Jason’s home. He calls everyone, no one answers, as always. His family is so stubborn that they don’t even answer his calls. They’re so stubborn; they don’t even wanna talk to him anymore. Maybe they’re mad at him, but they can’t be mad for two weeks.
What’s their problem? They’ve always been mad at him, but it never came to the point that they ignored him so much. He’s so depressed.
“Mom, why won’t you talk to me?” he said, but his mom just continued to lay on the bed. She’s still sick.
He goes to his dad. “Dad, are you still mad at me?” but his dad just sits there, reading the newspaper. “Dad, your coffee’s cold.”
Then he goes to the front of their bathroom, and calls his sister. “Hey, Lizzie, you’re taking forever. You still stink, though.” He never really liked Lizzie, but she’s still his sister.
Wait, Jason thinks, if there’s someone who’s not going to ignore him, it’ll be Bea, his little baby sister.
He goes to her crib. Oh, she’s still sleeping. She’s been sleeping the whole day. Even his mom. And his dad won’t go to work. And Lizzie never finished her bath.
What’s happening to them?
He just played with Collins, their cat, and then they became mad at him?
They’re so stupid. Very stupid.
Collins is so stupid. He’s so lazy. He doesn’t even want to move after they played Frisbee.
Then he remembers when his mom came scolding him for throwing Collins to the tree.
Then he remembers. He gets his favorite toy, the one he used for Lincoln, the neighbors dog, and Justin, his friend.
He never had played with his family before.
He went to his dad, and then he asked, do you want to play? "No, stop that. I don’t want to play. Stop that." But he wanted to play. So he insisted. And he’s been sitting there ever since.
He’s forgiven by his mom, but, she didn’t want to play either. But he insisted. Even with his sister, Lizzie.
Then Bea, she wanted to play too, but she got tired early. They’re so lazy.
He wishes they would take a bath too, cause they’re stinking bad.
He wishes that his Dad would put his throat back, because his adam’s apple is showing.
And his Mom’s lungs hanging out her chest, maybe she needs to take a deeper breath once in a while.
And Lizzie’s flooding the bathroom, why won't she pick up her head floating in the toilet and put it back on her neck?
Oh, of course, his toy!
It’s still stuck in Bea’s brain. Now he remembers.
Well, maybe someday, they will stop ignoring him and play with him and his knife again.