A Day in The Life of Hazel Kamalachi; Chapter 5, Wrong Choice

by Heather in a world where everything is fun

The morning came quick, rosy-fingered Dawn scurring down from the sky to let the Sun shine on the glowing white-ish blue-ish snow. It was also snowing that day.

Hazel woke up first, already extremely hungry. " 'Ake, when do you think your mom'll wake up?"

Jake opened his eyes slowly, groaning. "I don't know. Why?"

Hazel shrugged, yawning and sitting up. "I'm hungry." It sounded more like, "Yime mungree" since it was in the middle of a yawn.

"Oi. Same here. We can just make something, can't we?" said Jake thoughtfully. "I'm in the mood for cinnamon buns--"

"Yummmmm," they drawled in unison.

Hazel laughed, taking a comb from her bookbag and combing her dark brown hair. Jake started upstairs, dragging his hand along the stair rail, Hazel following.

The clock striked 9:00 AM, and Jake searched in the fridge for cinnamon buns. He shuffled around, taking some completely un-related items like butter out, frowned, put them back in, and continued searching until Hazel couldn't take it anymore.

"Okay, Jake! Let me find them!" she huffed, shoving him away. After 5 minutes of looking, she pulled them out, smirking and raising an eyebrow. "See? I found them."

Jake slammed the door shut and rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but--"

"Hey, you guys, want me to make that for ya?" Jake's mom appeared.

They nodded, and figuring it would take a while, took their bikes out for a ride. They rode for fifteen minutes, talking and laughing.

"Yea, you're right. If Cady wants to be your friend so badly, she just go and be nicer."

Jake nodded. "Because if she hates you, Haze, I'll never be her friend."

Hazel hid a smile so bright and sincere behind her palm, and she regrets she ever did that, because next thing she knew--

"OW! Oh my God, that hurt!" she yelled. She'd fallen, her bike ontop of her, wheel ontop of her up-side of her elbow joint, which was twisted and bleeding, thorns crushed into the cut. Jake hopped off his bike and ran over to her.

"You okay?"

Hazel grinded her teeth, and through clenched jaws, muttered, "What do you think??!?"

Jake frowned. "N-no?" Hazel nodded furiously, kicking the bike up, but this only resulted in the bike falling on top of her again.

"HELP!!" she yelled. Jake lifted the bicycle off of her and stuck a hand out. Hazel grabbed it with her good hand, writhing in pain. "Thanks."

Jake nodded, and sighed. "Oi. This is a bad situation. Uhh..walk your bike home, I guess, with your good hand since you can't really--"

Hazel groaned. "I KNOW that."

So they walked home--or limped, for Hazel--together, and just as they suspected, the buns were ready.

"Mum, can you help us? Hazel kinda--"

Hazel finished it off. "Nearly broke her arm."

Jake nodded. His mom pushed her to the bathroom, where she kept all the first aid stuff and washed her arm, picked the thorns out, and wrapped it in a gauze bandage.

"It won't take away all the pain, but it might help," her mom mused, giving Hazel some tylonal.

She swallowed it, and taking a deep bite into the cinnamon bun, sighed with relief. "So good."

Jake laughed, and sat himself down on the porch bench.

"Oh yeah, Hazel, you guys got another call. It's from Taylor, I think."

Hazel gulped. "Oh..no.." she whispered to Jake. He bit his lip, and they went to the phone and called her.

"Hey guys, yeah. Hazel, you really made the wrong choice in inviting Jake."

"How do you know about that?" Hazel demanded.

"Cady told me..yeah, so, I just want to let you know that Fiona and I won't be coming there anymore. And if you're seen with Jake any longer, I don't think we can be friends."

"So, you're not being my friend because I have another friend who you don't like? That's real mature."

"Exactly my point, Haze. We're NOT mature. We're not SUPPOSED to be mature. And..you and Jake? It's just..it doesn't look good, Hazel."

"What does that have to do with you guys?"

"It has EVERYTHING to do with us. We were your friends, and it didn't look good if our best friend was prancing around some guys side like they were married or something."

"I do no-"
But they'd already hung up.

Hazel sighed. "I told you. They said 'we were', not 'we are'. Listen, Jake, I gotta go home.."

Jake bit his lip again, staring into her huge, brown eyes. "Haze, this isn't because of them, is it?"

Hazel shook her head dimly. "No, it isn't, Jake. I'm still your best friend. I just don't feel that well. Tell your mom the cinnamon buns were great."

Jake sighed.

"Okay."