Norwegian Wood
It’s the end of the school day, and Schroeder is so tired he feels like he might as well jump onto the road and wait for a car to a kill him just so he can have some rest. He stands in the freezing cold. His palms feel like mush as they rest in the pockets of his velvety jacket. He waits and waits. By this time both Patty and Marcie have left, so he has no one to talk to except Charlie Brown.
“So- you’re going to the party, right?” He asks. Schroeder nods. “I know this kind of a random question but he fidgets with his hands and sweat begins to form into icicles do you still play the piano?” Charlie questions. The air is thick Schroeder doesn’t know whether he should tell him the truth or just lie. “If only Lucy were here… She’d shut him up and say he’s asking a stupid question..” he thinks.
“Uhm- yeah- I do actually.” He lied. As he lied he felt like his silken jacket had turned into a torture device and his pants had become barbed. He was used to lying to Lucy. It was in the name of modeling Beethoven’s life and not showing any reciprocation for her feelings, but this was different. “Cool.. Oh! -Charlie’s parent’s car arrives- I’ve got to go! See you at 10!!” Charlie exclaimed as he ran to his parent’s car. Schroeder was too high to react quick enough to say goodbye. (Peppermint Patty had given him another weed gummy during lunch) And so, Schroeder was all alone now. Hours began to pass. From 4 to 5 to 5:30. Eventually Schroeder just accepted the fact that his mom wasn’t going to arrive any time soon. So he walked to his house, alone.