Flint
walks out his front door ready for another day of tenth grade. He’s dressed for
the twenty-seven degree air in a black North Face parka, baggy jeans, and a
black-knit beanie with a white skull. He even has his hand stuffed with
Kleenex, which surrounds a metallic material that is in a sheet the same size
as the sheet of Kleenex.
He made it through his childhood and
early teen years without as much as a sniffle. “Invinthible” Flint called
himself at age four, after hearing his father call him an invincible little
hero. But lately, he’s had some killer sneezes. And today, Flint has been
experiencing sneezes that seem to burn his palm every time he sneezes.
He’d play hooky again, but of
course he’s used up all his available absences on days he didn’t even need
them. Now that he has super painful sneezes, he has to be at school and endure
the pain no matter what.
Flint catches a ride with
Damien, who lives in the next subdivision. Together they ride to Holland High
School. Most mornings, Damien takes the long route so they can swing by
McDonald’s. Flint jogs half the way to Damien’s to make up for lost time.
“Dude, where ya been?” yells
Damien from his red late-Nineties Jetta – he has the window rolled down with his
hand and a half-smoked cigarette resting on the top of the glass.
“Needed extra provisions for
the day. I’m feeling like shit, man,” Flint says.
“Well, keep your germs outta my
car!” says Damien, already shifting the car into drive even though Flint is
halfway in the car. A Katy Perry and Kanye West song plays on the radio at a
volume loud enough to rattle the rearview mirror with every beat. Flint leans
back in his seat and closes his eyes. He doesn’t want to catch a glimpse of the
sun because looking into the light always causes him to sneeze.
“Dude. Dude!” yells Damien over
a new song that sounds just like the last one. “Want Mickey D’s?” He punches
Flint in the arm.
“Nah, I just don’t feel right,”
says Flint, keeping his eyes closed tight. He clenches his eyelids the rest of
the way to the school. Damien parks his car and looks over at Flint. “You
really don’t look too good, man,” he says.
Flint looks at Damien, whose
face is blurry, and catches a glimpse of sun over the headrest behind Damien’s
head.
A tickle starts in Flint’s
right nostril and causes him to look like a rabbit catching a whiff of an old
woman’s garden after a fresh rain. He tightly squeezes his eyes shut and
wiggles his nose in hopes of deterring the sneeze. He’s sick of these weird sneezes.
He’s sick of not being normal.
“Why are your eyes so red,
dude?” says Damien.
Flint whips his head back
against the headrest and is beyond the point of return. He breathes in a bubble
of air and readies his Kleenex and aluminum foil. It’s futile, though.
The sneeze comes roaring out of
Flint’s nose with flames shooting out like from the dual exhaust of a 1969 Ford
Mustang.
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