TITLE: Counting Perfect
GENRE: YA Contemporary
There’s no such thing as luck. As far as I see it, life happens one way no matter how much you wish it would turn out another way. If it does take your side on certain days, then that’s how it’s meant to be. But everything evens out, so you can bet the next day, things won’t be perfect. You can count on it.
My brother badumpthumps over every gap in the pavement riding solo on my skateboard. “Stop!” he shouts at me. “You’re gonna crush him.”
He jumps from the board, letting it glide to the grass, and engages in mini acrobatics to protect yet another insect.
I resist a close inspection. Bugs and I don’t get along. They crawl through their own poop, and I’d rather not mix with anything covered in insect feces.
Alex has different standards when it comes to the world of gross.
“Look, Z, he’s so soft. Feel him.” He strokes the fuzzy orange and black critter.
“I’ll take your word for it.” I walk over to retrieve my board then freeze. “Where’s his family? I don’t want to step on them…as gross as he is.”
“Caterpillars are loners. Like you. The mother butterfly lays eggs…then she just flies away, I guess.” His finger barely touches it. I’ve never seen Alex so gentle.
I lean over his shoulder. “And the father butterfly?”
“Oh he’s probably dead by now. They don’t hang around long after getting the female pregnant.”
Thanks for the replay of my childhood.