Resolutions
Josephine
Paige
“I never really
got the point,” I protested, allowing Jenny to steer me into a chair. “I mean,
promising yourself you’re gonna do something for the whole year? How long does
that usually last, anyway?”
Jenny handed me a
notebook and a pencil. “Generally about a week and a half,” she said with an
air of reluctance. “But the goal is to make it through the year.”
“I don’t even know
where to begin,” I complained. She eyed me patronizingly, the way she always
does when I’m being stubborn. Half the time, I’m only mulish to make her mother
me like that. It’s nice to have someone boss me around, since I haven’t got a
real mom to do it. The fact that Jenny is only sixteen doesn’t really make much
of a difference.
“Think of it this
way,” she said, snuggling into the chair across from me and handing me a box of
Oreos. I opened it while I listened, pouring two glasses of milk. Jenny
continued.
“If you don’t
humor me and write the freaking New Year’s resolutions, I shall ensure your
untimely and painful demise.”
Ah, besties. I grinned. “Righto.”
Jenny turned on
the soundtrack to one of her favorite TV shows and it played softly in the
background, accentuating the sound of our Oreo-eating. I stared at the
blue-lined page of my notebook for a while, before writing “Cat’s New Year’s
Resolutions” at the top in dark block letters. I reached for another Oreo and
contemplated the paper, vaguely aware of Jenny humming along to Sherlock’s main
theme as her pencil scratched merrily across the page.
Glancing across at
her, I saw the look of intense concentration that usually accompanies Jenny
when she’s organizing her bookshelves or using oil paints. I knew by now not to
mess with the Thinking Face, so I turned back to my paper, my mind completely
blank. Resolutions? I couldn’t even keep to my self-enforced bedtime. What was
I supposed to promise myself?
The words swam
around on the page as I stared, and I pictured little baby dinosaurs popping
out of the margins and eating the letters. Resolutions. Bah. I glanced over at
Jenny yet again. She was on what I think was her tenth oreo, and she absently
took a sip of milk, almost spilling on her page. She caught me watching and
looked at me sternly.
“How’s it going,
Cat?” she asked. I grinned.
“Almost done. Does
Invent the first time machine count?”
I asked. She choked on her milk and laughed, turning back to her list, and I
glared at my penciled name. I knew that this was kind of a tradition in Jenny’s
family, but me? I had no idea what I was doing. It was time for Operation:
Research.
“Jenny?” I asked,
looking over at her yet again. “Did you leave the fridge open when we nabbed
the milk?”
“Of course I
didn’t, you nitwit,” she snorted. “As if.”
With anyone else,
that would be the end of it. But not so with my paranoid little friend. I
waited. Sure enough, she groaned and got up three minutes later.
“I’ll be right
back,” she sighed. “Want a napkin?”
“Sure, thanks,” I
replied innocently. As soon as she stepped out of the room, I reached over and
nicked her notebook. Operation: Research could easily be retitled “Operation:
Steal Jenny’s Ideas,” because I was all out.
I heard thuds as
Jenny descended the stairs, and knew I’d have to hurry. I scanned the page and
found it wasn’t written like a list at all.
Jennifer’s Resolutions
This
year is going to be different. This year I’m actually going to do it. Actually
use this stupid list to do what it’s meant for. It’s not for exercising, to
lose weight--It’s about becoming a better person. And that’s what I’m going to
do this year. Become a better person. So watch me make the whole year, and
watch me be that person.
This
year I’m going to get a job. A good job, so I can start to pay my own way
through college. I’m going to stop complaining about what I can’t have, and
start being thankful for the things I do have--A loving mom, siblings, and the
best of friends.
I’m
going to help Mom with dinner more often, since she’s been really stressed out
and she hates cooking. I’m going to try and spend more time with the little
kids, so they remember me when I move out. I’m going to grow in my faith and
read the Bible more.
And
last but definitely not least, I’m going to help Cat find God. She’s so alone
and she needs Him so much. I feel like, above everything else, I owe it to her.
She’s been a true friend, even when I didn’t know I needed one.
I heard the
pounding of Jenny’s feet on the stairs and I hurriedly replaced the notebook,
blinking back tears. A lump had formed in my throat, but I ignored it, trying
to act like I’d been diligently writing. Jenny threw the door open and tossed
me a roll of paper towels.
“No more paper
napkins,” she explained, out of breath from her mad dash up the stairs. “How’s
it coming?”
I looked at my
blank list, and I smiled a bit, the lump making it hard to speak. “Almost
done,” I said, and then cleared my throat. “One thing. How do you spell
Space-Time Continuum?”
Miss Paige's blog may be found here. It contains her daily ramblings and many wonderful drawings.
Josie, that is beautiful. I love it.
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Well, it's not /just/ because you used my name. XD)
Aw thanks! And actually, I totally wasn't even thinking about your name when I wrote that--Oops! XD I just love the name Cat, so yeah... XD
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