Or, maybe it was! The eight of us were sitting in a big circle, on the dirty floor of the boys’ bathroom. I always wanted to know what it was like in here, but this was not the way I imagined it would happen.
“But, what if we get caught?” I asked Danny nervously, when we entered the restroom just minutes before.
Danny laughed. “How are we gonna get caught?” he asked. “It’s the boys’ bathroom!”
“Oh!” I said sarcastically. “I don’t know. Maybe because, LIL AND I ARE GIRLS!”
“Oh, right!” Danny cried. He glanced around. “Hide in a stall!” he finally said after a few minutes of silence.
“Gross!” I said, with a disgusted look on my face. “I am not hiding in one of those things!”
Danny shrugged. “Suit yourself!” he said, walking over to find himself a spot on the floor.
So I guess we were all stuck in there for now until we figured out if Bart would be a new member of our group. I just hoped it wouldn’t take too long, because I was afraid that if I got caught in the boys’ bathroom, it would’ve gone down on my permanent record. Imagine having that haunt you for the rest of your school years!
I didn’t like this one bit. But, I guess I should’ve been grateful. I got part of what I wanted. I just hoped this whole survey thing didn’t get nasty.
Once everyone was seated, Danny gave a small speech. “Bart,” he started, “the reason why we have brought you to the um, boys’ bathroom today is to ask you some trivia questions. This is how it will work. Each of us will ask you a different question, and you will answer each of them truthfully.”
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Tommy cried, waving his arms up and down to get Danny’s attention. “I gots a question! I gots a question!”
“In order for me to let you tell me your question,” Danny explained, “you need to raise your hand.”
“Oh. Okay!” Tommy raised his left hand.
“Yes, Tommy?”
“Why do we needs to raise our hands?”
“Because,” Danny answered, “that’s what you do in school.”
“Oh.” Tommy said, nodding his head. He raised his hand again.
“Yes, Tommy?”
“How do we know if Bart’s gonna tells the truth?” Tommy asked.
“Yeah!” Bart sneered. “How are you gonna know?”
Danny smiled. “Do like the good luck bracelet I gave you, Bart?” he suddenly asked.
“I sure do!” Bart cried.
“Well, too bad!” Danny said, with a smile on his face. “It really isn’t a good luck bracelet. That bracelet has a special lock with a password that only I know. If you tell us the truth you will not be harmed. If you don’t, well, you’ll see what happens!”
Bart suddenly burst out laughing and rolled all over the dirty bathroom floor. Tears were streaming down his yellow face. It seemed like he couldn’t control himself.
“What’s so funny?” Danny asked, with a puzzled look on his face.
“That was great!” Bart exclaimed, wiping the tears off his face. “You actually expect me to believe that this bracelet will be able to tell my truths from my lies? Are you guys serious?” Bart started laughing hysterically again.
“Really.” Danny said, with no expression on his face. “What color is the sky, Bart?” he asked.
Once he controlled his laughter, Bart answered Danny’s question. “Let me thinks,” he said, as he tapped his chin with his forefinger, “to prove my point, I’m gonna have to goes with orange!”
Bart let out a few more giggles, before he started shaking violently and started jumping up and down. He kept doing this for about twenty more seconds, until his voice came buzzing out of his mouth. “MAAAAAAKKKKE ITTTT STOOOOP!”
“Danny!” I gasped. “You’re gonna give him a headache! Stop it now!”
“I can’t!” he cried. “The bracelet is programmed to do this for about a minute. Trust me, it’ll make him stop then!”
A few more seconds passed, and Bart came to a halt. He was breathing heavily, and had what looked like a look of fear in his eyes. “W-What did you do that for?” he asked, angrily.
“You lied.” Danny stated simply. “Now then,” he continued like nothing unusual had just happened, “we’ll ask questions from youngest kid to oldest kid. Phil’s the youngest, so he gets to ask first. Phil?”
“Okay.” Phil mumbled. “Um, when were you born?”
Bart smiled. “April 1st, 1994.” he answered happily.
“And where do you live?” Lil asked.
“England.” Bart started jumping violently again.
“You’re just making this more complicated for yourself.” Danny said, with a frown. But I could tell by his expression that on the inside, he was enjoying Bart’s misery.
“Fine.” Bart cried after the bracelet finished its job. “I live in Springfield.”
“Ooh!” Tommy cried, excitedly. “Springfield! Which one do you lives in?” he asked, with curiosity.
Bart rolled his eyes, like Tommy asked him if he eats grass and dirt on his breakfast cereal. “How am I apposed to know!” he yelled, throwing his arms up into the air. “The one in this state I guess!”
“W-What about your baby sister?” Chuckie asked, nervously. “What are you planning to do with hers?”
Bart chuckled. “I’ve gots special plans for her!” he said, smirking.
My eyes became wide with fear. “What are these so called plans?” I asked. I didn’t even recognize my own voice for a moment.
“You know,” Bart said, answering my question, “I’ll teach hers stuffs that she will never forget about. Ever.”
What Bart just said sent a shiver down my spine. Was he really going to torture his new sister? I could just picture Bart shooting slingshots at the baby, running over her on his skateboard, and spitting on his sister’s face. I was really thankful that I wasn’t Bart’s sister. If that happened (and if it were my choice), I would’ve probably stayed in my special little ‘cave’.
Danny nodded, like that was something he shouldn’t be concerned about. “Okay, Tuck.” he said, nodding. “It’s your turn to ask a question.”
“Okay.” Tucker said, uncertainly. “Um, what do you want to be when you grow up?”
Bart smiled, looking pleased with himself. He didn’t hesitate to answer this question. “I want to be one of those peoples who destroys buildings with those giant balls!” he cried. “I love putting those little blocko pieces together and then tearing them down again.”
“So you love to cause destruction.” Danny said, raising his left eyebrow.
Bart nodded happily. “It’s great.”
“Then how did you get that slingshot?”
Bart sighed loudly. “I already told you, I maked it!”
I quickly glanced at Bart’s lie detector bracelet.
‘That’s weird.’ I thought. ‘Why isn’t it going off?’ A few seconds passed before it hit me. He was telling the truth. ‘Duh, Sam. What else?’
Danny nodded. “Now if you’ll excuse us for a moment.” he said to Bart, apologetically. He grabbed my left arm and Tucker’s right, and dragged us out into the hall. The deal was since Danny, Tucker, and I were the three oldest kids of our whole group of friends, we would be the ones who would make the decision of Bart joining our group.
Tucker took out a notepad and a pencil. “Here you go, dude.” he said handing them over to Danny.
I glanced at both of them with surprise. I didn’t know they were taking notes. This wasn’t a group meeting. It was a survey!
“Okay.” Danny sighed. “Let’s get started shall we? Question number one.” he started. “Phil’s question: When were you born? Bart said, March 17, 1994. It’s obvious he was telling the truth there. He’s pretty good at keeping track of the days.”
I grabbed the notepad from his hands and looked at the first question. “That doesn’t mean anything!” I cried. “I mean, how do you forget your own birthday?”
Danny’s been my best friend since I was born. And I should know, he jumps to conclusions way too quickly. One time, he thought Dash was a creature from outer space, which is a very long story by the way. Everyone in school found out about it and told Dash that Danny was the one who was telling all these horrible rumors about Dash being a bug from space with four eyes, wings, a vacuum suction type mouth, and….yeah. You really don’t want to hear how the story ends.
“Fine.” Danny said, grabbing the notepad out of my hands. “We’ll put that as a positive and negative answer for Bart.” He put a little plus and minus sign next to the question.
“Question number two.” Danny continued. “Lil’s question: Where do you live? He lied to us that time, remember?”
“But then he told the truth after that!” I cried. “Let’s give Bart a break and give him a positive on this one. He said he lived in Springfield, but when Tommy asked him which one he lives in, he didn’t know.” I turned to Tucker. “Tell him, Tuck!”
Tucker looked very unsure at the moment. That wasn’t really like him. He tries to cheer us up when we’re sad, even if he has to make a few bad jokes along the way. Tucker uses bad table manners sometimes when he knows he needs to do something important. And not to mention, when any of us have a question for him, he always has an answer even if the answer is ridiculous. He even answers the babies’ difficult questions!
Finally, after a few minutes of silence, Tucker finally said, “Just go ahead and put it as a positive for Lil’s question and a negative for Tommy’s.”
“Okay, then.” Danny wrote on the notepad again. “Question number four. Chuckie’s question: What are you planning to do with your baby sister?”
Another shiver ran down my spine. That question kept giving me the chills. “He said he had plans for her.” I said, nervously. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?”
Danny shrugged.
“Well,” Tucker said, taking the notepad from Danny, “I guess that would be a good thing because he’s planning to spend time with his new sister. But, on Sam’s question: What are these so called plans?, Bart said he would teach his new sister things that she would never forget. Ever. I’m gonna assume that’s bad.”
I nodded, while Danny scribbled something on the notepad. Now, in case you’re wondering, here’s what got down on the notepad so far:
Q1: + -
Q2: +
Q3: -
Q4: +
Q5: -
“Wait a minute.” I said, glancing at the sheet of paper. “What about question number six?”
“What about it?” Danny asked.
“What about it!” I exclaimed with disbelief. “Danny, it was your question!”
“I asked where Bart got that slingshot. He said he made it. He was lying to us completely!”
“No he wasn’t! Bart was telling the truth! Otherwise his bracelet would’ve gone off!”
“He probably just fiddled around with the bracelet and made it not go off so it looked like he was telling the truth!”
“What? Bart’s hands were in front of him the whole time! I saw them! And you said that the bracelet could only be taken off by you!”
“Yes. Taken off. I didn’t say anything about fiddling!”
I sighed loudly. “This is nuts.” I muttered. “Tucker, will you tell Danny that Bart should join our ghost group?”
“Tuck,” Danny started, “will you tell Sam that she has no idea what’s she’s talking about?”
Tucker’s eyes darted from Danny, to me, and back to Danny again. “I’m staying out of this one you guys.” he said nervously.
I swung back toward Danny. “What do you mean I have no idea what I’m talking about?” There were times where I felt so angry with Danny, where I wanted to just walk away from him for awhile, where I felt like kicking Danny in the….well….you get my point. This was one of those times.
Danny glared right back at me. “What I mean is Bart is a bad kid! He doesn’t deserve to be in our group!”
“What are you talking about? The score was a tie!”
“Yeah well, that still doesn’t mean he should join!”
Suddenly, the boys’ bathroom door opened, and Tommy’s head popped out. “Hey, you guys!” he cried happily. “We finded a bag of peanuts in here! Do you guys want-,”
But I was only half listening. “I wish you would just give people a second chance!” I argued.
“Well I wish you stopped thinking about giving other people second chances!” Danny argued back.
I noticed Tucker giving Tommy his ‘Help-me. I-don’t-want-to-be-in-the- middle-of-this-argument.’ look.
Tommy nodded at him, and quickly cried, “Oh, look at this….wall! Isn’t it great? Want to goes and stares at it, Tucker?”
Tucker gave Tommy a quick smile, and quickly said, “Yes, Tommy. I would be happy to join you in staring at the, err, wall.”
They ran down the hall and started staring at the plain, brick wall.
I would love to tell you my millions of explanations of how pathetic that whole wall situation was, but I can’t. I have only a certain amount of time to tell you this story, and I’m not going to waste it.
“You really think I shouldn’t give people second chances?” I asked angrily. I couldn’t believe this was happening. Danny and I never fight!
Well, okay. Maybe that isn’t exactly true. Danny and I fight sometimes, but not too often. When we do fight, the argument goes on for like two seconds and then it ends. We’d usually go on talking like that whole situation hadn’t happened. It had never led to this before.
Danny leaned toward my face. He took a deep breath and said, “Y-E-S.”
I leaned toward Danny’s face, glared at him once more and yelled, “SO MUCH FOR YOUR SECOND CHANCE! GOODBYE!”
After that, I spun away from him, ran toward the school’s front door, and out to Mrs. Pickles van. I saw Tucker and Tommy stare at me in shock on my way out. But I didn’t care. I was just glad to get away from that traitor.
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