I Know I Sound Crazy

 

 

Pulling a quarter from my left pocket, I was about to give it to Tabitha. Bad idea, I quickly realized. She wouldn’t take it from me, I could tell from the icy look on her face. Instead, I pushed it into the soda machine and pressed the ginger ale button.

Ka-thump.

The green can landed at the bottom of the chute.

When I walked away, I felt Tabitha staring at me, even more irritated. The clock was ticking, and my chances of convincing her to come with me on a mystery mission was stuck on zero. Pulling a notebook from my backpack, I jotted down a note as fast as I could.

“If this soda is for me, I don’t want ginger ale.” Tabitha said.

“Yes you do.”

“Oh, yeah? How do you know that?”

Ripping out the notebook page, I folded it just so.

“I said how do you know that, Bernice?”

I handed the note to Tabitha. She unfolded it and read it.

I know I sound crazy, but even crazy people sometimes know what’s most important. Want to help Mac? Follow me.

I left the snack room, hoping Tabitha would take the bait and give chase.