#5 Not What I Expected (12 page)

No one moved. I think everyone was too shocked. As much as we all roll our eyes every time Gaga gets up to speak, I think the idea of her getting old and not doing it was a whole lot less palatable. Plus, I couldn't imagine who could possibly replace her.

Gaga waited for a hand to go up, but none did. “If no one is going to step up to the plate, we're going to go around the room and everyone can say what they're thankful for this Thanksgiving.”

Uncle Dusty looked at his watch. I knew that meant he was ready to get this over with and go home. “I'm thankful for the delicious meal we just had,” he said.

“You almost puked when you ate the pie,” said Harry. Uncle Dusty ignored his son's comment and nodded at Uncle Drew like it was his turn.

“I'm thankful we can all be together as a family on Thanksgiving,” said Uncle Drew.

Gaga smiled at his response, and then she motioned to Aunt Lila who went next. As Gaga continued around the room and everyone said what they were thankful for, I stopped listening and started thinking about what I was going to say when it was my turn.

There were a few things on my list.

I'm thankful Mom's store is a success and that she and Dad don't have that to fight about anymore. For that matter, I'm thankful she opened the store period. If she hadn't, I wouldn't have met Leo.

I'm thankful (shockingly) that Gaga and Willie got married. If they hadn't, I never would have met Sophie. And even though I know it's hard for her that her parents are separated and I wish it wasn't the case, I'm thankful she and her mom came to Faraway.

I'm thankful Harry and I have gotten closer. I never thought we'd hang out or that I'd think of him as a friend. He always seemed dark and moody. But he's cool and loyal. I like knowing he's on my side.

I'm thankful Brynn supported me when she found out I was dancing the solo. I can't say it was the answer to all our troubles. But it felt nice to know, at least for the moment, that we're friends.

I'm definitely thankful I had the opportunity to dance the solo. I never dreamed I could do something like that. It's kind of cool and empowering knowing I did. Mostly, I'm just thankful I didn't screw it up.

“April, what are you thankful for?” When I heard Gaga's voice say my name, I snapped to it. Only problem: I wasn't sure what I wanted to say.

“April.”

I knew everyone was waiting on me. I decided to speak the truth.

“It's kind of a hard question to answer,” I said. “There are a lot of things I'm thankful for, and I can't pick just one.”

When I said that, Gaga looked at Willy and they both clapped. “What a fabulous answer,” said Gaga. Then she picked up a shopping bag and walked to where I was standing.

“The future of family toasting is in your capable hands,” she said to me. She pulled out a neon green T-shirt with the words FAMILY TOASTMASTER on the front and handed it to me. “Put it on,” she said.

“Gaga, this is weird,” I whispered in her ear. But she ignored my comment and tapped her foot like she was waiting for me to put on the shirt.

“April, this was a contest and you won,” she said once I'd slipped the T-shirt on over my sweater. Then she leaned over and pinned a blue ribbon on the front of it and asked Aunt Lilly to take our picture.

“You look like you just came from the state fair,” said Harry when she was done.

“Don't wear that T-shirt outside the diner,” said Amanda. “The color looks awful with your hair.” Then she paused. “Maybe you should bleach it.”

“The shirt or her hair?” asked Sophie. Then she threw an arm around me and started laughing, which made me laugh too.

It had a chain-reaction effect that rippled across the room. Pretty soon, everyone was laughing, and I'm not even sure why. But what I am sure about is that I'm thankful for my family. They're weird and annoying and inappropriate lots of the time.

But hey, they're mine.

About the Author

Laurie Friedman clearly remembers her first day of high school, when her dad wouldn't allow her at the breakfast table with hot rollers in her hair. She was certain that starting one of the most important phases of her life with bad hair was a terrible sign of things to come. As it turned out, high school was filled with lots of good days—and some bad—that had absolutely nothing to do with her hair.

Laurie Friedman is the author of the Mostly Miserable Life of April Sinclair series as well as the popular Mallory series and many picture books, most recently
Ruby Valentine and the Sweet Surprise
and
Birthday Rules
. A native Arkansan, she now lives in Miami, Florida, with her family and her adorable rescue dog, Riley. She visits schools around the country to talk to students about her books and to conduct writing workshops. You can find Laurie B. Friedman on Facebook or visit her on the web at
www.lauriebfriedman.com
.