Better Than Weird


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In this stand-alone sequel to The Mealworm Diaries, Aaron is anxiously waiting for his father to return for the first time since Aaron's mother's death eight years earlier. Aaron works hard with a counselor at school, but he still has problems getting along with and understanding other kids, and he's worried that his dad will think he's weird. As well as having to confront Tufan, the class bully, Aaron must find ways to cope with the fact that his dad now has a pregnant wife and his beloved Gran needs surgery. In the end, his greatest strength is not his intelligence or his sense of humor, but the openness and warmth of his heart.



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Published 01 March 2011
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Copyright © 2011 Anna Āerz
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Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication Āerz, Anna, 1947-Better than weird / Anna Āerz.
Issued also in electronic format. ISBN 978-1-55469-362-7
I. Title. PS8621E79B48 2011 JC813’.6 C2010-907944-2
First published in the United States, 2011 Library of Congress Control Number:2010941928
Summary:When Aaron’s long-absent father returns, Aaron must cope with bullying at school, his grandmother’s illness and his father’s pregnant new wife. Better Than Weirdis a stand-alone sequel toThe Mealworm Diaries.
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“Aaron!” Gran called from downstairs. “Are you up, Aaron?” Aaron heard, but didn’t answer. “Aaron!” Gran called again, louder this time. “Okay! Okay! I’m up.” He flopped over and lay spread-eagled in his bed. “Aaron Stewart Waite!” Gran hollered. “Get up right now!” Sighing, Aaron patted his night table for his glasses and put them on before he rolled out of bed and stumbled out of the room. He was standing in front of the toilet when his grandmother called for the fourth time. “For goodness sake, Aaron! Close the door.” Aaron flushed, watching the water swirl before it swooshed away. He flushed a second time just to see the water spin. He would have flushed again, but a creak on the stairs warned him that Gran was on her way up. He closed the door. “Hurry up, now,” Gran said. “You don’t want to be late again.” Aaron was pulling an arm out of his pajama sleeve when he noticed a tuft of hair sticking up on one side of his head.It looks like a chimney, he thought.I have a chimney growing out of my head. He chuckled and raked his fingers through the unruly tuft. The hair separated and flattened, then bounced back. He patted it gingerly with the palm of his hand. It would be funny if it stood up like that all day. He was still chuckling when Gran said, “Aaron! Get in the shower—now!” “Okay. Okay. Okay,” he said, his head bobbing. He stepped out of his pajama pants, climbed into the tub and closed the curtain. When the water ran warm, he pulled up the little toggle that made it pour from the showerhead. Then he stood, eyes closed, to let it pulse against his forehead.Sounds like rain,he thought. He began to sing tunelessly: “Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day.” He stopped, his head filled with thoughts of rain. “Not the day my dad comes home,” he said out loud. “Don’t come then.” “I’ll be there before the end of November,” his dad had said when he phoned. “And I’ll bring a surprise.” “For me?” Aaron had asked. “For you and for Gran.” “Is it big? Is it a big surprise?” His father wouldn’t tell. Tipping his head back, Aaron opened his mouth and let the spray fill it. Then he spouted, sending a stream of water arching to the tiled wall. He laughed, then turned and let the spray thrum against the back of his head. He could think of lots of things his father might bring for him…but for himandGran? What could that be? What? He turned again, face into the spray, until Gran called, “Aaron! Get moving!”
Gran was at the top of the stairs when he hurried past, a towel wrapped around his middle, his hair and body shedding water like rain. “I don’t suppose you remembered to use soap this morning?” she said. He grunted, jumped into his room and closed the door with his hip. “Put on the clothes I laid out on your bed,” she called as she started back down. “The stuff you wore yesterday is filthy. Put it in the laundry hamper.” He was almost dressed when he saw his underwear still neatly folded on the bed. “Oops! Forgot,” he said. He wadded it up, intending to throw it into the hamper with yesterday’s clothes. His arm went back for the toss, then stopped. Could he go to school without underwear? If Tufan knew, he’d say,You’re weird. Aaron heard the words so clearly, he glanced around in case Tufan had magically appeared in his bedroom. He was relieved to find himself alone. But in his head, Tufan’s voice kept taunting.Weird. Weird. Weird. “Am not,” Aaron snapped. Hearing his own voice in the empty room made him feel silly. “I’m talking to myself,” he said. Then he groaned, remembering something Tufan reallyhadsaid: “His dad’s gonna take one look and disappear all over again.” “Is not!” Aaron had shouted back. “He’s coming back to stay! He said! He said!” But the words were a lie. His father had said he was coming, but he’d never once said he would stay. I’ll be good,Aaron thought.I’ll be so good he’ll want to stay. He sighed. He knew how hard that would be. For one thing, he knew he talked too much. That’s what everybody said. That’s why they called him Aaron Cantwait. “I’m not weird, just different,” he muttered, repeating something Gran told him. “We can’t all be the same,” she often said. “You’re just a little different.” Better than weird,he thought. Even so, he didn’t want to be so different that his dad would come home after eight years away and then leave again. With a little huff of frustration, he pulled off his pants and put on the underwear. Just in case. He had his hand on the knob, ready to leave, when he saw the calendar tacked to his door. There were large redXs marked through all the days of November so far. He reached for the red marker on his bedside table and drew a newXthrough the box for November 16, then counted to the 28th. Twelve. His dad was coming home in twelve days. Twelve. Everything would be different once his dad was back. Everything. Taped up beside the calendar were two lists. That’s what his Big Brother, Paul, had told him to do. “If you want to organize your life, make a list,” Paul had said. Aaron had listened. Paul was different too. But he was cool different. Paul had two rings pierced into his right eyebrow. He had a tongue stud, and he was talking about getting a tattoo. Paul knew stuff. He was in high school. If he said lists were good, Aaron was willing to make lists.
Things Dad will teach me
1. how to hit a homerun 2. how to ride a bike 3. how to rollerblade 4. how to skateboard 5. how to kick a soccer ball 6. how to play the guitar
Things to do with Dad
1. go skiing 2. play baseball 3. visit the dinosaur exhibit at the museum 4. eat popcorn and watch all the Star Wars movies 5. visit the Science Center
“Oh, Aaron,” Gran said the first time she saw his lists. “You’re expecting too much. Your dad…I’m not sure he’ll be able to…” She stopped, then went on in a rush. “For sure he can’t teach you to play the guitar. He doesn’t know how to play himself.” “Okay,” Aaron said. He drew a line through the last entry on the first list and added6. learn to play the guitarto the second list. Aaron counted the empty boxes on the calendar one more time, just to make sure. There were still twelve. He reached for the door. “Oops!” he said. “Almost forgot.” Turning back, he dropped to his belly and wriggled under his bed. On the floor under the head of his bed was a cardboard box filled with dirt, home to his pet toad. “How you doin’, Buddy?” Aaron asked as he looked into the box. “You okay?” The toad, half-buried, stared back. Aaron stroked the creature’s head. The eyes closed. “You like that?” He stroked Buddy’s head again. Keeping a pet toad wasn’t easy now that winter was coming, and keeping it a secret from Gran was even harder. He had been feeding it worms and bugs from the garden. Now bugs were getting hard to find. Luckily, he could still dig worms out of the compost bin. He just had to be careful to dig when Gran wasn’t looking. The doorbell rang. “I’ll bring you some worms after school,” he said as he slipped the box back into place and backed out from under the bed. He scrambled to his feet and headed downstairs. “It’s Jeremy,” he hollered as he went. “I gotta go. We’re doing announcements.” “Announcements? You haven’t even had breakfast,” Gran called from the kitchen. “Have to practice.” He had already struggled into his coat and was hoisting his backpack to his shoulders when Gran hurried into the hallway and blocked his way. He tried to get around her, but she refused to move. “Stand still and listen,” she said. The sharpness in her voice made him look at her face. She was frowning, but she was also holding out two muffins. “Take these,” she said. “You can eat on the way. And this is for recess.” She held out an apple. He stayed long enough for Gran to shove the apple into his backpack, but the whole time he was hopping from foot to foot. “Okay. Okay. Okay,” he said, head bobbing. He was out the door and scrambling down the porch steps before he thought to say goodbye. When he turned to wave, Gran was almost invisible, blurred by the fog that had formed on the glass of the storm door. He thought he saw her wave back, but he wasn’t sure, and when Jeremy called, “You coming or what?” Aaron hurried to catch up.