Six Years Later…

I just finished reading the book Drums, Girls, & Dangerous Pie by Jordan Sonnenblick with my class. It was so good. The book is all about a boy named Steven Alper and his journey through his last year of middle school. During the year, his brother Jeffrey develops a type of cancer called leukemia, which is a white blood cell cancer. Jeffrey has to make weekly trips to Philadelphia with his mom. Steven helps Jeffrey battle a life threatening disease, while dealing with girl drama, drum practice, and his slowly sinking grades.

At the end of the book, they had an epilogue, but it was very vague. I decided to make my own epilogue, six years later. In my epilogue, Steven is eighteen years old and is getting ready to go to college. Jeffrey is eleven years old and has just finished sixth grade. Steven is still friends with Renee and is still going out with Annette.


I can still remember when Jeffrey was diagnosed with leukemia. Thankfully, I can say that Jeffrey is six years leukemia free. He still has to go to the hospital every year to get tested, but he has given up on Matt Medic. He asks me to go with him every time, and of course, I say yes. Every time I walk past the room where Samantha stayed for so many years of her life, I feel a pang of sadness. I know that she would be happy to know that I am still keeping my promise to her, by staying by Jeffrey’s side.

We picked ourselves up financially, and we are now doing well. My mom went back to college, once we had enough money of course, and got a degree in Special Education. I think from being in the hospital with Jeffrey so much, she developed a soft spot for “special” kids. My dad is still in boring old accounting. How does he like that stuff? I have put my days of being a TV dinner kid behind me, and I even asked my mom to teach me how to cook, so I’m prepared for college. One time when Annette was over, yup we’re still going strong, I made her her favorite, baked ziti, and she actually liked it.

Speaking of girlfriends, today Jeffrey came home from school holding Lindsey Albert’s, Renee’s sister’s, hand. Don’t even ask me how that happened, especially since Lindsey is,  in my opinion, even hotter than Renee ever was. My jaw fell straight to Antarctica when I saw them. That’s basically all that’s happened since my eight grade graduation. School’s just been school, and although I’ve improved a lot on the drums, the one show that will prove my fate, won’t be happening for another two days. What show is that you ask? Oh, only my audition for Juilliard. I’m going to drive Annette and me, that’s right, I have a license, to the audition. But right now, I have to set the table for dinner.

“Mom!” Jeffrey yelled. “We’re going to be late, and I have to pick up Lindsey on time!” Mom insisted that the whole family should be at my audition for Juilliard. Of course Jeffrey had to bring his girlfriend, Lindsey Albert. I still don’t know how that happened. “I’m going to get Annette now, so…bye!” I said. When I got in my car, I glanced at my phone, and I saw that I had missed eight calls from Annette. Anette has a thing about being late, so she thought that she had to call me so I shouldn’t forget. But seriously, how could I forget our auditions. When I pulled up to her house, she was standing in her driveway with her hands on her hips. “Finally!” she scoffed as she stormed into the car. We drove in silence, and I could tell that she was nervous because her hands kept twitching in her lap.

As we approached Juilliard, my nerves kept like flames. When we got inside, Annette and I got with numbers on them to put on our shirts, mine twelve, Anette twenty-six. We waited forever in a small, cramped room until they called Anette’s number. “Good luck,” I whispered to her as she got up and flourished, “You look great.” “Thanks,” she replied as she anxiously walked out of the room. You could slightly hear the soft ballad that she was playing. When Anette came back in, her cheeks were flushed, but she looked satisfied. “You were awesome,” I told her. In response, she gave me a hug. She was shaking almost as much as a phone when it rings on vibrate.

Soon later, they called me. I stood up, shook my hands out, and prepared to play for the most important show of my life. “Go get ’em,” Anette said to me. When I got to the drum set, I saw Renee standing behind the row of judges, along with my family, holding a sign that read, “Rock Out Steven! Get that Scholarship, You Deserve it!” I saw that she had a sign for Anette too.

I pulled out the sticks that I gave to Samantha so many years ago, I thought it was fitting to play with them, and I started to play a revised version of “Cubana Beat Cubana Bop” the song I didn’t end up playing for the All City concert. Overall, I thought I did really well.

Two weeks later, Anette and I were sitting on her couch, with letters from Juilliard in our hands. “One, two, three!” and they were open. Anette let out a shriek. “I got in Steven! I got in!” I on the other hand decided to trick her. “Did you get in Steven? Oh, tell me you got in!” “I…I,” I said in a really sad voice, “got in!” That was it, Anette and I were going to college together.

The End

As you can see, in my epilogue, the Alpers are doing great. Steven and Anette are still together, and Jeffrey has found a girlfriend. His parents are doing well, and overall, the Alpers have a great life. What type of epilogue would you write for Drums, Girls, & Dangerous Pie?

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