Characters — Michele Pittard

Charlie Mad Dog Madson - Post #6 "Pearl the New Girl"

I wake up groggy with puffy, scratchy eyes, but thankful when I remember it’s Friday.

Michele PittardAugust 3, 2019Comment

Charlie Mad Dog Madson - Post #4 - "Dreams"

For the rest of the night, I hibernate in my room. I stay up super late watching baseball bloopers on YouTube.

Michele PittardJuly 1, 2019Comment

Charlie Mad Dog Madson Post #3 - "Jesus, Mary, and Joseph"

Breathing hard, I unlock the back door and drop my backpack in the laundry room. I feel like I might have a collapsed lung after sprinting all the way home from the train tracks. I’m not gonna lie. I am. Freaking. The. Hell. Out. I can handle hearing my own voice, but hearing Pete’s voice – that’s way, way, WAY different.

Michele PittardJune 2, 2019Comment

Charlie Mad Dog Madson Post #2 - "Come On, Freddie Mercury"

It was just Pete and me riding bikes home the day he died, almost three months ago now. The fact that John wasn’t with us might seem weird, but it wasn’t. Pete hung out with John and me a lot, especially over the summer. John hated having Pete tag along, but honestly I didn’t mind.

Michele PittardMay 4, 2019Comment

Charlie Mad Dog Madson Post #1 - "The Train Tracks"

Those damn train tracks. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. I cross them now – twice a day, five days a week – I hear the sound of my own stupid voice haunting me with, “Hey, Pete, wait up.”

Michele PittardApril 1, 2019Comment

Ruthie, Queen of the Late Bloomers Post #5 - Deny, Ignore, Avoid

If I weren’t still so mad that Miss Boyce called my mom last night to tell her what happened at the eighth grade graduation, I might actually be happy to see Grandma Elle this morning standing in our kitchen guzzling coffee and chomping on Wintergreen Lifesavers.

Michele PittardMarch 1, 2019 Comment

Ruthie, Queen of the Late Bloomers Post #4 - Breathing

The next thing I know I’m being hauled out of the gym by Miss Boyce, a special ed teacher. And by “hauled out of the gym” I mean with one arm around my waist and her hand cradling my left elbow, Miss Boyce is practically carrying me on her hip with my feet sluggishly drag-walking beside her.

Michele PittardFebruary 2, 2019Comment

Ruthie, Queen of the Late Bloomers Post #3 - The Last Day of 8th Grade

Eighth grade graduation is dumb. So is kindergarten graduation, but really eighth grade graduation is dumb.

Michele PittardJanuary 2, 2019Comment

Ruthie (from Queen of the Late Bloomers) Post #2 - "Social Suicide"

Ok, let’s get this straight. I realize I’m no party animal, but I didn’t think I was a complete social retard. For once, I’m thanking God Kelli’s at church camp because she’d kill me for going to Chrissy Fletcher’s party in the first place, and she’d kill me again for using the word retard.

Michele PittardSeptember 8, 2018Comment

Charlie (from Charlie "Mad Dog" Madson) Post #1 No-man's Land

The first time I heard Pete’s voice, honestly, I freaked out. I mean the kid’s been dead since July. So, it seems logical that Pete’s my main problem right now. And he is.

Michele PittardAugust 7, 2018Comment

Ruthie (from Queen of the Late Bloomers) Post #1 Timing Is Everything

My main problem this summer is convincing my best friend, Kelli Jenkins, we need to take serious action in our mission to becoming popular or else we risk starting high school as anonymous as we were in middle school.

Michele PittardJuly 27, 2018Comment

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