6. Trampoline Days

 Orange got a boom box for her fifteenth birthday, which she took with her to Alison Booth's back yard. In the summer sunsets there was nothing better to do than hang out. They jumped on the trampoline with their long hair flying as they came down. They jumped in time with the music, singing.

That summer, the hottest song, What's Wrong With You? was playing every hour, and they loved it. The singer's voice was like an angry diva, and the two girls punched the air as they got to the top of their arcs.

What's wrong with you
(a looking in the mirror song)
by Candy Chatellaine

I do not respect
your intellect
and I wonder why you do

is it too much to ask
that you show a little tact
when you choose the way to act

you shove words in my face
you say it's fact
black is white, white is black
and I get off track

what's  your deal--are you for real?
Or just putting on the fool?
I do what I do, to put up with you, 
when you're acting like a tool

why oh why do I stay so long
and not say so-long? 

too much to rearrange,
too much pain
something's got to change

I can't reach you
what's wrong with me
what's wrong with you

(suggested song sound
I do not own the rights to this and am using it without permission
Vamos Comaneros
Harmonia & Eno 76)



Jody hated that song with a passion, but Alison sang along with Orange, even though both of them knew it wasn't Christlike to sing something like that. In the backyard, they could do, say, or sing, anything they wanted. 

The hot sun made them thirsty. So, of course they needed to go get a soda.

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