Schooltime Songs

Jake wasn’t quite sure what it meant when the little anime figure beside the computer monitor started talking, but it probably wasn’t a good sign. He couldn’t tell anyone, obviously. His twin sister Annie already made fun of him for having a statue of a girl.

He swallowed, suddenly uncomfortable. The plastic woman in the sailor outfit and high boots made him uncomfortable in ways he wasn’t sure he was ready for yet. He just knew that he liked looking at the tiny figurine. Plus, cool time powers. What wasn’t to like?

But now…maybe insanity came with the hormones they talked about in health class.

“Time to get up!” the statue chirped in a singsong. She twirled her staff and thumped it on his desk. “School is waiting!”

“It’s summer,” Jake mumbled. He wasn’t sure he’d moved or even blinked since he’d heard a noise and woken up to keep Annie out of his room again.

The door opened, and his mom poked her head in. “Were you talking to someone?”

He shook his head, still under the blue and black checked plaid blanket.

“Well, get up then. Sprinkles needs her walk. Your turn.” She closed the door gently, her footsteps echoing down the hall toward his sister’s room.

The sailor winked at him and gave a snappy salute.

Jake hurried to pull his jeans on while still under the blanket, careful to avoid eye contact.

When he got back from a tour of sniffing neighborhood mailboxes with a fluffy black dog convinced she was four times larger than she was, the house was in an uproar.

“I’m telling you, it warbled!” Annie was shouting at the top of his lungs. Dad was pouring coffee, looking apologetic as he headed for the garage.

“Water doesn’t really sing, dear. Not even in singing fountains.” Mom was having none of it, humming to tease the girl while she trimmed the flower stems. She placed the bouquet of flowers in the mason jar always kept in the kitchen window.

Jake stared. “What didn’t warble?”

“It did,” Annie insisted. “I was taking a shower and the water began warbling.”

“Glad you finally showered,” he said under his breath. He caught her glare. “I mean, are you sure you weren’t singing without realizing it? You warble, right?”

“Why would I sing about school? Or you?” She scoffed and shoved a piece of toast in her mouth. “Imma nos two ped.”

“No, you just sound stupid,” Jake replied, and fled before she could catch him.

He’d nearly forgotten by lunchtime. Mom forgot time when she was in the greenhouse, so dinner was the big meal together. He usually just grabbed a sandwich and snacks from the approved healthy bin if he really needed something to tide him over. Only this time, the kitchen wasn’t empty.

His mother sat dangling a dainty, empty teacup from one pinky. From the odd sharp scent in the air, he wasn’t sure she’d actually been drinking tea.

“Uh, Mom?”

She hiccupped. “You know those mini daffodils I have in the greenhouse? The white ones with the orange center? I love the scent on those.”

He hadn’t a clue what she meant. “Sure, Mom. Did they get a fungus or a pest infestation or something?”

“They sang,” she said, and looked at her cup sadly. “They want you to go to school.”

“What, owl delivery was broken?”

He could have fallen on the linoleum when she nodded. “I thought the powers skipped both you and Annie.”

Behind his mother, the flowers in the mason jar began glowing.

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Not sure I’m quite happy with this one, but I’ve been looking for an opportunity to use those singing flowers. Might play with it some more. Thanks to nother mike for the opening paragraph’s prompt! Mine went to AC Young, who rescued the orangutan on a motorcycle. Inspired by real life, but apparently I have a movie to watch…