, he can't even make one out of five free throws," I said.
"Are you making fun of my brother?" Sebasian asked.
"Maybe," I replied.
Editor's note: Here are the two things I want to know: 1. What happened to the little sister? and 2. How did the boys get out of being punished by the principal? Maybe sometime Vana will write more.