How to Outfox Your Friends When You Don't Have a Clue (13 page)

When it is in danger, the short-horned lizard will make capillaries around its eyes explode, shooting predators with its own blood to startle them.

—Animal Wisdom

Go figure that the
one
time I have to go to the hospital for something serious, it's on my bleeping birthday.

And of
course
, when I got there I looked like I'd been dragged through a pig pen, with tears streaming down my face and matted hair from my leap of idiocy from that bench in the zoo. And
yes,
everything with Liv seemed to crash onto me at exactly the same time as my wrist broke, so not only was I in actual bone-hurty pain, but I also had that horrible heart pain that even the best medication in the world can't fix.

To top it all off, I ended up getting the hot doctor at the emergency room. No way that I could get an old doctor with gray hair who looks like a grandpa, so I could feel somewhat
better
about myself.

No.

I had to get the guy that looked like a Ken doll, with perfect hair that lit up in an auburn wave under those horrible fluorescent lights.

And he smelled like peaches.

Are you surprised?

“A little bird told me that it's your thirteenth birthday,” he said. He checked his chart. “Ana Jane Wright.” He stretched out his hand to shake my non-broken one. I cringed at the movement, unable to find any words. So much more than my wrist felt broken.

“I'm Dr. Carriso,” he introduced himself. “I'm going to make sure that you get out of here unscathed and back to normal, okay?”

I nodded glumly.
Normal
hasn't ever been my thing, but it wasn't worth mentioning. Especially since my version of normal would never be the same again with Liv so angry at me.

“We were at her birthday party,” Mom said, giving me a sympathetic look. With everyone still at the party, Mom thought it would be best if Dad stayed and supervised with Grandpa, while the two of us came here. That meant I was not only missing hanging out with my friends, but also that I wouldn't get to blow out the candles on my own cake with everyone.

Dr. Carriso gave me a warm smile. “Not the best way to ring in your thirteenth year, is it? Mind if I take this off? We can't have you wearing any jewelry for the X-ray, I'm afraid. We can give it to your mom for safekeeping.” He started to lift my sleeve, revealing the silver crocodile bracelet Ashley had given me. A grim thought rang out inside of me, telling me this was probably punishment for accepting it in the first place.

As he led me to the X-ray machine, a prickly fear swept over me. “Is this going to hurt?” I asked. For the first time, I thought about how the animals at Safe Haven felt, feeling hurt and wondering if they were going to be okay. It wasn't a nice feeling at all.

He shook his head. “Definitely not. You're a real trooper for handling the pain so well already. The X-ray takes a picture for us. It doesn't hurt at all. I promise.”

I swallowed down my fear as he and Mom stepped out of the room while the picture was taken. A few moments later, I was staring at the
inside
of my arm.

“Well, the good news is, everything is going to be perfectly all right,” he said to Mom. His dimples were starting to remind me of Kevin. What would
Kevin
say about what had happened with Liv? I hadn't even gotten to spend any time with him at my party, and now he was probably already on his way to visit his brother.

“It's definitely broken.” He turned to me.

“That's the good news?” I asked grimly. “What's the bad news then?” The realization fell over me like a damp, sticky spiderweb. I knew darn well what happened when you broke a limb. I was going to be like that little squirrel I saw at the center. Only not nearly as cute. “I'm going to have to wear a cast, aren't I?”

“I'm afraid so,” he said. He began preparing the materials. “But don't be too scared. It doesn't hurt, and you only have to keep it on for six weeks.”

I slumped against the hard white pillow on the examination bed. “Six
weeks
?! That's forever!”

Why
did I jump over that stupid bench?!

“It will fly by,” Mom cut in. “Think of how fast time has flown since you started school! It will be off before you know it!”

I knew she was doing her best to make me feel better, but all I could think was that I was going to be stuck with this eyesore of a cast for ages. Six weeks might as well be six
years
.

“And just think,” Dr. Carriso said. “When you break a bone, it often grows back even
stronger
than it was.”

I chewed on this as he began the process of casting my wrist. If bones grew back stronger when you broke them, what else did? Did
friendships
become stronger after they broke too?

When the cast was finished, I felt like I was dragging around an extra hundred pounds. I couldn't help but think about what Mr. Nicholson had said about influences, and how they can change how we act or what we do. I mean, if I hadn't chased after Liv, my wrist would have still been fine. But I
had
to, because things had gone so wrong. So my friendship with Liv actually influenced me to do something colossally dumb, like make a flying leap over that bench. But on the other hand (maybe one without a cast), if Liv had been normal, I wouldn't have felt like I had to hide the truth from her. All of the examples we talked about in class seemed to be all
good
influences. But what about bad ones? Can a good influence make a bad thing happen? It was all so confusing.

I watched as he secured the last section, wrapping the thick plaster covering around my thumb. A teensy feeling of relief buoyed me: at least it was my left hand, and not my writing hand or my doodling hand.

“When I was about your age, I broke my wrist too,” Dr. Carriso said, washing his hands. “I was playing basketball.” His nose crinkled. “Showing off, of course. But afterward, all my friends signed it and everything. Having a cast isn't so bad. It can be a walking reminder of all your friends, you know?”

I gave him a resigned smile as my heart clanged with thoughts of Liv. All the fight that had been in me when we'd arrived in the emergency room seemed to have drained out of me. Or maybe being in hospitals automatically makes you feel like crud. Maybe the air is too full of sickness for any good thoughts to make it through.

“Do you want to sign it?” I asked him, holding the cast out.

He grinned. “I'd be honored.” He dug through his lab coat pocket and pulled out a green pen. “It's not every day I get to treat people on their very first day of being a teenager.” He winked at Mom. “I promise, the rest of your teenage days won't be nearly so painful.”

I sniffled as he leaned down to sign his name in sharp, artistic lines.

Proud to be the first friend to sign your cast! Take care, Ana!—Dr. C

“Thanks, Doc,” I said, letting Mom help me drape my jacket over my shoulder. I didn't want to let him see the tears that had started pooling in my eyes again. All I could think was how, if nothing changed, Liv wouldn't be signing this cast at all.

By the time everyone was done spackling me with plaster at the hospital, the party had already been over for a few hours. The sun was dipping below the horizon, practically waving good-bye to my very first day as a teenager. And I'd spent hours of it in the emergency room.

But that didn't mean I 'd missed everything. Dad and Daz had saved me a massive piece of cake. It was waiting for me with thirteen unlit candles stuck in it when we walked in the door.

“You can try all you want to avoid your mother's cake, kiddo,” Dad joked, hoisting it toward me after I fumbled out of my jacket with my cast. “But even a broken wrist won't keep you safe!”

I did my best to smile as everyone crowded around me at the table. Grandpa and Sugar, who were chilling out in the living room when we walked in, both came up to give me an awkward-half-arm hug.

“Sorry about your arm, sweetie,” Sugar said. “That cast looks fab on you though!” she added. “Very adventurous and rustic!”

I grinned at her attempt to make me feel better. Of all the words to describe my new accessory, I don't think
adventurous
and
rustic
were the ones I'd choose.

Maybe
yutzy
and
embarrassing
.

“Thanks, guys,” I said. “Did…did Liv say anything?” My throat was dry from the stale hospital air. “Before she left, I mean.”

Dad squeezed my shoulder. “Sorry, we didn't actually see her leave,” he said. “Once word got out that you were hurt, I made sure everyone was accounted for. Liv had already left. I called her mom, and she said she had picked her up outside the gates.” He eyed Mom as I pictured Liv outside the zoo gates, ticked off at me and picking at the grass angrily.

Mom sucked in a breath. “Why don't you blow out your candles? I know the day hasn't exactly gone the way you wanted, but no daughter of mine is turning thirteen without making a birthday wish.” I could tell by her cheery tone that she was trying to make the best of things and not let me tread down a nasty spiral of feeling sucky for myself.

I thought back to my last birthday wish moment. Technically, it had been my half birthday, and I was planning to wish that Liv could move home again. She'd missed making the wish with me and even told me how much she
loves
living in New Zealand. Maybe that was when she started not wanting to be my best friend?

Taking a deep breath in, I focused on the purple-and-green frosted cake that Dad had placed in front of me. Thirteen candles flickered in my eyes, creating shadows and dancing lights on everyone's faces. I had to make this one count.

“I wish…” I took a deep breath and narrowed my eyes.

To find a way to be a good friend to everyone. Not just Liv. Not just Ashley. Everyone.

I blew out the candles in one try.

“Whoop!” Daz shouted. He was already starting to grab the melted candles, licking the icing off the bottoms. “Now we can feast!”

“Haven't you already had your cake, young man?” Mom shot him a bewildered look.

Daz shrugged. “Your first three slices of cake don't count,” he said. “Everyone knows that.”

Mom lifted her eyebrows as she swiped some icing from the side of his corner piece. “Tell that to my hips,” she mumbled.

And I have to admit, despite the horrible day I had, everything
is
better with cake and gooey buttercream frosting.

By wearing black fur with bright-white stripes, skunks warn other animals about their stinky spray. This is called aposematic coloring.

—Animal Wisdom

Gossip is a lot like skunk spray. One minute it hasn't hit anyone yet, but the next, it's
everywhere
. I don't know how it happens. How one little incident can turn into something that's practically being read by the serious-sounding guy with the mustache on the nightly news.

The fact that I broke my wrist was all over school on Monday, and despite a bucketload of rumors, nobody seemed to know the truth. Even though a lot of people had been at my party, I guess Ashley hadn't told anyone
exactly
what had happened, but everyone seemed to think they knew.

Three Theories Why, I, Ana Wright, Have a Cast (In Order of Me Hearing Them on the Way from the Front Lawn of the School to Homeroom):

1. Eric (otherwise still known as The Guy Who Wears Too Much Cologne) told people that I was fighting a gorilla for a banana that ended up breaking my wrist in a
Planet of the Apes
–style fight. Odds of this are apparently four-to-one, according to the bets I heard.

2. Rachel from homeroom said that she heard that I was playing hopscotch, and a rogue buffalo charged me, stepping on my hand.

3. The weirdest theory came from Daz, who has been telling people that a crocodile bit my arm off, and that my cast is really hiding a cyborg arm now. He's even saying that I have a laser thing built in like Iron Man, which is probably the coolest part of his theory. The sad thing is, Daz was
there
and saw what actually happened, but he's not giving up on his Iron Man theory for anything.

I'd only had a cast for one day, but I can tell you this already: casts definitely do
not
belong in junior high. So far, I'd already dropped my books twice, fumbled my lunch on to the floor (big sandwiches are hard to eat with only one hand), and accidentally closed my locker door on my thumb.

Now I have a weird bruise on my thumbnail that looks like a wombat.

The only bright side was now that people thought I was a gorilla-fighting-buffalo-outrunning-Iron Man-knockoff, they seemed a lot more scared of me, like I might suddenly whip out a cape and fly off out the window. That didn't get me out of schoolwork though. When Mr. Nicholson gave us a free period to work on our media projects, I knew I had to use every minute I could. The rest of my life was a ridiculous pile of zebra dung, but I couldn't botch this documentary too.

“Okay, guys.” I herded Bella and Ashley out into the quiet hall, where Mr. Nicholson had said I could do some filming. “I need a few minutes with each of you, so I can film your spots for my documentary. I
need
to do well on this,” I said, picturing that bright-red F on my quiz. With everything going wrong in my life, I deserved to win
something
, right?

“You're lucky I did my hair this morning,” Ashley said, checking her reflection out with a pocket mirror. “Do we have to say anything special? Does the camera really add ten pounds?” She looked suspicious.

“You look beautiful!” Bella said, checking her own hair in Ashley's mirror. “All we have to do is answer Ana's prompts, like she said. Right?” She turned to me.

“That's it,” I said, taking off the camera's lens cap with my good hand and shuffling Ashley against the wall where the light was nice and bright. “I'll ask you questions to prompt you about us, and then I'll edit it all together, and when I'm done, I'll have a wicked awesome documentary about everyone that influences me.”

A dark thought crept over me as I spoke. Should I still include Liv in my film? I'd tried calling her a bunch of times last night but kept getting no answer. If I couldn't even reach her on the phone, how was I expected to film her? And was it right that
I
was the only one trying to fix us now? I mean, I knew I shouldn't have lied, but there were still lots of things Liv has done that she could have apologized for too. What about saying sorry for making fun of me with Leilani?

I sucked in a breath, forcing myself to get back to work. When the camera and lights were perfect, I gave Bella and Ashley a nod.

“'Kay, let's do this,” Ashley said, squaring her shoulders.

I counted down, then turned the camera on. “So, Ashley,” I started. “You and I never used to be friends, but I'm including you as one of my influences today because we hung out with sharks together in the summer and realized we don't actually hate each other. Can you talk a little more about that, and maybe about how we influence each other?”

Ashley cleared her throat. “Yep!” Her voice was bubbly and assertive, like I remembered from our summer presentations at the shark tank. “I used to
hate
Ana. Like super-duper hate.”

I made a face behind the camera.

“But!” Ashley continued, fluffing her hair. “She dove in a shark tank to keep me from getting embarrassed. I mean, sure, it was
after
she pretty much tried to ruin my life, so it was all her own fault anyway. But, in the end, it all worked out, and I've actually learned a lot from her…”

I smiled, urging her to continue talking. She looked like she was on a real documentary!

“Like, I've learned that just because something is super geeky doesn't mean you have to pretend you don't like it. Ana likes a lot of crazy geeky things, but it's cool that she doesn't let other people make her feel dumb for it. And I think I've influenced her too. Before she met me, she used to be shy, and I'm pretty sure that it's because of me that she found a backbone and stood up for herself.” She winked at me.

“I mean, yeah. It was
technically
me she was standing up against, but you know. We both influence each other to be better people. I think. Wait, is that totally sappy?”

I grinned, hitting the stop button. That last line was perfect for the end of Ashley's segment. “That was awesome,” I said, thanking her.

With Bella taking her place, I turned the camera on again.

“I'm Bella.” She waved to me shyly. “And unlike Ashley, I've never really been afraid to be into geeky things.” A small smile crossed her face as she peeked beside her, where Ashley was watching. “I've always loved museums and books and ancient maps and stuff. So I don't think that Ana influenced me in the same way that she did Ashley. But I do think that she helped me in another way.”

I kept the camera steady, but my heart was beating fast. It was cool to learn that Bella was great at speaking on camera.

“Ana helped me learn that I could speak up,” she said finally. She reached up to her hair, quickly tucking it behind her ear. “I don't have any brothers or sisters, but with Ana, it feels like I have a sister. Same with Ashley. I feel like I have two sisters that taught me I can say what I'm feeling, and I don't have to keep it all hidden inside.”

“Aw!” Ashley burst into the frame, wrapping her arms around her. “That's the nicest thing ever, you weirdo!”

Bella laughed as I struggled to hit the stop button without dropping them out of frame.

“That was
amazing
, guys!” I said, joining their hug. And yes, I couldn't speak for the two of them, but I definitely felt like a giant cheese ball for randomly hugging my friends in the hallway, but I couldn't help it. They were awesome. And now I had the footage to make the best documentary Mr. Nicholson had ever seen.

“Thank you so much,” I said.

Ashley bit her lip. “Are you still planning on filming the sign at the zoo tonight?” she asked. Her eyes darted to Bella.

“Yeah,” I said. “Why? You guys want to come?”

“Umm…” Ashley trailed off. Instantly she looked guiltier than a fox in a henhouse. “Maybe?” She raised her eyebrows to Bella. “What do you think, Bella? We can do that, right? Let's go hang out tonight at the zoo while Ana films…”

“Yes! Let's do that!” Bella said. Now
she
was the one who looked guilty.

“All right,” I said, my shoulders slumping. “What is it? What are you two planning?”

“Nothing!” they both said in unison, with false-innocent smiles plastered onto their faces.

Say what you will about them, but they are
not
good liars.

When I showed up at the zoo after school to get a shot of the big sign out front for the opening sequence of my documentary, I couldn't stop peering behind me, looking for trouble. What were Ashley and Bella planning? Did it involve scaring the pants off me live on video?

But by the time I'd finished filming, they still hadn't shown up. It wasn't until I was packing up my camera that Ashley rushed up behind me.

“You're here!” She panted, bending over with her hands on her knees as she wheezed. “I thought we were going to miss you!”

Bella followed close behind her. Her short hair was whipped nearly straight up from the wind, giving her a girlie faux hawk.

I checked my watch. “Where have you guys been? I'm finishing up now.”

Ashley shook her head, puffs of air cloudin around her face in the cold. “Nuh-huh.” She gasped. “We were late—” She held up her shaking hand. Bella patted her on the back.

“We wanted to find you here,” she explained. Her eyes were wide. “We asked Liv to come here.”

I stepped back, feeling my heart flip-flop in my chest. “What?” I yelped. “Why? Why would you do that?! I haven't even been able to get her to respond to my texts.” I gripped my camera bag right in my good hand, fumbling with my cast.

Ashley had regained her breath. “We went over to her hotel to talk to her and asked her to come here.” She fingered through her wavy hair under her woolly hat, straightening out the static-fizzy pieces by her face.

“But
why
?!” I squeaked.

“Are you kidding?” she said. “You guys need an intervention, pronto.”

I frowned. “An intervention? There's no way she's going to go for it! She hates me.” The truth felt bitter in my mouth.

Bella grinned. “But she did go for it! I mean, she acted a little miffed about it all, but she's here! She's waiting for you in the Crocodile Pavilion right now! We've been rushing around all afternoon to make sure it's all lined up!”

My throat tightened. The fact that Ashley and Bella had tried to do all this for me made my heart feel five sizes bigger in my chest.

“You did all that so I could talk to her?” I asked.

“We wanted to do something about it,” Ashley said. “Obviously I don't
like
her, but she's your friend and all that. I know what it's like to have someone turn on you, no matter how hard you try to fix things.”

My memory flickered to Rayna and how she had been giving Ashley the cold shoulder since she started hanging out more with me.

“I'm so sorry, guys,” I said, scratching my cast nervously. “I lied to both of you, and I didn't mean to, and now you're doing this nice thing for me…”

Ashley moaned. “Apology accepted already! Now get
in
there and make up so all this work we did to convince her to come won't be for nothing! You're really annoying when you're all wigged out about her.” She crossed her arms as Bella smirked.

“Okay,” I said, gathering up as much courage as I could muster. I started to march toward the Crocodile Pavilion, a million thoughts buzzing through my head. “Wish me luck.”