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Leaving Witt, Part 2

In case you need to read the previous:  https://broussardlana.wordpress.com/2017/06/05/leaving-witt-2/

 

So long, Eliza, see you tomorrow at school.”

At school the next day, Joey stuffed a piece of paper in my hand. It was an application for the Miss Rutherford County Contest.

What do you think you’re doing?” I asked him.

I’m helping you get your money together,” Joey said.

I sighed and looked at the ceiling and back at Joey. He smiled. I picked up the application. In addition to the cash prize, a scholarship was being offered to any school of the recipient’s choice.

Ugh,” I said

What are your other options?” he smirked.

Well, okay.” I snapped the paper into the air. I just can’t turn that down. Thanks, Joey.”

Ya know, you are gonna have to dress better anyway, if you are goin to Beverly Hills. I’ll catch up with you later.” With that, he turned on heels like a linebacker on a mission and headed off down the hall.

I watched him disappear into the student body. I was sure gonna miss Joey when I got to California. I’d probably get lonely out there when I was driving around in my white convertible. I would think back to the nights when Joey, Eliza and I were out making the drag and drinking chocolate cherry colas. One night, we were bored and nobody interesting was in town. We went up and parked at Bixby’s Affiliated Market and Grocery. There were some old, rusty shopping carts at the back of the store. We decided to test them out. I was lying in my cart with my feet hanging out the back. They gave me a little push, and since I was on a hill, I went rolling out onto Main Street and there were even cars out that night! Vehicles were weaving and honking. I was afraid to sit up, afraid somebody might recognize me and maybe tell the preacher. So I just kept down and prayed nobody would hit me. When I got to the other side, the cart hit the curb, and I went flying out into a patch of goatheads. I was awfully mad, I had stickers all in my feet and hands, but I didn’t have the heart to be too mean to Joey and Eliza since they were so pale and upset that I was almost ran over. I looked at my watch, time for science class and not one of my favorites. Today we were going to take blood types of our classmates. Seriously? I mean, I wasn’t skilled yet in medical assisting, and I’ve never had much luck at first aid. Mr. Waller looked up when I walked in.

Good afternoon, Mary Ann. Glad you could make it today. Do you have your volunteer for the blood sample ready?”

I do,” I answered and looked nervously around for Adam Femster. I played tennis with him and he was the only junior class member who remotely trusted me to type blood.

Good. I hope this turns out better than your sea monkeys project.”

The class laughed. Let them. They actually did look like little monkeys in that comic book picture that I ordered from. I didn’t even like science anyway, ever since we had to catch those frogs.

You will never guess who has entered the Miss Rutherford County contest,” Eliza said to me the next day at lunch. I had not told her about me just yet.

Who?” I asked nonchalantly.

Carly Adams,” Eliza said.

I detested Carly Adams. She was so materialistic. She was also hateful and a tattletale besides.

Guess who else is entering that contest?” I said.

I haven’t the faintest notion. It is probably framed anyway, especially now that Carly is in it and her daddy runs the whole county,” Eliza said.

Well, I am.”

YOU WHAT?” Eliza almost sucked that pig-in-the-blanket down her throat.

Yes, I did. It was some dumb idea of Joey’s. Anyway, it is worth a shot for the money and stuff. Otherwise, I’ll have to get three summer jobs to get out of this place,” I said.

Mary Ann, what the heck! I’m proud of you, I just never figured you were, uh, the queen type,” Eliza smiled at me.

We finished our lunch and prepared for the afternoon assembly. A representative from Draughn’s Business School was out to entice girls to continue their education with secretarial school. I was so bored I wanted to sleep. In between naps, I caught a few phrases from the speaker. He looked like a nerd right off a television show wearing his wire-framed glasses and plaid jacket.

Being a secretary is a challenging, high-paying career.”

Yeah, right, just look at Mrs. Higgins, the school secretary and that Mercedes she drives to work every day.

Now, how many of you would like to type 100 words a minute?”

I quelled the desire to ask him how many words a minute he could type and just how long he had enjoyed a high paying career as somebody’s secretary. I had definitely heard stories about that occupation.  Betty Baker who worked for Mr. Parchwood at the realty company had to put up with his ex-wives coming in and cursing every day and then there was that phone business with four lines at a time lighting up and Mr. Parchwood standing over her shoulder while she typed a thirty page document shaking his head to tell her he wasn’t there.

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25 thoughts on “Leaving Witt, Part 2

    • There’s no Witt, but I think there’s a Whitt, lol. Basically, I make things up including names. I did grow up in a small Texas town by the name of Munday. There are many parallels to the fictional Witt, ha…imagine that 😀

      • Yeah, sounds like my small town in Eastern Oregon. It’s funny how details of culture can differ, but the essence of life in a small town are so alike

  1. Love the dialog and dialect in here, so very realistic, Lana. And great work on the details which shoehorned me right into the scene like I was right there watching it all happen. I’d love to see MaryAnn steal the Miss Rutherford County title right out from under Carly Adams nose. If she can ride down a hill in a shopping cart and not get killed by oncoming traffic, I’m betting she has a better than even chance. 🙂

  2. was a great read, lovely and so much interesting. Looking forward to reading more from you! Have an ice weekend Lana!

  3. Yeah, I love this second instalment although it ends far too abruptly for my liking! The supermarket trolley escapade had me laughing and it was as if I was watching a film, brilliantly described and the whole piece had a wonderful sense of atmosphere and era. I saw your reply to a comment, Lana – not true at all, I love your dark poetry just as much! 😀 Hope you’re doing okay. Hugs xx

  4. What a lovely read, Lana! The shopping cart escapade reminded me very much of when I had some fun with those carts too, but luckily only on a deserted parking lot! 😀 Look so much forward to the next part! Hope she wins the contest!!! 😀

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