Post by Bad Beth on Jul 11, 2018 6:01:42 GMT
Chapter 6
Everyone got on the bus. I sat down in my seat again. I felt the wetness at the back of my diaper. It was cold but I didn’t feel too soaked. I felt dry as a matter of fact.
Mrs. Cleaville did roll call. I saw her pointing her pen at me and then at someone else. I knew she was counting because I heard “nine ten eleven twelve” as she walked past me.
“Okay we have everybody,” she said. “We’re ready to roll.”
It started to rain again just as the bus driver pulled out of the parking lot.
I’d have to say this was the worst game I ever had because I messed in my diaper while I was playing, none of my team mates would pass the ball to me, they kept stealing the ball from me and Mrs. Cleaville got mad at me when I attacked Anitra because I had enough of their crap so she took me out for the rest of the game. Plus, my mother never showed up. I knew there must have been a reason. Mom doesn’t come based on weather, or Kelly had a soccer game, or she had car problems.
After all, Mom can’t go to two games at once so she has to pick. Maybe the weather kept her home. Mom doesn’t like rainy weather either.
It rained harder as we left the town. We rode out in the countryside and the suburbs and back to our hometown. I just stared at the window as we were coming back to the high school. Luckily, my team mates left me alone. They just talked and minded their own business.
As we were almost back to our home town, Mrs. Cleaville announced she had to talk to all of us when we get back to school. Everyone except me. I did not like that. Why was she excluding me? I hate it when I get treated differently. I was so mad. I squeezed my hands into fists. I wanted to get up and run up to her and jump on her and attack her but I knew I would get in deeper trouble if I did, so I didn’t do anything. I just sat and let the anger thoughts flow through my head. I would just stay and listen to her talk. I would eavesdrop on her, that way she won’t know I was there and I wouldn’t be excluded from the talk after all. That was a plan I had in my head. I would pretend to be James Bond by trying to be sneaky and eavesdrop without being scene. Pretend that is one of my missions from M. It would look like this:
Mission I
Saltwater High School
Saltwater, WA USA
Objectives:
Overhear Mrs. Cleaville’s conversation and get out of there quick.
When we got back, Mrs. Cleaville reminded everyone (except me) that she needs to talk to them first so wait in the locker room.
Then a hand was put on my shoulder. I looked up. It was Mrs. Cleaville. I noticed all my team mates were off the bus. Just when did they get off?
“You coming, everyone is already off,” she said.
“How come I’m excluded from your speech?” I asked.
I heard her smile. “I love it when you use big words. I wish lot of girls your age did but sadly they don’t. You must read a lot. I have to talk to the girls about how they all treated you at the game.”
“So you didn’t lie,” I said.
“Of course not, I said I’d do it.”
“So how come you don’t want me there when you talk to them?”
“Because there is no reason for you to be. I need to talk to them, not you. They were real mean today and they violated one of the rules in our rule book. Treating others with respect. If you want to be there, you can but I didn’t think you needed to be but that’s your choice.”
I felt better. I got up and got off the bus. I decided to abort my mission. I will just tell M it was just a misunderstanding so I didn’t need to eavesdrop after all. After all James doesn’t always obey her orders. In The World is Not Enough, he was supposed to stay with Elektra and not leave her alone, but he did anyway which turned out to be a good thing because he found out Elektra was a bad woman.
I wonder if James is allowed to have sex with women. That’s what I’ve been told. That he has sex with them. Ewwwww. You’re supposed to do it when you’re married.
I went in the school to the locker room. My team mates were putting stuff away. I went in my locker and grabbed my clothes and put my soccer ball in there and cleats. I put on my shoes.
“Gee Natalie you’re so lucky you get to leave earlier than us,” said Michelle.
She did not sound happy.
“Yeah you’re her favorite,” Nikki added as she dried herself off with a towel.
“But I got in trouble today,” I pointed out. “I was kicked out of the game.”
“So, but you’re still her favorite and we don’t like favorites.”
“If that were us who got kicked out of the game, I bet we be suspended from the team for the rest of the season,” said Nikki. “But with you, nooooo.”
I wonder if that was why they treated me like shit today.
“Is that why you guys treated me like an opponent instead of your team mate?” I asked.
But nobody answered so I asked it again but still no answer. So I shouted it out.
“Shut up,” Michelle yelled.
“Yeah,” said a few other girls.
“You ask too many questions,” said Anitra.
I got out of the locker room quick like a coward. I hate being yelled at. It’s so frightening.
I was no James Bond. James would not race out of the locker room in a jiffy from being yelled at.
But why did I do it? Easy, I’m helpless. I’m a perfect target for getting mistreated. I wish I were strong. Every time I am, I always get into trouble. Look what happened to me at the game today. Can’t I do any problem solving? If only people would let me.
I ran by Mrs. Cleaville.
“Slow down Natalie, no running,” she said.
I slowed down. We are not allowed to run in school.
I went outside and looked for Mom. The school bus was already gone but I could not find my mother anywhere. Maybe she didn’t know I came back so I’d have to call her to let her know.
I went back in the school to the classroom where I always go to call. The door is always open because the teacher in there never locks it. I picked up the phone and dialed my home number.
“Hello?” said Mom.
“Mom,” I said. “I’m back. Will you come and get me.”
“I’ll be right there,” she said. Then the line went dead.
She hangs up sometimes without saying ‘bye.’
I picked up my clothes and left the classroom.
I decided to stop by the gym again. I went there and went to the locker room but I didn’t go in. I opened the door a little. I heard Mrs. Cleaville yelling in there.
“-and I know a few of you have dyslexia. Do you girls tease your team members about that? Do you?...I had to let her join the team, what choice do I have? Discrimination is not allowed. Would you like me to cut you from this team for your disorder?”
Goodness, I didn’t know some of my team mates had that condition. I know my sister Kelly has it because it’s been said in my family many times. She even went to special ed. everyday a week at school when she was in elementary school so she can learn how to read. Now she loves doing her school work and she loves homework. I wish I were that smart. My Dad also has some. He said he used to spell a few letters backwards and spell a few words wrong because that’s how he saw them like he used to spell ‘the’ T-E-H.
Some of his teachers even put him down for spelling some words wrong and his parents did the same. He said they didn’t understand, now they know better cause they know now. He told them after Kelly was diagnosed.
“I want you to treat her the same way you treat each other,” I heard Mrs. Cleaville say.
I left the locker room and went back to the front of the school. I wanted to hear more but I was afraid of my mother getting another anxiety attack because I’m not there. If I caused it, Dad would get mad at me. Dad always gets mad at us when we cause our mother to have an anxiety episode and he punishes us. I caused her to have that episode at the Saturday Market because I stopped at a stand to look at something and it caused my mother to get separated from Dad, Kelly and Matthew so when she couldn’t find them, she had that break down and I was very lucky I didn’t get punished. Mom must have not told him that I got separated from them because I stopped to look at something and then she couldn’t find them. So I guess it was my fault we had to leave because I caused her to have that breakdown even though I told Kelly I was stopping to look at something and I expected her to tell our parents and she didn’t. I shouldn’t have stopped to look at something. Me and my stupid curiosity. It was my fault that Dad decided we should leave.
Mission I
Saltwater High School
Saltwater, WA USA
Objectives:
Overhear Mrs. Cleaville’s conversation and get out of there quick. complete
I had completed my mission after all because I did eavesdrop on Mrs. Cleaville talking to the team and I left quick because I wanted to be out here when Mom arrives.
Then I saw her pull into the parking lot. She pulled up in front of the school. She opened the door for me as I walked up to the car. I put my clothes between the front seats as I got in. Matthew was also in the car sitting behind Mom playing Brian’s old Game Boy.
“Hey why did he come?” I asked.
“Because he had to because Kelly went to her soccer game,” Mom replied.
I closed the car door.
“Why didn’t you come to my game?” I asked.
“It was raining out. I’m surprised Kelly’s game didn’t get cancelled,” said Mom as she drove off.
So she did have a game.
“It wasn’t even raining when we got to our game and it didn’t even start until the varsity game.”
“It was raining over here, so I assumed the same where you were playing.”
“Ever heard the word, umbrella?” I said. “I had to suffer through all the meanness from my team mates thanks to you.”
I was mad at her for not coming.
“Well gee I’m sorry,” said Mom.
“You could have brought an umbrella along,” I said.
“I said I was sorry,” Mom said again. “I don’t like being in the rain and you know that.”
“That’s what umbrellas are for. I messed in my diaper during the game and you weren’t there to help me.”
“Natalie, you are fifteen years old, you should be changing them on your own, not expecting me to do it for you every time. You know how to do it.”
“No I messed in them and I couldn’t even tell the coach that because I had my backpack on the bus so I had to suffer with the embarrassment.”
“You should have taken it off the bus with you.”
“I didn’t want it to get wet from the rain,” I said.
“You chose to do soccer so expect messy accidents. You should already be used to that a long time ago. It’s been eight years.”
Man, Mom wasn’t even getting what I was trying to say. My point was if she was there I would have told her about it instead of me having that embarrassment attack and I would have left the game after the JV one got over.
“No because you weren’t there I had to try telling the coach myself.”
“Oh god you wanted her to do the changing for you?” Mom said disgustingly.
“No,” I yelled. “I had to point to my butt to tell her I had an accident so she will know what happened so I was able to get on the bus and get my backpack and change in the bathroom. Then after my game got over, I had to be stuck there for the varsity game and be bored and be out in the rain under the canopy.”
“Stop, you guys are hurting my ears,” Matthew yelled.
“And my team mates wouldn’t even pass the ball to me and they kept stealing it from me also,” I yelled ignoring Matthew. “So I finally jumped on one of my tea mates and attacked her and I got in trouble for it.”
“You learned passive assertive aggressive in fifth grade. Use that skill,” Mom yelled back. “Did you get yourself kicked off the team?”
“No I got kicked out of the game.”
“You’re very lucky you didn’t get yourself kicked off the team.”
I heard Matthew kicking Mom’s seat.
“Stop that,” Mom shouted.
“You’re hurting my ears,” Matthew yelled as he had his ears covered.
“I’m done talking,” Mom said to me.
Not one word was said on the rest of the way home.
We left the town to the countryside where our neighborhood is.
When we got home, I grabbed my clothes and slammed the car door shut with my foot. I opened the door to the laundry room. I took off my shoes and stomped my feet up the stairs. I was still mad at Mom and I wasn’t going to talk to her.
I dumped my clothes on the floor in my room once I came in.
I went in Matthew’s pigsty room and took the Fisher Price tape player out of his room to use. I took it back to my room and went in one of my drawers and dug for the James Bond tape. I don’t know how long we’ve had it. I found it with a bunch of other tapes when I was in sixth grade. Back then, I had never heard of the character. When Mom told me what the tape was, I thought James Bond was a name of the music group until I found out it was a bunch of movies with the character in it. I heard GoldenEye was a James Bond movie and there were others like it. Then last year, TBS did a fifteen days of 007 by showing two of the movies every night so I watched them so see what they were like.
I found the tape and put it in the tape player and turned it on. The James Bond theme started. I crawled under my bed. I pushed the container of old Archie comics out of the way and my other backpack I keep my TY Beanies in. It was also dusty under here because the vacuum can’t even fit under here. I reached for the tape player and pulled it under the bed with me. I could tell the batteries were a little low because the song sounded funny. It sounded like the tape was being eaten.
I wet my diaper again and it felt really wet this time. I felt the pee go to the back of my diaper and in the front. I rolled around to get the pee absorbed in the diaper. Then I stuck my hand in my shorts and felt a wet spot on my butt. Oh well. For some reason I didn’t care if my diaper had leaked.
After the theme song ended, the next song came on.
The batteries got lower and lower as it played. The song started to sound so awful I had to turn it off. I pushed the tape player out from under the bed.
I stayed under here doing nothing. All I did was pound my feet up against my bed frame my mattress sat on and I tugged at the end of the rubber sheet that’s on my mattress. My mom keeps one on there for when my diapers leak so I won’t wreck the mattress. She has them on all of our beds as a matter of fact. Her way of me not feeling alone with having to have a rubber sheet on my bed. I complained about having to be the only one so Mom decided, fine then everyone will have them on their beds, feel any better. This was when Matthew stopped wetting the bed which was when he was seven.
I don’t know how long I have been under this bed. It felt like I had been under here for hours so I finally crawled out from under there and went downstairs. I wet again. I felt pee coming out from the right side. I still didn’t care for some reason.
I saw Mom had made nothing for dinner. I looked at the time, it was only six.
Kelly was sitting at the table working on her school work. She was still in her soccer uniform. I wonder when she came home.
I went in the family room and turned on the TV. I channel surfed and found The Simpsons.
The Simpsons’ kitchen garbage was piled up with trash and their kitchen was a pigsty. Worse than Matthew’s room. I found the episode quite interesting so I watched it.
Then I saw Mom come in the kitchen.
“What’s for dinner?” I asked.
“Leftovers,” she said.
I was starving so I got up.
I went in the kitchen and went in the fridge. As I was getting out the containers of leftovers, Mom yelled at me from the family room.
“Natalia, why is there a wet spot on my couch?”
I knew she was very mad because she always uses my real name when she is. She uses my full name when she is really really mad.
“I don’t know,” I said.
“Oh don’t lie to me, you do to know.”
If she knew I knew, then why did she ask me?
As I was scooping some mashed potatoes on my plate, Mom yelled at me some more when she came in the kitchen.
“Your back of your shorts are wet too. Damn it Natalie.”
“So,” I said. I didn’t care if they were wet. They can always be washed. That’s what washers are for.
“Go get changed now,” Mom ordered.
“I will,” I said.
“Now!” Mom yelled.
“Then you do it,” I said. I didn’t feel like getting changed. If Mom wanted me to change out of my uniform and diaper, she can do it herself.
“No I will not, you are fifteen years old, you should be doing this yourself.”
“And I said I will,” I yelled back, “but if you want me to do it now, you do it.”
Mom backed off because she didn’t say anything after that. She just walked away.
I finished scooping the mash potatoes on my plate. I didn’t scoop it all out, only some.
I scooped out some cream corn and took out a few pieces of cut up meat. I remembered to put the leftover food away and put the silverware in the dishwasher. I had to check first to see if it was unloaded and it was. Mom does not like dishes in the sink when the dishwasher is unloaded. She expects us to check.
I heated up my food in the microwave. Mom was in the family room wiping up the wet spot on the couch I left.
After it was done, I took it out and was about to sit down at the table.
“Don’t sit down,” Mom yelled from the family room. “Go get changed before you do.”
Mom and Dad do not want me sitting on any of their furniture when I have wet pants.
So I ate standing as I watched The Simpsons.
When I finished my food, I put my plate and fork in the dishwasher and got out some ice cream.
I got out a clean bowl and a ice cream scooper. I scooped some in the bowl and put the ice cream away and the ice cream scooper in the dish washer.
I stood as I ate my ice cream. This was very awkward eating while standing but it was worth it. No way I was going to change myself when I didn’t feel like it.
On The Simpsons, Homer was getting rid of trash from Springfield by having it all shoved in an old mine. I wonder how he got that position.
Later in the show, all the garbage exploded out of the ground. It sprayed out of sewers, and it even sprayed out of the golf hole while Homer was golfing.
Then at the end of the episode, they moved the whole entire town of Springfield to another location because the other was full of trash. I saw Homer jumping out the front door of his home into Moe’s Tavern where Bart does those prank calls. Then it was the end of the episode.
I put my empty bowl in the dishwasher.
I went back in the living room and checked the TV guide on TV. I went to the TBS channel to check when James Bond was going to be on. Eight o’ clock. Plenty of time for me to shower and get changed in my pajamas.
I put the controller down and went upstairs. I went in my room and picked up my pajamas and got out a clean diaper. I headed to the bathroom and closed the door and locked it.
I took off my soccer uniform. My whole butt was wet from the leaky diaper. I stuffed my uniform in the hamper (except for my coat that belongs to the uniform) with the other dirty clothes. I took off my leotards and sport bra. I put them in the hamper too and took off my soaked diaper. It was in very bad shape. It sagged badly and it was real uncomfortable. I took it off and rolled it in a ball. The whole entire inside was all yellow and the stuff inside of it was all out of place. It was a mess. I hadn’t changed since the soccer game. I dropped it in the waste basket next to the toilet. I turned on the shower and waited for the water to warm up. After it warmed up, I got in and showered. I shaved and washed my hair and after I was done, I turned off the water and got out. I dried myself off and put on my clean diaper and pajamas.
I wrapped a towel on my head and left the bathroom. I went in Mom and Dad’s room. Luckily Matthew wasn’t in there this time watching one of his favorite movies again. I turned on the TV and turned to the TBS channel. Time for James Bond but the movies hadn’t even started yet so I would mine as well watch my favorite James Bond movie I have. I went downstairs and grabbed GoldenEye from the bookshelves we keep the VHS tapes on. Matthew was in the family room watching Jurassic Park.
“Someday Matthew you will wear out that movie,” Mom said. Then she said to me, “Natalie you will wear out that tape too if you keep watching it all the time.”
Mom was exaggerating. I have no time to watch this movie a lot because of school, computer, videogames and shows that I have to watch on TV. Plus then there’s the homework I have to do. I only get to watch this on weekends when there’s no school.
I went upstairs back to Mom and Dad’s room. I put in the tape and started it. I would have to keep an eye on the clock so I wouldn’t miss the beginning of Diamonds Are Forever.
That was the name of the movie the channel was going to show at eight.
I fastened forward through the videogame preview on Tomorrow Never Dies. Then I pressed play when I came to the movie. I watched the beginning of it.
When the theme song came, I fastened forward through that too because I didn’t feel like listening to the song. I hit play when it ended.
I said lines along with James Bond and the psychologist as he was doing the car chase down the road with Xenia. Then white lines came down the screen as the psychologist yelled at James to stop his car.
That was where the tape got eaten one time by the tape player and I was able to get it out. I kept rewinding the part so I can hear the lines again and again and then the tape got stuck in the player and it wouldn’t come out so I kept pressing the eject button, stop and play and the tape finally came out after a few minutes.
I paused the movie and went in my room. I got my James Bond trivia cards I got for my last birthday. It’s actually a trivia game but I like looking at them. I read the questions and the answers.
I went back in Mom and Dad’s room and unpaused the movie. As I was looking at the trivia cards, I heard someone come in the room.
“Keep your dirty diapers out of the bathroom, ew,” said Kelly as she dumped my dirty diaper out of the waste basket and onto the floor. She did not sound happy. She was wrapped up in a towel from taking a shower. All the dirty toilet paper fell on the floor too but Kelly just left it all there when she left.
I looked at the time again, still ten more minutes.
I spread my trivia cards on the bed. I read through them as I listened to the movie.
I looked at the time again and it was a few minutes till eight so I turned off the movie and turned to the channel.
Then Mom came in the room. She stopped walking when she saw the mess on the floor Kelly left.
“What is this?”
Another dumb question she was asking.
“What do you think?” I asked. “You’re not blind.”
Mom took something off the dresser and threw it at me. She missed completely and it hit the shelf behind me above the bed.
“Don’t you dare be disrespectful,” she yelled. “Pick this up now,” pointing at the mess.
“I didn’t do it,” I shouted. “It was Kelly. She dumped it out on the floor and left it.”
Mom left the room yelling. “Kelly?...Did you dump the garbage on the floor in my bedroom.”
I heard Kelly’s indistinct response.
“Clean it up now,” I heard Mom yell.
Kelly came in the room with the waste basket. She picked up the toilet paper but left the diaper.
“Natalie, pick up your diaper,” said Mom when she came back in the master bedroom.
“Why?” I said.
“Because it’s yours.”
“But I didn’t put it there, Kelly did.”
“And I’m saying pick it up, it won’t kill you.”
“Then you do it if it bothers you so much,” I said.
“Now!” Mom yelled.
I ignored her.
“Natalie?”
I didn’t answer.
“Natalie?” “Natalie?” “Natalie?”
I kept ignoring her. Her voice was getting louder and louder every time she said my name.
“Natalia Elizabeth Jean Evans!” she yelled.
I jumped. I wasn’t expecting her to get that angry. But I still didn’t move.
Then I saw Mom walking over to the TV. She turned it off.
“Hey,” I yelled.
“Pick it up now or there will be no more James Bond until you do.”
Mom had won the battle.
I got off the bed and picked up the diaper. I took it to the master bathroom.
“Don’t throw it away in there, throw it away with the rest of your dirty diapers,” Mom shouted.
I turned around and left the bathroom and the master bedroom. I went in my room and threw the diaper away in the trash can where I throw my dirty diapers away. Mom bought me a single thirteen gallon trash can a long time ago for my dirty diapers to go.
Mom turned the TV back on when I came back.
The theme song was playing.
Damn it, I had missed some of it thanks to Kelly and Mom.
I hate my sister, I hate my mom, I hate myself and I hate my life. I wish I were dead.
I wonder what James would have done to avoid the incident.