It is fall, and there is a chill in the air. The wind has kicked up again blowing everything from skirts to tangling long hair. Football seems to be on almost everyone’s mind and you can nearly smell hot dogs, even from the classroom.
Mr. Johnson, the janitor, is having the same old problems of trying to keep the halls free of leaves that have been tracked in, to finding Jerry Taylor’s math book that he continually forgets. Mr. Johnson nods to Julie and Samantha as they pass.
Julie and Samantha are BFFs and have been since they first met way back in second grade. High school seems like a piece of cake now that they have weathered so many problems throughout the years.
This year does seem to be a little different, though. The redistricting of the schools has brought in many kids that they have not known in past years – different kinds of kids.
“Well, another day at West Greenway High.” Julie says as she runs her fingers through her long hair pulling it back out of her face.
“Yeah, it’s another day where we have to navigate through this strange new world.” Samantha sees her reflection in the window and stops to make some adjustments to her skirt.
“You look real cute today. Is that skirt new?” Julie notices.
“Yes, Mom and I went shopping after school yesterday. I saw this and had to have it. You know how I like red.”
“Yes, red is your favorite color and has been ever since I’ve known you.”
“Speaking of red, can you guess who’s headed our way?”
“Please, tell me it isn’t that good lookin’, red-headed, devil with a crooked grin. Come on, let’s go.”
“Too late – he’s bearing down on your left.”
“I need a Spam-inator.”
“I’ll tell you later.”
“Hey – you sweet things, goin’ to class?” Rusty says as he reaches for Julie.
She lowers her shoulder just in time to dodge his advances. She winces, lowering her brow and squenching up her freckled nose.
“Ah, yes, we are. See you later, Rusty.”
Dashing out the door to get to the other concourse, they stop outside a moment. Samantha still has questions.
“He’s so cute. I love his red curly hair and deep blue eyes. Why did you say you needed a – what did you say it was?”
“Well, you know how it is when you get so much spam that tries to fill up your computer, it’s worthless – it has no value, and it’s irritating?”
“Yeah . . . but . . . .”
“Rusty is that way too. He’s cute, but he puts out all that drivvle that he doesn’t mean – it’s kind of worthless talk. I don’t know why he does it. If he’d just be himself and be a friend, he’d probably have a lot of friends. He’s all hands. He’s mouthy, and I don’t like that. I’d like to Spam-inate him like the Terminator does. He can be such a nice guy one minute, but then I see a look come into his eyes, and that crooked grin spreads across his face. That’s when I know I’d better leave.”
“Poor Rusty.” Samantha is not sure how to react. Talking about him as if he is like spam is kind of funny, but at the same time, she feels sorry for him.
“Julie, you’re so funny, but what about Rusty? What can we do to help him? We can’t just get a program to delete him . . . .”
“I know, Sam, we can’t just delete all of life’s problems – I sure wish we could, but maybe we could Spaminate them.”
“Hmmm . . . I think that’s called praying for them. That’s the best way I know of to delete problems.
“You’re right, and I know that – I’m just talking out of emotions.”
“Well? How do we keep his hands off of us while we’re praying for him?”
“I think I’ll talk to my brother about him. He’s well respected around here and I know he wouldn’t like for Rusty to be messing with either of us. If he explains to Rusty how he should be acting, maybe Mr. Devil with the crooked grin will get the drift.”
“It’s a shame to see such a good looking guy going down the wrong road. He’s someone I might be interested in if he’d get rid of his fake, spamming ways.”
“Yeah, he needs a Spaminator.”
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