Page 7 of Through Quick and Quinn
Desiree / 7:47 p.m.
that Quinn chick? ikr I can’t even picture it lol she seems like such a loner
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ofc she’s a loner who would want to be friends with a weirdo freak witch she doesn’t even hide it did you see that necklace thing she was wearing
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no what was it
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some black magic weird crystal thing
7:50 p.m.
so she doesn’t have any friends?
that’s sad
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for real
whatever
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Hey,
I hate this time of year, bud. I frickin’ hate February. Well, not as much as I hate April, but still.
I don’t want to celebrate my birthday, but Mom and Dad want to make everything look and feel as “normal” as possible, so much so that they try too hard and it’s just way too forced. I legit hate it. And it doesn’t stop there. Dad is over-the-top nice throughout March and April, and Mom plasters on this fake smile that literally makes me wince in pain. But, dude, why? Like we’ll be having so much fun that one day we’ll wake up and realize that it’s May, and that we breezed right past April? Yeah, ok. Like that’s even possible.
At least I decided on my big dig for Spring Break. I figure if I immerse myself in the mysteries of Antarctica, maybe it will feel like an actual escape. Seriously, though. What’s with the government secrets surrounding that continent? There are definitely some hidden truths in that ice.
I only have one birthday wish. You know that, right?
-Deck
Saturday, April 16, 2022
Note to self:
Sometimes I fantasize how life would be different if Troy were still with us, especially around this time of year. We’d be planning a birthday party, this year being his 7th. I wonder what seven-year-olds are into these days. Pokémon maybe?
When he was three, I pictured us planning a robot-themed party. I would have spray-painted a bunch of cardboard boxes silver before the big day, and then all of the kids would decorate one. The space for their faces would already be cut out so they could wear their helmets the whole day. We’d have special robot words for the treats, and we could sing the birthday song in our best digital voices. I bet Troy would have loved that.
When he turned five, I imagined it would be a construction-themed birthday party and his friends would wear hard hats and bright orange vests. Maybe we’d even rent an actual excavator or something and let the kids ride in one! We’d put the snacks in the beds of toy trucks and there would be shovels instead of spoons. Obviously, there would be dirt cups instead of cake, and I’d totally be the silly big sister to smash his cookie-crumbed pudding into his face. He’d laugh and laugh because he loved when his silly big sister did silly things like that.
Sigh.
I visualize these things each year, but all I really want to picture is his face. I wonder what he would look like now.
…Q
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