The Princess and the Plague : 24

The Princess and the Plague
Part 24
By Anistasia Allread
Edited by Karen J.

Mr. Martin pulled into Tricia's driveway. Erika shifted the flowers once again from one hand to the other. Mentally she skimmed over what was written and sealed in the envelope addressed to her friend. Along with that letter was a card that she had filled out with an apology to Tricia's parents.
     
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“How was practice?” Erika's dad greeted her as she opened the truck door.

“Fine. Tiring.” Erika pulled herself into the truck and sat down.

“Bye Erika.” Melinda waved.

Erika waved back.

“Who's that?” her dad asked.

“Melinda. She's the head cheerleader.”

Mr. Martin started up the truck and pulled out of the school parking lot. “I had another talk with your mother this afternoon.”

“Yeah?”

“I think she is worried that you are just in a passing phase of this whole gender identity thing. I have my own concerns as well.” he stated, “This is a very important move to make and one not to be taken lightly. It's difficult to say 'hey, I'm a girl now' changing up everyone's lives and then decide a few months or even a year or two later to change your mind and say “Ooops I've decided that I'm really a boy after all'.”

“I know,” Erika stared out the front of the truck, “I've been thinking a lot about it as well. Dr. Barts has my mind so tied up with things that I need to think about that. So much is going on that I think my head is going to burst.”

Mr. Martin nodded. “How far are you thinking of taking this? Are you thinking of taking hormones? Have surgery, or several surgeries?”

“I'm not sure yet.” Erika admitted. “I am still getting to know who I am. I think that over the last few years that I suppressed a lot of me; you know, with dealing with Summer's death, and being picked on at school, not having any friends and stuff.”

Her father nodded.

“As this, as me, Erika, I feel much more alive, more comfortable with who and what I am.” she paused. “I feel more confident and sure of myself as Erika. I don't feel like I'm hiding.”

She looked at her dad, who nodded.

“Well, I'm hiding that I am a boy, but personality-wise I feel like I'm not hiding.”

The two drove in silence for a bit.

“Dad?” she asked.

“Yes?”

“I was wondering if it would okay to build a rope course in our back yard.”

“A what?”

“A rope course. We have those two tall fir trees back there, and if we can use some anchor bolts we can also tie it into the house, it would be great.”

“Where is this all coming from?” her father asked.

“Well when I was at camp we had this rope obstacle course, and I was really good at it. I helped Skyler take it down and he explained to me how to build one. It would be really cool to mess around on, especially since I'm grounded.”

“That is something I'll have to talk to your mother about. Sinking anchor bolts into the side of a house is not something to do lightly.”

“Oh.”

“Your mother and I have been talking for a while now about something, and I went down and put it into action this afternoon,” Her father glanced over at her. “You will be receiving an ATM card in the mail sometime next week.”

Erika looked at her father unsure of where this was going.

“The first of every month I will have an amount of money deposited into that account for you. It won't be much, but this way you will be able to do things and buy things without pestering your mother and I for cash all of the time.”

“Really?” Erika was excited. Part of her remembered the conversation she had with Pete just a few days ago. Was she becoming one of those whose parents just gave her a card to go nilly willy with?

“We will start with one hundred and fifty a month, but,” he cautioned, “You'll be using it to buy clothes and makeup with as well as your movies and music.”

One hundred and fifty a month? Erika thought to herself. Imagine what she and Samantha could do with that much at the thrift store!

“In light of your new predicament though, I have decided to deposit some additional money into your account so that you might be able to get some clothes and stuff so that you won't have to borrow from your friends.”

“Oh? Thank you Daddy!” Erika almost bounced in her seat.

“Just understand that once that allowance is gone, it is gone. We won't be giving you extra to bail you out. You need to learn financial responsibility.”

“I will Daddy. I mean, I understand.”

Her father looked at her with a funny smile.

“What?” she asked suddenly self conscious.

“I'm still getting used to the whole 'Daddy' thing is all.”

“Does it bother you? I can stop.”

“No, it's just going to take me a bit to get used to it.”

Erika smiled at her father. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her time with him over the past few days seemed like a dream. A dream that she didn't want to ever end.
 
 

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Mr. Martin pulled into Tricia's driveway. Erika shifted the flowers once again from one hand to the other. Mentally she skimmed over what was written and sealed in the envelope addressed to her friend. Along with that letter was a card that she had filled out with an apology to Tricia's parents.

“It's not going to deliver its self,” her dad stated as the engine idled.

“I know.” Erika took a deep breath and got out of the truck being careful not to crush or damage the flowers.

She walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. It all seemed so formal after having spent the past few weeks just walking into the house in the morning. Foot steps approached the door. She thought she could hear a brushing noise as someone leaned forward to look through the little peep hole. The handle turned and Mrs. Thompson opened the door.

“Tricia's not allowed to have visitors,” she stated.

“I know.” Erika bit her lower lip. “I just wanted to stop by. Could you give these to her for me?” she asked holding out the flowers with the letter tucked inside. “And I brought this by for you,” she added holding the card out for Mrs. Thompson. “I really am sorry about what took place last weekend.”

Mrs. Thompson smiled tight lipped. “Thank you,” she stated, “I'll make sure she gets these.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Thompson.” Erika backed up a step or two. “Would it also be okay if I got some of my clothes that Tricia has?” Erika asked.

“You have clothes here?” Mrs. Thompson asked.

“Yes, Tricia's been keeping them for me.”

“Oh, all right, but hurry up. I don't want you loitering, you hear?”

“Yes Ma'am.” Erika waved to her dad then disappeared into the house.

Tricia appeared as Erika made it half way up the stairs.

“I'm here-”

“I heard.” Tricia cut her off. “Do you have anything to put them in?”

Erika shook her head, “I didn't think your mother would allow me in.”

“I'll grab my suitcase. Just bring it back tomorrow.” Tricia led Erika into Leeza's room and opened the closet doors.

“Thanks.”

She and Tricia hurridly stuffed clothes and shoes into the suitcase.

“Thank you again, Mrs. Thomson," Erika said pulling the suitcase after her as she walked back to her dad waiting in the truck.

She witnessed her father waving to Tricia's mother as she rounded the truck.

“That wasn't so bad was it?” her father asked as he backed the truck up.

“No. Thanks for the idea and for the ride, Dad.”

Her father nodded.
 
 
When Erika got home she went up to her room and got on the net to check her email.
 
 
     Hey there girlfriend,

How are things going with you? You are on the cheer squad? That is awesome! How are you keeping that a secret from your parents? How is Samantha and Krystal doing? I don't hear much from them, I guess they're too busy for little ole me. ;)

Derek and are are still doing wonderful. Homecoming is coming up. And guess who asked me to his dance? As if you had to guess. I'm so excited. Mom is making me a dress. I think she is excited too. Derek and a few friends have all pitched in to get a limo for the night, isn't that cool? Can you picture it, Me in my gorgeous dress stepping out of a limo as if on the red carpet?

Anyway, just wanted to drop you a line. What's going on with you?

     Dani
 
 
Erika looked at her phone. She was hoping Tricia would call her, even if it was just to say that she got the flowers and letter. She sighed and wrote Dani a reply and told her about the party, and then having to confront her parents. She told her how she was delighted that her father was so taking this whole thing the right way.

She picked up her phone, checked to make sure that the volume was on and that the battery was at full power then set it back down.
 
 
     Hey there, Wannabe

So half of the Columbine girls are cheerleaders now, huh? Wow, who'd ever think that you of all people would turn out to be a cheerleader? Not bad for having worn your first skirt last summer. :) How is Krystal doing with her weight? Is she still dieting even though she is working out more?

Things here are same old same old. Not much changes here. Dad finds excuses to be gone so that he doesn't have to deal with me. I think he's going to Rio next, I wish he would take me with him. Rio is supposed to have the best looking guys in the world. I heard that down there Everyone does plastic surgery, even the guys. The beaches are supposed to be great too.

So do you think you might find yourself back at Camp Kumoni? It would be great if we could all get the same cabin again. Think of all the fun we could have. lol.

Keep me in the loop,

     Rachel
 
 
Erika shot a similar email off to her gruff friend before pulling up her latest drawing and working on it. It was almost finished and she was way over due to posting a comic. She finished just before bedtime and posted it, flagging several fans' emails to let them know that it had been updated.

She almost jumped across the room when her phone rang. She snatched it up, “Hello?”

“Hey Erika,”

It was Samantha.

“Oh, hi.” she sounded subdued.

“Whoa, sorry.” Samantha stated.

“No, it's just that I've been hoping Tricia would call,” Erika explained what she and her father had done.

“Oh, well, I just called to say that because we don't have to stop for you to get changed, that I'll be stopping by a little later in the morning.

“Oh, that's right. I get to sleep in a little. I'll have to change my alarm.”

“Do you want me to call Tricia?” Samantha offered.

“No. My dad told me to let her make the next move.”

“Oh, okay, well, I'll see you in the morning.”

Erika hung hung up and went into the bathroom, taking her phone with her, to get ready for bed.
 
 

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“There's a bagel and some O.J. In the kitchen for you,” Erika's mother said poking her head in her room.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

Erika finished putting her mascara on and stood back to check herself in the mirror. She picked up some lip gloss and finished off her lips before slipping her shoes on and heading down stairs.

The bagel had already been toasted and was starting to cool. She smeared some cream cheese on it, and began tearing into it.

It had been strange being able to sleep in a little, and it was only a little. She still needed time to get ready. She always felt a bit rushed at Tricia's.

She was just finishing up when the familiar knock came at the door.

“Bye, Mom!” she called. She downed the rest of her orange juice, scooped up her duffel and greeted Samantha at the door.

“Oh, it's cold out here.” Erika noted as the door closed behind her.

“We need to hurry, it looks like it's going to rain,” Samantha warned. “I can't wait to get my license.”

“Neither can I.”

“Do you have an umbrella?” Samantha asked showing the handle of hers sticking out of her duffel.

“Looks like I'm going to have to buy one.”

Erika paused at the driveway as Samantha continued up to Tricia's door.

Samantha turned around, “Aren't you coming?”

“I'll wait here for you, I don't want to impose until Tricia is ready.” Erika stated.

Samantha shrugged and continued to the door.

“Thank you for the flowers,” Tricia greeted with a shy smile, “and the letter.”

“You're welcome.” Erika shrugged.

Tricia wrapped Erika in a big hug, “You've almost won my mother back over with the card too. She was very impressed. Was it your mother's idea?”

“No, My mom and I aren't really talking much right now.”

“Oh. Well, my mom thought the card was a nice touch.”

“I truly am sorry.”

“I know,” Tricia pulled back. “I'm partially upset with myself too. I should have called my mom as soon as I saw how drunk you were.”

“Well, we can't do much about that now.” Erika offered.

“No. I put the flowers in a vase on my dresser. How did you know I like pink?” she grinned.

“I wonder.” Erika rolled her eyes.

“Okay, are you two done making up now?” Samantha interrupted.

“Yes.” Erika and Tricia said together then giggled.

“So tell me about everything that I've missed.” Tricia looked to her friend.

Erika began detailing the past few days and the plans for the next week or so.
 
 

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To Be Continued...



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