TITLE: TREASURE HEAD
GENRE: Middle Grade Ataripunk
Tell us a story of when you were young.
"Spark, this isn't funny. You're always doing stuff like this and I'm getting tired of it."
I can hear Lisa's footsteps as she passes the door of the closet. She's such a butt muffin.
"Spark!" she squeals. "I mean it. It's getting dark, in here!"
I count to fifteen, slowly. I know it's not nice to let her sweat it out but it also wasn't nice for her to hide the extra joystick. She only did it because she didn't want me playing Super Breakout against Ted
while Casper was in the kitchen getting another bowl of Frankenberry.
"All right, that's it."
I can hear her breathing. I think I see her shadow blocking the light coming in at the bottom of the door. There's no air in this stupid closet and I'm sweating like crazy in here. I try to take a breath and start
to feel all chokey, like I can't get enough. God, what if I died in here all because of Lisa, Queen of the
Butt Muffins, and the mystery of the amazing joystick? What kind of life would that have been? I haven't even kissed a guy. I did kiss my Barbie beauty head, once. The one you can pull a string in the back and make her hair grow. I only did it for practice but it was sick. Tasted like old Sky Bar that'd been sitting in a cupboard for about fifty years.