Caitlin ~ "Creamies"

Creamies
By: Caitlin

*Before you read this, Creamies are popsicles that are ice cream. So they’re ice cream in the shape of a popsicle. Got it?*
“Ah!” Our screams leapt into the air and shattered the world’s glassy, pure silence. We pushed open the door leading into the garage. The tall, plastic Oak tree that was waiting to be taken to Browse and Buy was knocked off balance by the door. It almost plunged down onto our bodies with enough force to squash us to our deaths. I imagined ending up in the hospital for months and months, with nurses watching me day and night and my body covered in casts. This was not my idea of the best way to spend my summer.
Instead of tragedy, Sadie and I hastily scampered out into the yard. Both of my hands gripped my pink, strawberry Creamie; I couldn’t let go. My knuckles turned white, and my hands started to freeze because of the icy wrapper that sheltered the Creamie. Sadie and I made it outside just before we heard the tree slam down onto the garage floor. “Wow! That was a close call. Act normal when Mom finds that mess!” We were glad the car didn’t get smashed or we would have been dead.
We bounded over to the trampoline. All of a sudden, I felt myself fly up into the air. My whole body smashed down onto the tramp, and I looked up. Sadie’s face was bright red and her mouth released laughter. “Gosh, Caitie!” she managed to say, slipping each word between loud and happy laughter. It didn’t take long for me to figure out that I had tripped. Then we started to jump up and down, releasing our wishes and let them float away into the universe.
The night before appeared again, and darkness closed in around me and I saw Sadie and I laying in the two big and brown love sacs in the basement. The shiver of cold crawled up my spine. A fuzzy baby blue blanket lay on me and stretched across the room. It was 1:00 in the morning and we just had finished our movie.
“Caitie, If you had four wishes, what would they be?” Sadie had asked.
“A dance studio, world peace, two huge wall size dry erase whiteboards with mountains of expo on the shelf below and...” my voice trailed off into the night. “Nine hundred more wishes. What would you wish for?” I asked.
“I would wish for nine hundred more wishes, too summer all of the time, a maid for my room, and Tara to let us sleep in her room,” Sadie replied. After a long time of silence, Sadie’s voice fractured the quiet. “I might not be able to dance in the morning.”
I sat up, “Why not?” I asked confused.
Sadie sat up too and said, “My neck already has cramps.” Laughter jumped from our mouths. Then, we heard steps coming down the stairs.
“Hurry! Pretend to be asleep.” Sadie barely spoke. Mom came in and we totally fooled her. Our eyes were closed and our mouths were hiding under the blanket to muffle our laughter. She left and we slithered out of the blankets still giggling. The red clock numbers read 1:10. It was pitch black outside. Slowly our eyes began to really close.
* * * * *
The afternoon sun came back and shone in my eyes. After a billion jumps, we sat down. My eyes darted over to the creamies resting on the blue step stool, and my mouth began to water. My small and quick fingers rapidly opened the creamie’s wrapper and tried to shove them into our special spot under the mat. The ice shield had melted off the wrapper from sitting in the sun creating water spots on the tramp where it fell.
“Hide them!” I squealed. Our hands together plunged under the trampoline mat and released the crinkled plastic wrapper.
“Mom’s looking!” Sadie yelped. Two eyes peered of the two small kitchen windows.
“What are you girls doing?” Mom asked.
“Nothing,” we yelled, “Just laying on the tramp.” Quickly, we began to gulp down the soft pink creamie. Black and small dots moved around on the side of the house. Our eyes shot up and watched millions of ants creep everywhere on the side of the house. As we slurped, we watched the ants. Slowly we were hypnotized into staring at the insects and sucking the pink popsicles we held.
“Dumb ants. They’ve gone the same way like seven times! Where are they even trying to go?” Sadie asked. Plop! Creamie dripped down our face and onto the green grass leaving two pink eyes on the Earth’s surface.
“They’re probably going to Paris.” I said.
“They’d better hurry if they want to get there by daylight. But I’d rather be there at night to see the Eiffel tower all lit up. I want to do that before I die. You should come with me!” Sadie dreamed.
“You pay for everything!” I replied. Creamie stick tops poke up, barely visible through the pink gush.
Being friends with Sadie causes the unexpected. She allows me to be funny, goofy, and silly. Funny words spill from my mouth, tingling my teeth when I am with her. Silliness leaps into my brain and messes with my body until I am doing crazy dance moves. And goofiness crawls into my legs, making me dance in new and bizarre ways. This only happens when I’m with Sadie.
Ants still looped on the side of the house trying to find the secret passage to Paris. Quickly, we were at the middle of the creamie popsicle. Our eyes were still hypnotized into looking at the ants. Minutes later, the last bits of creamie that were on the stick minutes ago, were slurped up and into our mouths and down our throats. Sadie and I sat up and traded sticks, reading each other’s because that is what they always did. Usually the stick says, Why not, have another creamie. Not this time. It said, Life is great. Have another creamie. We gave each other’s sticks back. Together, we hopped off the tramp and walked inside to get another. Avoiding the garage as much as possible.
* * * * * *
Later that day, Kate walked over to the stereo as the music started. The class danced smoothly and together to the loud music. Swirling and jumping. Twirling and swinging. After the dance, Sadie waltzed over to me. “Caitie, my back hurts...,” she whispered. We laughed but got back to dancing. Laughter stayed in my head and friendship hugged my heart.

Friendship is a big hug that wraps around your heart and never releases unless something bad or sad happens to you. Then it’s hands let go and friendship floats on. Scheduling new friend appointments for you, she’s like your own private secretary. Everyone calls her an angel because that’s what she is. Her short black hair waves down to her shoulders and small brown freckles spot her white face. She is funny, fun and spunky. Happy, ocean-blue eyes and her pink-lipped smile pulls you in and makes you want to be her best and favorite friend. But you already know she likes you the best. Have you met her yet? She already knows you.

A tall Oak tree falls,
I accsidentaly trip and
Sadie laughs. Our wishes
float away into the hot and
humid summer afternoon air.
Jumping and jumping. My mouth
wants a creamie. Quickly hiding
the crinkled wrappers in our spot.
Trying not to have mom find our
stash of wrappers.Mom talks
and we try not to respon. Ants
emerge from nowhere and try
to find a secret passage to
Paris. Located in a hole in
the side of our house.Funny,
Goofy and Silly take a visit
with you. Then Sadie and I
read each other’s sticks.
Suprised by what they
say. We go inside and
get another Creamie.
Sadie and I go to dance
and her back hurts. We
can’t help but laugh.
Friendship and Angel
come to meet you.
Then
you
read
this
poem
Life’s
great,
have
another.