Blog #6: The Sunday Comics

I stared out the window at the fog that obstructed my view of the town. It looked like how I imagined my brain did.

“I’m pregnant.” The line went silent. For a few seconds I could hear my heart beating. The fog appeared to be thickening. I could barely make out the west tower of the Maitland 30 feet away.

“Who’s the father?” Typical. She never thought about me, only the ways in which I could embarrass her. I knew she wanted to make sure that no one indecent would be attached to the family.

“I’m four and a half months along, the baby is healthy! I am finding out the gender next week. I’m hoping for a girl but I would really be happy with a boy too.” My best attempt at changing the subject. I opened my window, hoping the fresh ai would calm my nerves.

“Bess, who is it?” The apartment began to be filled with the cloudy air.

“Willis, mom. I’m sorry.” She hung up. I knew she would, she always acts like a child when she’s unhappy. At least she knew, as she was leaving to come see me the next day.

I decided to distract myself by reading the newspaper. I flipped right to page 6. Reading the comics had always been the highlight of my Sundays. I started to read Zits and realized I had seen this one before. I knew I had because I remember bringing it to school to show Marshal and Owen in our first period music class with Ms.Chaker. I had just begun to make friends after moving here over the Christmas of 2012. I was 14 and terrified. Marshal and Owen were the first people to introduce themselves to me. They were both older, a junior and senior respectively. Our friendship was unbreakable for the next four years. They both graduated but stuck around, I would skip school ot get lunch with them, we would meet at Alice’s for midnight snacks, they would pretend to be my dad to check me out of school. Very Ferris Bueller's Day Off. When I left for college, and my dad moved back to Texas, we lost touch. The Zits comic brought all of those feels of love back to me. I had seen Owen and Marshal around, sometimes we would smile at each other but most of the time we would treat each other like strangers, reminders of our past we would do anything to ignore.

I snapped out of my thoughts and noticed I was surrounded by fog. I slammed the window shut and turned on the fan, tripping over my coffee table on the way.