One of the first laws of friendship says that you should be loyal unconditionally. But sometimes that can mean going through injustices. If anyone knows about injustices, it's me. Believe me, I know. All the time, I'm being falsely accused for doing things I would never do. And those who accuse me are often official within the government, family and friends, school mates, and the media.
And a lot of time I simply cannot prove my innocence because all the evidence points against me and I'm found in situations in which I'm in the middle of the crime, so to speak. And then, people start talking: "Spiny did this, or Spiny did that, and I can't believe it and why did he do that?"
Obviously, when you're accused of something you didn't do, you do even the impossible in order to prove your innocence, right? I mean, it's a natural thing. Innocent victims of circumstance can go through some really hard ones when everyone thinks they did something bad. My point?
That it's very hard. But over the years, I've learned something else. Friendship is a very powerful thing. And loyalty might make up half of friendship. The other half is fraternal love. And like I said before, one of the first laws of friendship is that you will be loyal to that friend no matter what. And I really do mean, no matter what.
But another questions is, how far should that loyalty go? So far that it might ruin your reputation and other interpersonal relationships? Well, if you only knew what I've been through lately…well, why don't I tell you?
It all started on March 2, 2015. It started usual. That day I decided to go to school along with the girls. Like I said usual start. Woke up real early, showered, got dressed and ready and went down to get breakfast. It was actually kind of a comical start. We were having breakfast at the…well, the breakfast table, obviously. Where else do you have breakfast? I mean, you can't have anywhere…never mind. Let's move on.
When I got down to the breakfast table, Kathy and Patty were just finishing my breakfast. Hmm. I didn't see Robert or Greeny. "Good morning."
They both looked up. "Good morning, Spiny," said Patty.
"Good morning, handsome," said Kathy.
I sat down at my chair and placed the napkin in my lap. I poured some coffee into my cup and mixed sugar and cream into it. "Where are the boys?" I said.
"Oh, they already ate. They're brushing their teeth," said Kathy, sitting down across from me and eating.
"What'd they have?"
"Waffles and bacon."
I froze. I looked down at my… "How come they get all those fancy things and all I ever get is scrambled eggs?"
Kathy shrugged. "Well, because when I knock on your door and ask what you want, you always say scrambled eggs."
I set down my coffee cup. "Well, yeah, but that's because I've got scrambled eggs memorized; I'm half asleep in the mornings. All I do is mumble. Next time, when I mumble scrambled eggs, give me waffles. And when I mumble waffles…"
"I'll give you scrambled eggs?"
"Right! And when I mumble toast…well, I'll give you a list of mumbles and their translations."
She gave me a funny look and said, "Okay."
After that, I went back up to my bathroom to brush my teeth. Of course, I was still one-fifth asleep. I went into the bathroom, grabbed my toothpaste, squeezed some on my toothbrush and put it in my mouth and…SPIT!...
"What the?!" Blech! That tasted TERRIBLE. What kind of…I looked closer at the…huh?! That wasn't toothpaste! Some stupid practical joker had replaced my toothpaste with hair gel! And who else but…I looked up and saw…who else? That's right. Mr. Practical Joker. Mr. Sneaky. Mr. Smart-Aleck. Larry.
I looked up in the mirror and saw Larry standing behind me wearing a huge and dumb grin. Oh, he looked so self-satisfied. "You'll pay for this!" I promised. Ugh! Well, I finally found the toothpaste.
Anyways, after that we all got on our way to school. Normal, nothing out of the ordinary. And I might add, I did nothing to deserve what happened to me! Just a quick FYI.
Anyways, the day started as usual. Well, almost. When we got in, some of the halls were decorated with Hawaiian decorations. Was it some special Hawaiian culture day or something? Well, I didn't get too curious about it. There are many strange characters in the school.
You may be wondering about Darla, Dimetroodon, and Lilia, right? Well, just be patient. They'll come up in a while. We'll start the other way around. That is, from the latter to the former.
I did see Lilia once before The Incident occurred. It was when we were switching classes. I had Advanced English and so did she. I was coming from Art class when I saw her coming down the hallway. Of course, she looked pretty. She always does. She smiled at me. "Hey, Spiny!"
I smiled back and my heart started pounding again. I tried to show my most charming smile. "Hey, Lilia. How are you?"
"Oh, just fine. How are you doing?"
"Oh, just normal. Say, you heading to Advanced English?"
"Yeah, you have that class too, right?"
I nodded. Gosh, I could feel I was blushing already. She must have noticed it, because she smiled again. "Yeah," I tried to say without breaking my voice. "Since we are heading in the same direction, so to speak, I was kinda wondering, if, uh, you'd let me carry your books for you?"
She stared at me for a while and tilted her head. "You want to carry my books for me?"
"Well, that is if it's okay, I mean, I wouldn't want to impose or anything. I mean, it can be a drag sometimes but if it's not…"
"No, it's okay!" she said.
"And I certainly wouldn't want to be a…did you say yes?"
She nodded. "Sure. It's really nice of you to do it. Are you sure it wouldn't bother you?"
I shook my head. "Of course not. How could it? I love to do anything for you." I grabbed her books and walked her to our class. And yes, I was a gentleman and opened the door for her and helped her into her seat. I sat down beside her and she said, "Thank you." Then she hugged me!
It sent shivers down my back. But little did I know that…oh well. A little while later, again in between classes, the principal said over the speakers, "Welcome! Welcome! To all students of this temple of learning and knowledge! We are so glad to have you all here!" Um, okay? Awkward. He was saying good morning in the middle of the day? What was up with that?
Anyways he kept on saying, "We want to welcome you on this glorious day! And since you have all been so well-behaved lately, I want to give you a special treat from me." Oh no! He wasn't going to…
He started playing some weird tropical music. "Sauropolis Junior High is a temple of learning! Here we have the knowledge of yearning!" Oh please, make it stop! Hearing the principal sing was more torture than all the detention I've served! This, mind you, only happened once, and was about five minutes.
Anyways, the entire school had their ears covered. Even the janitor put earbuds on. I was walking down the hallway, trying to protect myself from the hazardous audio hurricane which was happening, and saw Dimetroodon getting something from his locker. I walked up to him. "Ugh! This is more terrible than the death of Marie Curie who discovered radiation!" he said.
"Just be glad Mr. Anderson is scat-singing."
As if on cue, "Cha-cha-cha. Whoop-dee-oo, doo doo. Whoo!" Oh, shut up already!
Then, silence. Ahh! Finally, it ended. I mean, please.
Well, now that we had survived that, I said to Dimetroodon, "Say, I haven't seen Larry since lunch. He was supposed to help me on an oral report were doing on molecular structure."
Dimetroodon rolled his eyes. "Our very good yet not-so-rational friend, associate, and classmate is participating in his hobby. His reason of living. His purpose in coming to school."
I stared at him. "Don't tell me he's planning to splash the whole PTA with tomato sauce."
He shook his head. "I wish he were. He's spying on the girls from inside the girls' restroom."
HUH?! "He's what? Doing what?! From where?!"
"You heard me. Even know as we speak, Larry is inside the girls' restroom, and is either taking notes on all the conversations or recording the audio. He claims all the juiciest gossip comes from there and just can't resist the temptation."
I rolled my eyes and exhaled. "I've told him a thousand times not to do that. If he's caught, he'll get suspended and will have to find a low-pay job. Well, I'm going to see if I can get the cat out of the bag, if you know what I mean."
"You're going in there too?!"
"I don't have a choice! I'll be back. Hopefully not alone." And so that is how I went on a noble rescue mission which turned out to be a gigantic social and academic catastrophe.