The Adventures of Stevie #6
These stories were told to me by friends and other people. Some of them
are true. Some of them are only partly true. Some of them should have
been true. LOL
My first post about Stevie ("Call me Stephen!") was when he was 12 and
in summer camp and was told by another camper. This was from a time
before computers would fit on a desk and when people communicated with
friends in other countries by actual letters sent through the postal
service. When children did this those friends were called "penpals".
Carlos is Stevie's penpal in Argentina and knows English. This is a
fictional contrivance to enable Stevie to tell us his stories because
he isn't here in person. I think.
The stories may not be posted in chronological order.
Stevie is 10 in this story, which takes place three weeks after story #5
The Adventures of Stevie #6 "Friend Below"
Dear Carlos,
My family came here sooner than I thought. We moved into a place all
together which is full of 3 floor apartment buildings with just stairs.
We are on top. We have to share bedrooms like before. There are hills
all around but with just grass and no forests. There are some bushes
next to the street but they have things in them that sting. Wasps! Want
to guess how I found out? Ha ha.
School didn't start yet so I have time to make friends with all the
kids here. My best friend is the one who is closest. He lives in the
apartment underneath us. He couldn't live closer unless he lived with
me. Ha ha. He is the only kid his parents have and he is my age. His
name is Hank. He is a little taller than me. He has his own bedroom. We
like to play war outside. The other kids like me because I die the
best. They don't know it was just an accident.
It happened this way. Hank shot me and I jumped up real high and did a
spread like a starfish cartwheel in the air which I never tried before
and landed on the side of the hill I forgot was there in the dark on
top of my head and fell down like dropping a wet towel. Then I didn't
move. Not because I was playing dead but because I didn't want to. I
felt very strange like I was still in the air. My neck felt strange
like it was loose. The boys came running to me and said it was the best
death they had ever seen. I thought I should get up. I couldn't stay
there all night. I didn't have a blanket with me. I moved my head and
nothing hurt so I sat up and then stood up. The world went around a few
times then stopped like some giant caught it nailed it down. Then we
all went home because it was too dark to play. My head and neck hurt a
little in the morning but that went away by lunch time. I think peanut
butter and pineapple sandwich is good medicine. I should say the hurt
went away. I still have my head and neck.
Sometimes I have sleepovers with Hank in his place because he has room.
One night we were sitting on his bed talking about strip poker he
played with some older girls and boys. He noticed my PJ bottoms were
moving. He said he would show me his if I showed him mine. We took our
PJs off. His was stiff like a finger. Mine was like the size of my arm
from elbow to wrist. He stared at it like he was crazy. His eyes looked
about to pop out of his head! I thought about pushing them back in but
figured he should do that himself but I had my hands ready to catch
them if they fell off his face. He kept on saying WOW. I asked him
what's the matter. He gulped. I could see and hear that. Then he said
that's a real monster and he had never seen one so big. He said his was
the right size for our age and mine was way too big. He said is it
really real? I said yes. Then he reached across and grabbed it.
I flew off the bed backward like a frightened cat in the cartoons and
hit the wall near the ceiling before I could think. I slid down to the
floor then stood up. It was standing up too and jumping like it was
playing drums. I don't know which song. He said WOW again. Then he
asked why I jumped off the bed like that. I said I don't know it just
happens when somebody grabs me there. He said WOW again and said every
time? and tried to grab me again and I backed away. Just then his
mother said through the closed door are you boys alright? We said yes
and she said we should go to sleep. We tried. I could hear him all
night whispering WOW over and over again. He must have had some strange
dreams.
Thank you for telling me about your uncle who is like the lifeguard I
told you about. I wish I had an uncle who was so much fun like that. It
would be great if only I could keep from jumping away.
Your friend,
Stephen
--
Grant
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