Forest City 3 Chapter 5 -Peanut Butter "Mac"over-

    "Someday, you're gonna grow up and you are gonna be someone real special Mac," Clove whispered as tried to comb my hair, she was an "expert" on all things, but mainly "squirrel hair" which was always a frizzy and tangly mess. Earlier that day, some punk kid had stuck a piece of bubblegum in my hair and I had to go home.

    "How are we gonna get it out," I stuttered, "My hair is ruined!"

    "Here's a secret, we don't have to tell mama," Clove said, "I've got something that will do just the trick our family secret," Clove held out a small jar of Summerwood peanut butter.

    I felt a huge glob of my hair yank and then Clove let out a "shoot" and a "I can fix it" then... "nope, mom is going to kill me."

    "What did you do!?" I screamed and ran out of my room peanut butter leaking onto my shoulders and onto the floor.

    "Mac! Wait!" Clove called after me and chased me down the hallway.

    "MAMA!" my voice could be hear from outside of the house at this point, "MY HAIR!" I finally made it to the kitchen, mama wasn't anywhere to be seen.

    "Got you!" Clove threatened, "mom will kill me if she sees what I did!"

    At the time we were a lot younger, I was about 7 years old and Clove was around 10 or 11 years old. I ran out the back door, (with no shoes on) and cried out, "MAMA! CLOVE PUT PEANUT BUTTER IN MY HAIR!"

    Mama was tending to one of the almond trees out back, I think she may have been harvesting a few for almond macrons. She wiped the sweat off her forehead and silently sweared to herself, I didn't quite catch that part, but I did know that Clove was fuming when mama brought me back inside.

    A few snips and many tears later, my hair was cut short like our youngest brother, Chester (who at the time was 5 years old), I was UPSET to the extremes, Clove and I did not talk for days after that experience until she came into my room one day and apologized for getting peanut butter in my hair.

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    My phone buzzed and I instantly woke up and rubbed my forehead, I checked to see what it was this time, probably another stupid text from my stupid-

    Monty: 5:51 "Hey! Can I come over or is it tea time with your aunt?"    

    Monty: 6:31 "I'm going to come over, okay?"

    Monty: 6:42 "I'm here! Hazel let me in!"

    Monty: 6:57 "Mac?"

    I bolted down the stairs, I totally forgot that Monty and I were going to meet after school. I practically tripped down the stairs taking two steps at a time. Monty leaned up against the door cooly and began to polish his glasses, his backpack was in the kitchen, I could tell because that's where he set it last time he came over. I shrugged my shoulders and began, "Let's start I guess?"

    Monty looked unamused and just closed his eyes and sighed, "I guess so." He began walking to the kitchen leaving me at the bottom of the stairs. I think Monty's mad at me.