24th of July, 1893 - Generic outdoor party, brats not invited
Grown-ups were dumb. They were dumb because they had dumb rules, rules they didn’t even clearly spell out for anybody. They just expect you to know, how dumb is that!
For example, today there was a great big set-up in one of the courtyards between all the shops in the nicer part of town, the part where houses start getting bigger and if he wanders too far ladies in big skirts start staring at him. This part of town had strung up a bunch of colorful banners, and set up a bunch of tables and chairs, and had started to set out a bunch of things on those tables— plates of candies and snacks on colorful tablecloths, pints of stuff you aren’t supposed to drink if you’re not a grown-up (also dumb), that sort of thing.
Max was alone. He found that he preferred being alone, nowadays, primarily because life was awful and unfair and no one understands. But he does really like sweets, so that’s what he went off to enjoy— a tasty blueberry pie somebody left on the tables. How was he supposed to know he’s not supposed to have some?
It wasn’t just him, either. Some other kid was there too!
Anyway, an old lady with a big scary skirt started screaming the second she caught Max red handed taking the pie (well, technically, blue-handed). She brandished her wand. Pie still clutched near himself, he spun around and started to run before any spell could hit him. The other kid nearby looked startled by the screaming too, and they also knew like they knew where they were going— Max didn’t trust no stinking grown-ups but he did trust a kid that looks like they know stuff. So when the kid veered hard right through a narrow alley, he went after them.
For example, today there was a great big set-up in one of the courtyards between all the shops in the nicer part of town, the part where houses start getting bigger and if he wanders too far ladies in big skirts start staring at him. This part of town had strung up a bunch of colorful banners, and set up a bunch of tables and chairs, and had started to set out a bunch of things on those tables— plates of candies and snacks on colorful tablecloths, pints of stuff you aren’t supposed to drink if you’re not a grown-up (also dumb), that sort of thing.
Max was alone. He found that he preferred being alone, nowadays, primarily because life was awful and unfair and no one understands. But he does really like sweets, so that’s what he went off to enjoy— a tasty blueberry pie somebody left on the tables. How was he supposed to know he’s not supposed to have some?
It wasn’t just him, either. Some other kid was there too!
Anyway, an old lady with a big scary skirt started screaming the second she caught Max red handed taking the pie (well, technically, blue-handed). She brandished her wand. Pie still clutched near himself, he spun around and started to run before any spell could hit him. The other kid nearby looked startled by the screaming too, and they also knew like they knew where they were going— Max didn’t trust no stinking grown-ups but he did trust a kid that looks like they know stuff. So when the kid veered hard right through a narrow alley, he went after them.
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magical set by mj <3
~ Max was raised in Italy and talks with a bit of an Italian accent / misses some English vocab/slang.