Sadie's Last Days on Earth Page #3

to do.

- Oh, I read, I get good grades,

but I also made out

with Paul last weekend!

Everyone saw. I got, like,

seven new followers on Sunday.

Come on!

Come have some fun!

- I have fun!

- Because we're not

minor niners anymore.

We could be great.

- We always have been great.

- B!

- Roberta banana!

Come on.

Well, I'm gonna be great.

You find new interests,

and disinterests.

- Hey.

Who?

I think that's out of

my cool range.

Plus, I'm kinda busy

with that bedroom Reno.

It's not a joke, Bren!

Why don't you come over

tomorrow and check it out?

Well, maybe's better than no.

Yeah.

'Kay, bye.

Different languages, and the

words have been put through

Google translate so many

times that their meaning

is completely lost.

So maybe right now,

Brennan doesn't want

anything to do with me.

But there's still

a lot to accomplish.

Ms. nickel,

my teacher I eat lunch

at the park near school with,

is showing me how to knit.

I'm supposed to call her Connie.

- Surprised you came to

me to learn how to knit.

Nothing says "Connie" like

boring, scratchy wool.

I like Connie,

but she makes me think

that maybe it's better

I don't grow up in this world.

She's engaged.

They both have good jobs,

but she seems lonely at school.

And her lunches are more

depressing than mine.

I've mastered everything

from Cornish game hens

to creme brle.

I figure being skilled

with a blowtorch

is a double whammy.

I also explored

survivalist cuisine.

I even skipped a class,

by an accidental sleep-in.

I hate this rickety bridge.

I'm gonna be home a bit late.

I got detention.

- Wow, that's great, so normal.

- What's normal?

- Sadie, sort of.

Maybe she'll even use

our abandoned pool.

- Yeah, so when

a 9.9 earthquake hits,

I can instantly drown.

- Chlorine's bad for your hair,

anyway, honey.

- Thanks, mom.

Well, this was very rewarding

family time,

but I gotta go.

See ya later.

But on the Richter scale

of my list,

I've barely felt a tremble.

I haven't gone to a party.

I don't venture anywhere

unnecessary.

- Sadie, I'm spinning at

mod night this weekend,

you've got to come,

you lonesome dove.

- 11 days to the Armageddon,

it's my last weekend

to get everything organized.

- Oh, don't be such a potato!

Say, do you cool cats

wanna twist your hips

this weekend?

- Is this gonna be, like,

weird music my dad listens to?

- Possibly.

- Okay, well, I'll, uh, make

sure to check my calendar.

- Blimey, as if your

doomsday paraphernalia

wasn't perfectly in check.

Alright, well your name's

at the door as always.

Nope, definitely haven't

kissed a boy.

- Toodle-pip.

Say, have you heard...

- And I don't

have my best friend back.

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