Sunny Sweet Is So Not Sorry by Jennifer Ann Mann

“Maybe not.”
    The mean nurse hovered in the background.
    â€œNice hat,” he said.
    I ignored him.

Dr. Sonya Sweet
    My cast was
awesometastic
! It was bright orange and went all the way from almost my shoulder down to my hand, just like I hoped it would. It was thick and hard and just so, so
real
. I have a broken arm! I broke my arm in two places! I can’t wait to get out in the world and show everybody.
    Shawna got done casting it in fifteen minutes. That was the nice nurse’s name, Shawna. And she wasn’t really a nurse, but a resident. That meant she was pretty much almost a doctor. She was putting my cast in a big blue sling when there was a light knock on the door.
    â€œCome on in,” Shawna sang.
    The door opened and in walked a small woman in a white coat followed by an even smaller figure in a white coat … Sunny Sweet!
    My body jolted, and I slipped off the bed.
    â€œWhoa,” Shawna laughed, catching me. “It’s only Dr. Dorney. She’s the attending physician, so she’s going to take a quick look at my work and then you’re on your way home.”

    Sunny and I stared at each other while the doctor and Shawna said hello and began to talk about my arm, or rather, Maria’s arm.
    Oh my gosh, I just stole someone’s broken arm!
    Dr. Dorney introduced Sunny to Shawna and me as her “little assistant,” and Shawna introduced me to the doctor. I think I said hello, but I couldn’t take my eyes off Sunny. Neither of us knew what to do. Sunny recovered before I did.
    â€œHow did you break your arm, Maria?” she asked. I could see the corners of her tiny mouth holding back a smile.
    â€œMy little sister pushed me in front of a car,” I said. Shawna and the doctor gasped.
    â€œJust joking,” I mumbled.
    The doctor called Sunny over to see “my” X-rays. I tried to escape by telling Shawna that I had to use the bathroom.
    â€œLet’s wait until the doctor is finished,” Shawna said.
    â€œI see she broke both her ulna and her radius,” Sunny said. Turning to me, she added, “You must be in a lot of pain, Maria.”
    â€œI’m fine.” I coughed.
    The doctor picked up my chart from the small desk by the X-ray board. “It’s been about three hours since you came through the ER, Maria,” she said to me. And then she turned to Shawna. “Have you given her anything for the pain, Shawna?”
    â€œI don’t need anything,” I told them. “I feel super great.”
    â€œI’ve read a lot about pain management,” Sunny said. “Isn’t it best to keep on a steady dosage to keep the pain from returning, Dr. Dorney?”
    The doctor looked at Sunny like she was one of the Seven Wonders of the World instead of the freak of nature that she was. “I think that Dr. Sonya Sweet is correct,” said the doctor.
    â€œI’m on it,” said Shawna, coming at me with a needle.
    â€œNo!” was all I got out before she stuck me in my good arm.
    My mouth fell open, and I looked over at Sunny. She backed away a little and giggled.
    â€œThat will take care of the pain for a while,” said the doctor, “although it may make you a little sleepy.”
    A warm feeling ran through me like someone had covered me in a soft, cozy blanket. Shawna rolled a wheelchair into the room, and the doctor and Shawna helped me into it. Shawna then wheeled me back out into the waiting room. I tried to catch Sunny’s eye, but she was busy playing with a piece of X-ray equipment. I guess the joy of poisoning her sister didn’t last as long as the actual poison did.
    Shawna positioned me next to the fish tank. “I will be right back,” she said. I waited for Sunny to follow me out of the room, but she didn’t. After staring at the closed door between Sunny and me for five minutes, I began to forget why I cared whether Sunny came through it or not. My