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MY LAST ENTRY [Sep. 11th, 2006|10:52 am]
timeformyself
If we succeed in finding the missing Mavin we are going to go back together right then. If that hapens, chances are this blog won't exist anymore so sorry, no more entries after this.

That's too bad too because I bet whatever happens after that will be quite an adventure. The kind of stuff that makes for great reading, but 'them's the breaks' as my grandpa used to say.

Airy knew that Mavin was real. He and Airy talked about it. He said he couldn't stay, that it wasn't his life, it was mine. That he read my entries from Airy's house and knew he had to make me think he was faking so that he could leave without us stopping him.

If he's me I'm glad. I'd like to be good like that, I just didn't think I was, but now that I see that he is, maybe I am.

Its almost 11:00 in the morning and we haven't left yet. The two new Mavins and Airy are in my room. I'm not sure what my mom and Airy's mom are doing but they are doing something to get ready for this big search.

Hold on a second, one of the New Mavins is saying something to me. BRB.

OK, so The Mavin who looks exactly like me just said that since we are going to split up it would be a good idea for both groups to bring cell phones and make sure they have full charges so that we can stay in contact. The other Mavin agreed right away, saying that this was a great idea.

"What's a cell phone?" I asked them, and they both just looked at me.

"Come on, what?" I asked, "What's a cell phone?"
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TIME TO GO [Sep. 11th, 2006|08:02 am]
timeformyself
Its Monday morning, a school day, and my bus left without me a little while ago.

Mom woke me up a little after one in the morning. She said we had company. I got dressed and came downstairs to find two boys sitting on our livingroom sofa, one that looked kind of like me, the other that looked exactly like me.

"Mavin, this is Mavin and Mavin." My mom said.

I wiped my eyes on my shirt and looked at them. One said hello with my voice.

The Mavin who looked exactly like me told me that he had gone back in time and messed up history, came back to the present and met the Mavin that looked kind of like me and, with Professor Dimeter's help, had gone back together to an hour earlier to try to keep him from making the change. That they just got back and here we are in yet another timeline with yet third Mavin.

"There's a fourth too." I told them.

You can image the looks we all exchanged.

"He left yesterday. I didn't believe him." I said.

"We have to find him." One of the new Mavins said.

"Yes, and all go back together to try to fix this mess right." The other said.

"But if you set things right none of you will exist." My mom protested.

"Professor Dimeter says that we all will. That the essence of who we are is divided up in each of us, like we are all diluted versions of ourselves. If we fix it right we will all be intigrated back into ourselves, but we all need to go back together to do it." The Mavin who looked exactly like me said.

"You know how to go back?" I asked.

"Yes, we can go back as many times as we need to until we get it right, but first we have to find that fourth Mavin." The Mavin who looks kind of like me said.

My mom called Airy's mom and we're getting ready to go find The King of Spain, mom driving her car, Airy's mom driving hers. Airy is coming too, of course.

Mom wanted me to change into clothes that match so I came back to my room and I'm doing this quick update before we head out to search.

I got a minute or two alone with the two new Mavins when my mom left to call Airy's mom and I just asked them right out.

"Are you gay?" I asked both of them.

The one who looks exactly like me said he was pretty confidently at the same time the other said, "No!" Defensively. After he heard yes though, and heard me say that I was too, he took it back.

"Well, don't know, maybe, I guess so, yeah. I think I really am." He said.
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(no subject) [Sep. 10th, 2006|09:14 pm]
timeformyself
The King of Spain left Airy's house about the same time I left my room and we met in the street between our two houses. I started talking to him but he kept walking to my house and I had to follow.

"Who are you?" I asked him.

"I'm you." He said.

"Yeah, I heard that one already. You aren't me. Who are you really?" I demanded.

"What's your problem?" He asked as he opened the front door and walked into our livingroom.

"You must think we are so stupid." I said.

He stoped, turned around and stared at me. I waited for him to say something, but I guess the stare was is turn in the conversation.

"Everything you know about me, about Professor Dimeter, about my mom, you could have gotten it all from the internet." I said.

"Could have, that's some proof." He said.

"Its pretty unlikely you could know how to use Instant Message the first time you ever saw it." I added.

"Unlikely, not impossible. Where's your proof?" He answered.

I was gettng mad the whole time but now I was really mad. I shouldn't have to proove I'm right to him. He knows I'm right. Sometimes when I get mad things just spurt out of my mouth that I don't really want to say. Like right then.

I yelled, "If you're me, why aren't you gay?"

We both took a breath and held it. His eyes got wider and his mouth kind of turned into a zero.

"What are you going to do?" He asked.

"What are you going to do?" I asked back.

"If you'll let me, I'll leave." He said.

"I think that's a good idea." I said.

Then I added, "Before my mom gets back from the store and I don't want to see you again ever."

"OK." He said, as if it were nothing. As if I was doing something hurtful to him and all he could do was take it. I hated that. There was no reason I should have felt guilty, hell, he was lucky I wasn't having him arrested.

I went back to my room and closed the door. I looked at a book but didn't read it. I meant to, but I was listening for him walking around, getting his things and going out the door.

When I was listening I thought for sure he was taking valuables. There are plenty of them in the house. Figures and silverware and all kinds of stuff, but I checked after he left and nothing was gone but him and his stuff, not even a CD.

After I was sure he was gone I went back over to Airy's house.

Airy's mom answered the door.

"Airianna is upstairs in her room." Her mom said.

I'd know Airy for years but I never really new her. I mean, I never knew until right then that her name was Airianna. Her parents are kind of hippie, I thought they named her Airy.

I knocked on Airy's door and then walked in. She looked pretty sad.

"He's gone." I said.

"I know." She answered.

"He wasn't who he said he was." I said.

"I know what he was." She said.

"Did he say anything about me?" I asked.

"Like what?" She asked back.

"Nothing, nevermind." I said.

She came over and hugged me, sniffing like she'd been crying but wouldn't cry in front of me.

"I'm going to miss him." She said.

"I know. I'll miss hm in a way too." I confessed.

From Airy's windows I saw my mom's car pull around the corner. I left Airy to get back into my house before Mom pulled into the driveway.

I told her that Mavin was gone but I didn't tell her why, I just said he had his reasons.

Then Mom was sad too.

I made myself a bowl of Life cereal for dinner and now I think I'm going to turn in. You know, just go to sleep early. After I finish this entry that is.

I've been unsure about it for a while. Really I think, since I was eight or nine. I've been getting a little surer as time went on but I didn't want to think about it so I didn't. I'm sure now. I've only told one person and its a person I don't know and won't ever see again, but I kind of feel good about knowing, like its not the bad thing I thought it would be. I'm OK with being gay. What I'm not happy about is being right about The King of Spain.

The truth is, I wanted his story to be true.
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"I'M TELLING YOU, I WAS THE KING OF SPAIN" [Sep. 10th, 2006|10:04 am]
timeformyself
I spent the morning going over my back blog entries. Everything Mavin knew about me and my life he could have gotten from my Blog. The music I like, the things I'm into, My Hotspur t-shirt, my jokes, the college I'm going to and the professor I'll be interning for. Its all there.

Not only that but Professor Dimeter has a blog too. I surfed around and found it. He writes about his childhood interest in time travel.

I'm not calling him Mavin anymore. As of now he goes back to being The King of Spain!

He is at Airy's house right now and I'm going over there right now to confront him.
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LOL [Sep. 9th, 2006|10:28 pm]
timeformyself
This afternoon Mavin is looking over my shoulder while I'm net searching and Airy IM's me. I start Instant Messaging back and forth with her and she's talking about him, asking silly questions like how he wakes up in the morning, nothing important, you know. But then he gets on and starts answering her and I'm thinking right away that he's pretty good at using Instant Message for someone who grew up without it existing.

That's not all.

He writes, "LOL" to her.

I ask him about it too.

"How do you know what LOL means?" I ask him.

"I don't know," He says, fidgeting, "I must have picked it up somewhere."

But where was he going to pick up netspeak?

You tell me if I should be suspicious. None of us ever saw him before a few days ago and now he's my brother and my mom is going to pay for his college and when my mom dies I'm splitting my inheritance with him. What if his whole story is fake?
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ONE MAVIN TOO MANY [Sep. 7th, 2006|07:42 pm]
timeformyself
The reason I didn't make an entry yesterday was that I had to much homework to do to make up the days I missed last week. It took me hours and I was doing more of it on the school bus this morning.

When I was in tenth grade it was so easy, but I skipped eleventh and twelfth has been too hard. I'm working harder than anyone else at school and can't keep up with it. I hate to say it but I think skipping was a mistake this time.

Mom says they just make it tough at first and it will be easier in a few weeks. That I should stick it out. I hope she's right but I don't think she is.

While I've been at school mom has been getting Mavin legal in this timeline. A Social Security number, a birth certificate, an appointment to take a test that show's he shouldn't go to high school and should go right to college. All that stuff.

She even changed her will and life insurance policy so that if anything happens to her he and I will split everything. I don't want to be selfish but I guess I am. This is my history and my timeline. I don't want to share my mom with him, my friends with him, and now my inheritence with him. Its not fair.

He's nicer than me, smarter than me, cooler than me, more fun, everyone likes him better than they like me. All around he's better at being me than I am and I want him gone.
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(no subject) [Sep. 5th, 2006|10:52 pm]
timeformyself
[music |dead silence]

Everyone who talks to Mavin wants to know what's different and what's the same. Its practically the only conversation.

After that, that's all we talk about to each other.

There never was a Mommas and the Poppas or a Loving Spoonful because the Mugwumps stayed together and had a hundred hit songs. Cass Eliot was still alive and had an acting career as well as being a singing star.

The longest running sitcom on television was Different Strokes. It had 8 years on NBC, came back after a year on ABC and ran another 5 years only ending when the actress who played Kimberly died in some kind of drug thing. Ten years later the show came back on NBC. This time, 30 year old Arnold Jackson, a swinging, wealthy bachelor, raises his sister's two white daughters after Kimberly is killed in a car accident. A Black dad to young white girls was just as shocking in the 1990's as a white dad to two black kids was in the 1970's. People ate it up. Plus,every time people thought Gary Coleman was finished he bounced back, redefining the character of Arnold as they both aged.

Wayne Brady hosted the Oscars as far back as anyone can remember.

No one ever heard of Adam Sandler, Mary Kate and Ashley Olson or Pringles.

I am so sick of comparing what now used to be to what now is now.

Oh, right, and Airy and Mavin were a couple and were in love again. I'm him, right? Only in this timeline I was born two years later. So Supposedly if he hadn't showed up Airy and I would have gotten together. I know there's no way that was going to happen. No way.

So I've got to go to school tomorrow. Mom's taking the day off. She's taking care of some important things she says, with Mavin. I asked what but she said it was nothing I needed to worry about.

This other Mavin has just walked in and taken my life away. My mom and Airy too. I don't care if he is me in two years, I don't like him.
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UNFAIR FAIR DAY [Sep. 4th, 2006|01:14 am]
timeformyself
[music |The Mighty Mighty Bosstones - Royal Oil]

We went to the New York State Fair yesterday. I thought we had missed Foreigner on Saturday but it turned out they were playing on Sunday. Both Airy's mom and my mom were hyped up about it. My half-self and I cracked a few jokes but nothing that made anyone laugh.

Airy's dad didn't go but told us to have a good time and gave Airy some extra money on the way out the door along with a lecture. He was holding onto the money in her hand as if it was a part of her saying, "And you know that sideshows exploit people with disabilities and perpetuate negative stereotypes."

"I know, dad, I won't patronize the side shows." Airy assured.

"And you know that the dairy industry is responsible for..."

"I know, dad." She inturrupted.

It took us ten minutes to get out of there.

My mom drove, she introduced Mavin to Airy's mother as her Nephew.

"Really? I thought he was your sonm from an alternate time reality." Airy's mom said.

"Oh, goodness, what an imagination." My mother said flustered.

"Isn't it true?" Airy's mom asked.

"Yes, it is, but I didn't think you'd believe it." My mom admitted.

"Well, it is quite a tale, but he seems to know things he couldn't possibly know any other way so I believe him."

They might have gone on talking about Mavin the whole trip but my mom stopped at Fast Track for some fountain drinks for the trip. Its a little over an hour and I guess mom wanted to make sure we'd take two hours getting there by having us all need a bathroom break on route.

It started and stopped raining the whole trip there. Every time it started we asked if we shouldn't turn back and every time mom insisted it would clear up. Actually, it only rained on us a couple of times while we were there and not for very long either time.

We got some money and seperated from the moms right away. Practially the first thing Airy went into was the World's Smallest Woman. She saw the Snake Girl too and every other sideshow she could find.

I just looked at her, I didn't say anything and she said, "If you tell my dad I'll brain you." Shaking a little first at me.

The three of us soon became the two of them plus me. Airy and Mavin held hands, went on rides together, shared fried dough covered with cherries and kissed in the haunted house.

When we passed the Llamas Airy asked, "What do you do with a Llama? Do you eat them? Do they make Llama burgers? Do they pull a plough, what?" She was setting me up for my joke.

Mavin jumped right in, "They use the wool to make dolls, they call them Llama Dollies."

I couldn't believe it! He said my joke and worse than that, Airy laughed.

The first time we went to the State Fair together Airy said what she said this time, only she meant it, and I said about the Llama Dollies and everyone cracked up. Since then, every year we went Airy would say it and I'd give the same answer and we'd crack up again. As soon as she said her part I thought, 'finally, she's paying attention to me.'

"That's my joke!" I said loudly.

"What are you talking about, I just made it up." Mavin answered.

Of course he did, because he is me. The me that was supposed to exist and I'm the mistake.

I was mad after that but I didn't want them to know. Its not like it was their fault, but it wasn't fun to be there with people but not really with them.

Inside a building Mavin tried to put Airy inside a giant soap bubble. I thought I'd just ditch them for a while and have some fun. I made it all the way to the Pan African Village but Mavin caught up to me.

"Hey, Mom said we should all stay together." He said.

"She's not your mom, and Airy is my friend, not yours!" I said.

"Oh, man. Hey, I'm sorry, you had a thing for her. Hey, look, no girl should come between us, I don't have to date her."

"I don't care what you to have with each other, you go knock yourself out." I said.

"Yes you do, come on, admit it. You like her." Mavin pushed.

"She's not my type." I insisted.

"Get off it, she's blond, beautiful, shapely, she's everyone's type." Mavin went on.

I sighed and shook my head.

"Believe me, she's not my type." I said.

"Then what's your problem?" Mavin asked.

"My problem is..." And then I had to think about it because I hadn't really thought about it before.

"My problem is that I don't have a lot of friends and I need the ones I have. IF you are at the fair with me then be with me. If you are at the fair with her than let me walk around on my own and enjoy it." I said.

"You really won't mind if Airy and I spent some time together, just the two of us?" He asked.

"Of course not." I lied.

So then I was on my own for all of ten minutes. Just long enough to go inside the Hall of Progress and play with the markers one of the venders had for sale.

Around the next corner I ran right into my mom and Airy's mom. They asked where Airy and the other Mavin were. I said I lost them and that meant that I was with the grown ups for the rest of the fair including an hour and a half of Foreigner being Hot Blooded and all that old stuff.

We went into the petting zoo and fed carrot sticks to animals which I never would have done on my own. The moms wouldn't have done it on their own either, but they thought that was the kind of thing a 14 year old boy wants to do so there you go.

The best fun I had was when the three of us went to the bathroom. As always, there was no line for the men's room side and a very long one for the ladie's room. I came out after I was done and the moms had hardly advanced at all on their line for the ladie's room.

"You're done already?" Mom asked.

"Well sure," I said, walking into the doorway of the men's room.

"Its ready whenever I need it. I can go in, I can come out, I can go on, I can come out." I said while stepping in and out of the men's room doorway. It didn't just annoy the moms, it made some of the women in the line really mad.

I don't like to admit it, but the truth is, when I'm upset about something, it is kind of fun to just make people mad.

It took a good half an hour to reconnect with Airy and Mavin when we wanted to leave. They were making out in the bleachers of the sea lion show.

He wanted to give me details but I didn't want to hear it.

Tomorrow is a holiday and I can't believe it but I'm sorry I won't be going to school.
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(no subject) [Sep. 3rd, 2006|01:03 am]
timeformyself
You can thank my friend Airy for all of the history in this post. She lives pretty close to me and we are pretty good friends. Hi Airy! (She reads my blog) Anyway. We were at her house for a couple of hours today and she kept asking questions about the past and stuff.

His, 'the past' I mean. How things were now before he went back in time and changed things by planted two stupid trees.

We checked. No trees ever grew on that spot in recorded history. Mavin planted two trees that did not grow and that changed everything that changed. That made the internet get invented, that kept Wendy's from inventing orange Frosty, that made my favorite unknown band a big hit and what else?

Airy mentioned the OJ Trial and Mavin had no idea what she was talking about. She explained and Mavin said, "Oh, that. They arrested OJ for that?"

Originally, Mark Furman was arrested for the murder rght away. He confessed, was convicted, and sent to prison. It was a story but it wasn't a big story. The guy was a police officer who handled the case when Nicole Simpson filed abuse charges against OJ, who was her ex husband. The cop fell for her big time and came over often to check on her, fllow up, get closer to her, all that stuff.

Even though she and OJ didn't get along and had big ugly fights, she still loved him and wouldn't date anyone else. That made the cop furious at OJ and at her. He killed her and tried to make it look like OJ did it, but OJ was on a plane at the time. The cops weren't stupid, they figured out it was Furman pretty fast and arrested him.

"Cops are stupid in this world." Airy said.

I didn't agree but I didn't want t argue with Airy. She's a year older than me and bigger and, well, she's pinned me down and tickled me until I took things back before. Her parents are peace activists and don't think the police are always on the side of good. The whole family are pacifists and she's really serious about it. She'll beat you up good if you say anything bad about pacifism.

"What about Ronald Goldman?" I asked.

The first time around the murder happened a little later. Only Nicole was killed.

That's not the big thing.

We had plenty of time hanging out together. We were all going to go to the New York State Fair today but it rained. I was kind of glad about it because my mom and Airy's mom would have made us sit through a washed up old hasbeen band that they liked whe they were kids called Foreigner.

Blech!

Sometimes my mom gets into a weird mood, has a couple of drinks, puts that stuff on her old record player loud enoug to be heard over the vacuum cleaner and cleans the carpets for an hour. She goes back over the same spots two or three times just to keep listening to it.

There are differences in my music and his, but all the stuff my mom liked, his mom liked too. Foreigner, Foghat, Journey, Rush, Styx, Genesis. Like said, Blech!

The big thing though is George Bush. In Mavin's now he's known as the killer president because he was elected president and got impeached and went to jail.

Here's what Mavin said happened:

When John F Kennedy was running for president he knew that the people were not going to elect a young liberal Catholic without somehow evening things out. What he did was he picked Lyndon Johnson to be his running mate. Johnson was old, conservative, and appealed to everyone who didn't like Kennedy. It wa a good strategy that really worked but had a big flaw.

Johnson hated Kennedy and wanted to be president himself. Once in office Kennedy made sure that Johnson had no power to do anything. He wasn't included in anything important at all. It drove him ape.

Johnson used his respect and influence to convince the CIA and the FBI that Kennedy was a Communist spy who had scammed his way into the presidency in order to turn the country over to Russia. He had tons of proof too, all of it fabricated, but very convincing.

It was decided that public exposure would undermine the office and weaken the country, so the CIA set up the assassination insstead, and Lee Harvy Oswald was the patsy who would take the fall for it.

The CIA opporative who would head the mission was George Bush. But Bush was a smart guy. He taped secret planning meetings and saved them to use after it was all over. Then he blackmailed President Johnson and the heads of the FBI and CIA.

He used his power over them to build more power. In short order he had something on just about everyone he might need and they all did his bidding. As well as the threat of exposure if they failed him, Bush rewarded their successes with wealth and power.

After being vice president for eight years with Ronald Ragean, in 1990 he was elected president and then his son George Jr. went to the press and gave them everything.

He told the Washington Star that if he didn't take a stand then, he was afraid he would end up just like his father.

Airy told Mavin how bad she thought George W Bush was. That he was the president and that thousands of people were dying in the Middle East because of him, and a bunch of other stuff about the poor and privacy and freedom that I don't really get. In our history, George Jr. never rated out his father, everyone still things Lee Harvy Oswald killed John F Kennedy, and George Jr. is the president now.

Mavin told us that two weeks ago Edward Asner was the president. He had been a movie star and he was very liberal. He was trying to get the East Germans to take down the Berlin Wall and reunite Germany and was negotiating with Palestine to allow the remaining refugees of the former country of Israel to come to America.

Mom called over to Airy's house at dinner time to have us come back. We asked to eat there and sleep over but mom said no because she had already roasted a chicken.

When we were going to leave something really weird happened. I said goodbye to Airy and she said, "Yeah, bye." Like that. Kind of like we always do. Then Mavin and Airy said goodbye.

"See you tomorrow?" Mavin asked.

"Yeah." Airy replied, smiling and bobbng her head a little bit.

I was walking ahead but stopped because Mavin wasn't right next to me like he should have been. I mean, how long does it take to say goodbye?

"That'll be nice." Mavin said to her.

"Yeah, it really will." Airy said, smiling.

Oh, what the heck? I said to myself.

Mavin reached out and took the tips of Airy's fingers.

"Bye for now, then." He said.

"Yeah." She said.

Then they leaned into each other and kissed.


When Mavin caught up to me I groaned at him.

"When you are a little older you'll understand." He said to me.

"Yeah, right." I said, knowing better.
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APPLES ARE BETTER THAN ORANGES [Sep. 2nd, 2006|12:59 am]
timeformyself
Professor Dimeter never took time travel seriously, never believed that it was actually possible, certainly never tried to make it a reality. At least not in the reality I live in.

He was fascinated by time travel stories when he was a child and those fantasy stories may have been what drew him to physics, but that's all there ever was to that.

He was pretty useless to Mavin. He can't help him go back and fix the damage he had done and thought Mavin needed a psychiatrist because time travel is physically impossible.

"You didn't believe that before I changed history." Mavin said.

"I seriously doubt that." Professor Dimeter replied.

That was the whole thing.

On the way back to my house we stopped at Wendy's for lunch. He ordered French Onion Soup and an orange frosty. The counter girl told him the French Onion soup was a limited time promotion and over a year ago, and that the only frosty choices were Chocolate and Vanilla.

Mavin looked devistated.

"How can you not have orange Frosties anymore?" he asked me as if I were responsible for my timeline.

"Well, we would have had them but someone planted a couple extra trees in Dallas over a hundred years ago and that blew the whole thing." I said back at him.

Mom looked upset too, and the loss of a favorite food isn't enough to trouble her. While we ate I tried to think about what was going on and what could be bad enough to get my mom upset. When we were down to a few cold fries the thought hit me.

I asked Mavin, "If you did get back in time and corrected the damage to the timeline you did, what would happen to me?"

Cold Wendy's french fries aren't the best without a sinking feeling in your belly. With one, forget it. We didn't eat another after that.

"You could come with me." He suggested.

"And come back to a world that doesn't know me?" I asked.

He made a face at me.

"No way." I added.

"Your dad would still be alive." I said.

"Not my dad, your dad."

Then my mom spoke up.

"It doesn't matter though because you can't. Our Marcus Dimeter never invented time travel and you don't know enough of what your Marcus Dimeter invented to recreate it. I'm sorry son, but you are stuck here."

Mavin looked like he was going to cry.

Right away my mom felt bad about how bluntly she spoke.

"What will happen to me?" Mavin eeked out, his voice cracking.

"You can stay with us." My mom offered.

"As what? You don't even know me." He sniffled.

It was my sniffle. I swear, I sound just like that when I'm trying not to cry.

There was an akward moment of silence that lasted too long. Once a kid in school killed himself. I didn't know the kid but we had an assembly and there was a long, akward moment of silence then. It was like that only longer.

"You are my son." My mom said.

"What?" I yelled, knocking over my soda cup, which, thankfully, only had ice left in it.

"You are my son too." My mom assured me.

"But I'm not your son. You didn't raise me, you don't even know me." Mavin protested.

"You aren't fully raised yet and I'll get to know you." My mom insisted.

When my mom insists on something you can argue with her if you want to give your jaw muscles a workout, but that's all you'll be doing. We both knew it so we didn't say another thing about it.

The rest of the day we spent in my room looking through my CDs and catching each other up on the bands we liked and didn't like. For the most part we liked the same things. At one point he said he liked something when he was 14 but grew out of it.

"Well, if I'm not going to like it soon Imight as well toss it now." I said and pitched it in the trash.

He fished it out saying, "Are you crazy? If mom caught you thowing out something that could be donated to something."

We stared at each other a minute before he asked, "What?"

Then I told him about the Kirkland Art Center and how mom never lets me throw out an old book or CD because it can be donated to their annual book sale.

I hadn't ever heard of one of the bands Mavin mentioned to me that he liked.

"Maybe the never got together." Mavin said.

"One way to find out." I said and went for my computer.

He was fascinated.

"You have a database of every band in your computer?" He asked. I told him I didn't but I could search the internet.

The next three hours was spent showing him the internet, explaining how it worked, looking up its history for him. Of all the things that could have been different. My world has the internet, his has orange Frosties. I think my world got the better of the deal.

Mavin is asleep now and I'm pretty tired. Tomorrow is Saturday. No school. Its supposed to rain but if it doesn't we are going to the New York State Fair.
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