I go through phases and I had way too much fun doing the other vlog thingy so I made another one! So I might churn out a bunch of these babies and then disappear for another year. Let's just go with it until I get bored. :p
Showing posts with label high school. Show all posts
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Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Feaar Street: The New Girl, or, Dead Cats in Lockers ar A-OK and You Should Never Report them to the Authorities
Fear Street was such a huge staple of my childhood and reading through my crappy old novels has sparked the desire to reread one of my most beloved book series. And maybe fulfill my lifelong dream of creating a Fear Street Timeline. Woohoo!
I don't plan on recapping all of them, just a choice few and maybe throw in some Bratz Doll Theatre for the really good ones. But I did do a summery of The New Girl about a year and a half ago before I stumbled upon any Fear Street blogs so I'll start with that.
Ah, Fear Street. This brings back memories. Now these are the books that made me want to be a writer. I lived and breathed Fear Street for two years. These books were about ghost stories and murder, exactly what every ten year girl can’t get enough of, right? Well this one couldn’t at any rate. But more than that what really hooked me on these books was the story of the Fear family. How this evil followed them for over two hundred years, and went on to consume the street the Fears lived on, Fear Street, and anyone who dared to tread.
The first one I ever read was Cheerleaders: The Third Evil. That book not only got me hooked on the series, but on reading in general, and most of all, the important murder device of pushing people off of cliffs that appeared in nearly every one of my earliest stories. t would seem appropriate to start with that one as it remains my favorite to this day, but I will start instead with the very first Fear Street book ever published, The New Girl.
Notice how R.L. Stine’s name isn’t taking up half the cover. Second edition, baby.
I’ve never particularly liked this book but this has always been my favorite cover. The reason: because it’s the only one where you get a glimpse of what Fear Street actually looks like, filled with dilapidated old Victorian houses.
The book opens with a little passage about Fear Street.
Are you sure you want to turn down Fear Street?
The most horrifying things seem to happen to those who live on Fear Street.
The town of Shadyside is nice enough. And the students at Shadyside High seem to be an average group of kids.
So why does everyone tell such stories about Fear Street…?
About unspeakable terrors, troubled cries in the night, twisted nightmares…
About people who venture into the Fear Street woods and are never seen again…
About strange cries late at night from the old Simon Fear mansion--a house that’s been deserted for fifty years…
About lost teenagers, mysterious fires, brutal crimes, unsolved mysteries…
About normal people--people just like you--who turn down Fear Street…and are never quite normal again!
Go ahead. Take a walk down Fear Street. Those stories couldn’t be true. No way. There couldn’t be that much terror awaiting you in one narrow, old street--could there?
Our book opens with a someone thinking over how easy it was to kill her sister Anna. Sure, she expected to feel guilty, but she never expected it to be so easy. A real psychopath, this one. Anyway, the prologue ends with her screaming “Anna’s dead, Mom!” Oh noes!
Then our book really begins. With our main character, Cory Brooks. Cory’s a gymnast and he’s testing his skills in the cafeteria by standing on one hand and balancing his lunch tray in the other. Why didn’t people do this when I was in high school? He catches glimpse of this absolutely gorgeous girl on the other side of the caf and literally falls for her (corny but begged to be done), losing his balance and collapsing on the floor, causing the tray of spaghetti to come crashing down on his head. His friends who are also on the gymnastics team, Arnie and David, laugh and make fun of him. He leaves the lunchroom covered in spaghetti and runs into his old friend and token girl-next-door, Lisa Blume. They both live in North Hills, the ritzier side of town. Fear Street is for white trash, by the way. She makes fun of him and gives him one of her extra shirts to wear and he washes his hair in the water fountain. It becomes quite evident to the reader that Lisa wants more than friendship from him. While in the hall he sees his mystery babe again, but she disappears inside a classroom.
Cory looks for her for three days with no luck. And he sucks when he goes to gymnastics practice. He keeps having semi-erotic dreams about her. Okay, maybe semi-erotic is a but of a stretch. He and Lisa walk home together, his thoughts on the pretty blond, and Lisa leans against him trying to get the courage to ask him out. And at the same time she asks him what he’s doing that weekend and he asks her if she’s seen the pretty new girl. Lisa drops about a thousand hints that she likes him and he asks her again if she’s seen the pretty new girl. Lisa knows her as Anna Corwin, and she’s very annoyed that Cory seems to like her.
Cory’s all excited and about to piss himself because Anna’s a real person and not a figment of his warped imagination and pesters Lisa about her. Lisa knows nothing but that she transferred from Melrose and moved onto Fear Street. Cory thinks Fear Street is creepy and there are a bunch of little tales about why Cory would think such a thing. When they get to their houses Lisa tries once again to ask him out but he cuts her off and goes into his house dreaming about the audacious Anna.
Cory calls information and gets Anna’s phone number and address. He even talks to a real person! Even when I was ten information was completely automated! Cory debates whether or not he should call her for over a page and finally decides to do so. The person who answers tells him there’s no Anna there and hangs up.
The next day at school Cory finally runs into Anna herself and makes conversation with her. He tells her she’s new and that she lives on Fear Street and says he called her house but they said there’s no Anna there. Stalker! She quickly runs into the classroom. Even if she wasn’t a crazy psycho I think she’d do the same thing.
They have a gymnast meet against Mattawan. Anna comes to watch and Cory screws up royally. He spends Saturday night obsessing about Anna. He goes over to Lisa’s and wants to talk to her about Anna. Lisa calls him a creep and tells him to go home. Cory calls Anna’s house again and gets a woman. He asks for Anna and she gets terse. In the background he hears a girl screaming “It’s for me!” and the woman tells him to just leave them alone. How he torments this poor family.
Cory’s creeped out, finding it all too mysterious, and decides to pay Anna a little visit at her house on Fear Street. While he’s driving over there he listens to the radio, where they’re playing a 24-hour marathon of Beatles music in alphabetical order. WTF?
He pulls up to foggy Fear Street thinking about a childhood trauma in the Fear Street woods and make himself go up to Anna’s house. A man comes up behind him, making him piss his pants (not literally) and asks if he needs any help. Cory says he was looking for the Corwins and the weirdo tells him they’re strange people. I think he’s a peeping tom. They’ve only been living there for a couple weeks.
He gets away from the creepy old man and knocks on the door. A young man answers, and when he asks for Anna the man tells him angrily that Anna’s dead.
Cory’s a little uneased by the whole thing (understandable) and spends Monday looking for Anna. He asks Lisa if she’s seen her and Lisa tells her she’s absent today and asks what his problem is. He pulls her aside and tells her the strange tale of going to her house. The have an almost-argument and he gets the idea of pulling her file in the office where he works after school on Mondays. His job is to use the ditto machine. What the hell is a ditto machine??? Is it a copier? Is that what they called them back in 1989? He got the brilliant idea of looking through the student records for Anna’s. While digging through them he nearly gets caught and dives under the desk just in time. He goes back to the files, and find there are no Corwins.
Cory goes to the school basketball game with his friends and spends the whole evening thinking about creepy ghosty Anna. He winds up telling them about Anna not having a file. His friend David brilliantly suggests that her file might not have been sent from her old school yet. He goes home and is awakened in the middle of the night by a mysterious phone call telling him to stay away from Anna. She’s dead and he’ll be dead next. Oh noes!
Cory tries to go back to sleep but is interrupted by yet another phone call. It’s Anna! Goody for Cory. She says she needs him to help her and asks him to come. She’ll meet him just past her house. He steals his dad’s car and goes, thinking about more chilling tales of Fear Street lore, and parks on the street. Anna climbs into his car, making his shit his pants (well, maybe). He asks what’s wrong? Can he help her? He can’t stop thinking about her. She says she’s been thinking about him, too. He finally comes down to it and tells her he needs to know if she’s even real. She says she’s real, and kisses him to prove it. She kisses him really hard and needy like. Eventually she goes to leave. He asks her why she called him and she tells him it was to see if he would come.
Cory continues to question her about the guy that keeps saying she’s dead. She tells him it’s her brother Brad. He’s not only crazy, he’s dangerous! Oooooh! She runs out of the car before Cory can force anything else out of her.
He wakes up late the next morning, which is the day he has a gymnastics meet. He thinks about what happened last night after Anna left. He’d run after her and the creepy old man’s dog attacked him. His name is Voltaire, by the way. The dog. Awesome name. He does horribly at the meet. Lisa goes to comfort him and tells him all about the previous night when she went over her cousin’s. Her cousin had a friend over who was from Melrose (coincidently where Anna’s from! Oh me oh my where is this going!). She tells him Anna had been in this girls class, but that she had died. There were all kinds of rumors. She’d fallen down the basement steps and died instantly. Cory won’t believe it so Lisa tells him to ditch the rest of the meet and go with her to the library and they’d investigate it. They find it on microfilm. A blurry picture of Anna with the caption , Melrose Sophomore dies in accident.
That night Cory has disturbing nightmares about Anna. The phone rings waking him up. It’s Anna, she wants him to meet her in front of the burnt out old shell of Simon Fear’s mansion.
He follows her call and waits in his car in front of the mansion, thinking all kinds of creepy paranoid things. Cory finally goes to the house where he encounters the evil Brad. Brad grabs him by the coat screaming that Anna is dead and to leave him alone. He lets Cory go after scaring the crap out of him.
He acts like a zombie in school and Lisa tries to cheer him up. She reminds him about the dance on Saturday and asks if he would want to go with her. Lisa’s not too bright. She knows he’s completely hung up on Anna and still wants to date him. He tells her he’ll go and then Anna comes up to them and Lisa introduces herself. They talk for a minute and Lisa bounces off to class. Anna reminds Cory about Friday in the Car and tells him he’s hers. She runs off.
That afternoon Cory goes with Lisa to her locker, but there’s blood everywhere! Somebody had killed a cat, slitting open it’s stomach in her locker. Ew. Oh, and attached to the cat is an endearing note claiming she’s dead, too. And instead of, you know, REPORTING this to anyone, they clean it out themselves, Lisa suggesting Anna did it because she’s jealous about the dance. You know, if anyone had found a dead cat in their locker at my high school, there probably would’ve been a lockdown and some serious questioning. I know this was published back in 1989, but STILL!!!
Cory catches up with Anna afterwards and tells her what happened. Judging from her reaction he’s sure she didn’t do it. He then confronts her about her creepy brother Brad. She gets all hysterical and he tries to calm her down by kissing her. She shoves him away and tells her to stay away, her brother’s there.
After school his parents make a big to-do about Cory’s date with Lisa and he feels weird. His parents leave to go to Lisa’s to play her parents. He’s trying to do homework when his friend David calls him and tries to get him to talk about him and Anna. Cory gets mad and they hang up on each other. Cory goes over to the Blume’s to see how Lisa’s doing (I’m guessing she didn’t tell her parents about the cat). He notices her laugh is sexy and then tells her about Anna and reads the paper (why does she like him again?). She then gets a threatening call telling her she’s dead, too.
They go to the dance together and Lisa keeps insisting that it was Anna that made the call and put the cat in the locker. Lisa tells him Anna’s a good actress and has him fooled. Give the girl a prize! They get in an argument about it and Lisa storms off. Minutes later Cory hears her scream. Cory finds her at the bottom of a flight of stairs. She was pushed! Oh noes! From her description of her assailant Cory figures out it was Brad. They search the building and get locked in a classroom. Cory uses his super spiderman skills to climb out the window onto the roof and shimmy down a tree then goes back to unlock the door for Lisa.
Cory goes to Anna’s to confront Brad. No one’s there but the creepy neighbor.
Cory waits for Anna by her locker at school. He makes her go get pizza with him and tell him EVERYTHING! Oooh! Anna’s father ditched them, her mother’s not well. Brad had a girlfriend, Emily, who died in a plane crash, and he never got over her death. The drama! She tells him about her older sister Willa who was the true beauty of the family. Brad started confusing Willa for Emily and saying she was dead. Then Willa died. She fell down the basement stairs. They moved, hoping to snap Brad out of his stupor but it didn’t help. Now he’s getting overly protective of Anna and saying she’s dead.
Brad appears at the pizza place and Anna takes off, terrified.
Later Cory calls Anna and Brad picks up telling him again that Anna’s dead. Cory goes to Anna’s. He goes into the house. Anna’s screaming that Cory’s come to see her. Brad tells him to get out of there. Cory and Brad get into a fight and Cory finally renders Brad unconscious. Cory wants to call the police (Cory’s thinking! Go Cory!) but Anna just wants to celebrate. She gets a dagger and says it’ll take care of Brad. He tries to stop her but she won’t let him. He holds her back. Brad comes to and Cory warns him to stay away. Brad tells him he tried to warn him, that he wanted to keep Cory safe from her.
Brad tells him the Whole Story. She’s really Willa and Anna was her older sister. She pushed Anna down the stairs. Because their mother is ill and couldn’t handle losing both her daughters Brad didn’t pursue it, he thought she would get better once they moved. But found out she was dressing like Anna and calling herself Anna at school once Cory came around. And she’s been making all the threats to his friend. That he did push Lisa at the school but it was a mistake, he thought she was Anna. He tells Cory to call the police.
Cory tells Lisa the whole story and tells her she should pick his girlfriends for him. She says maybe she should and kisses him. The End. I wonder what happened to Willa.
I don't plan on recapping all of them, just a choice few and maybe throw in some Bratz Doll Theatre for the really good ones. But I did do a summery of The New Girl about a year and a half ago before I stumbled upon any Fear Street blogs so I'll start with that.
Ah, Fear Street. This brings back memories. Now these are the books that made me want to be a writer. I lived and breathed Fear Street for two years. These books were about ghost stories and murder, exactly what every ten year girl can’t get enough of, right? Well this one couldn’t at any rate. But more than that what really hooked me on these books was the story of the Fear family. How this evil followed them for over two hundred years, and went on to consume the street the Fears lived on, Fear Street, and anyone who dared to tread.
The first one I ever read was Cheerleaders: The Third Evil. That book not only got me hooked on the series, but on reading in general, and most of all, the important murder device of pushing people off of cliffs that appeared in nearly every one of my earliest stories. t would seem appropriate to start with that one as it remains my favorite to this day, but I will start instead with the very first Fear Street book ever published, The New Girl.
Notice how R.L. Stine’s name isn’t taking up half the cover. Second edition, baby.
I’ve never particularly liked this book but this has always been my favorite cover. The reason: because it’s the only one where you get a glimpse of what Fear Street actually looks like, filled with dilapidated old Victorian houses.
The book opens with a little passage about Fear Street.
Are you sure you want to turn down Fear Street?
The most horrifying things seem to happen to those who live on Fear Street.
The town of Shadyside is nice enough. And the students at Shadyside High seem to be an average group of kids.
So why does everyone tell such stories about Fear Street…?
About unspeakable terrors, troubled cries in the night, twisted nightmares…
About people who venture into the Fear Street woods and are never seen again…
About strange cries late at night from the old Simon Fear mansion--a house that’s been deserted for fifty years…
About lost teenagers, mysterious fires, brutal crimes, unsolved mysteries…
About normal people--people just like you--who turn down Fear Street…and are never quite normal again!
Go ahead. Take a walk down Fear Street. Those stories couldn’t be true. No way. There couldn’t be that much terror awaiting you in one narrow, old street--could there?
Our book opens with a someone thinking over how easy it was to kill her sister Anna. Sure, she expected to feel guilty, but she never expected it to be so easy. A real psychopath, this one. Anyway, the prologue ends with her screaming “Anna’s dead, Mom!” Oh noes!
Then our book really begins. With our main character, Cory Brooks. Cory’s a gymnast and he’s testing his skills in the cafeteria by standing on one hand and balancing his lunch tray in the other. Why didn’t people do this when I was in high school? He catches glimpse of this absolutely gorgeous girl on the other side of the caf and literally falls for her (corny but begged to be done), losing his balance and collapsing on the floor, causing the tray of spaghetti to come crashing down on his head. His friends who are also on the gymnastics team, Arnie and David, laugh and make fun of him. He leaves the lunchroom covered in spaghetti and runs into his old friend and token girl-next-door, Lisa Blume. They both live in North Hills, the ritzier side of town. Fear Street is for white trash, by the way. She makes fun of him and gives him one of her extra shirts to wear and he washes his hair in the water fountain. It becomes quite evident to the reader that Lisa wants more than friendship from him. While in the hall he sees his mystery babe again, but she disappears inside a classroom.
Cory looks for her for three days with no luck. And he sucks when he goes to gymnastics practice. He keeps having semi-erotic dreams about her. Okay, maybe semi-erotic is a but of a stretch. He and Lisa walk home together, his thoughts on the pretty blond, and Lisa leans against him trying to get the courage to ask him out. And at the same time she asks him what he’s doing that weekend and he asks her if she’s seen the pretty new girl. Lisa drops about a thousand hints that she likes him and he asks her again if she’s seen the pretty new girl. Lisa knows her as Anna Corwin, and she’s very annoyed that Cory seems to like her.
Cory’s all excited and about to piss himself because Anna’s a real person and not a figment of his warped imagination and pesters Lisa about her. Lisa knows nothing but that she transferred from Melrose and moved onto Fear Street. Cory thinks Fear Street is creepy and there are a bunch of little tales about why Cory would think such a thing. When they get to their houses Lisa tries once again to ask him out but he cuts her off and goes into his house dreaming about the audacious Anna.
Cory calls information and gets Anna’s phone number and address. He even talks to a real person! Even when I was ten information was completely automated! Cory debates whether or not he should call her for over a page and finally decides to do so. The person who answers tells him there’s no Anna there and hangs up.
The next day at school Cory finally runs into Anna herself and makes conversation with her. He tells her she’s new and that she lives on Fear Street and says he called her house but they said there’s no Anna there. Stalker! She quickly runs into the classroom. Even if she wasn’t a crazy psycho I think she’d do the same thing.
They have a gymnast meet against Mattawan. Anna comes to watch and Cory screws up royally. He spends Saturday night obsessing about Anna. He goes over to Lisa’s and wants to talk to her about Anna. Lisa calls him a creep and tells him to go home. Cory calls Anna’s house again and gets a woman. He asks for Anna and she gets terse. In the background he hears a girl screaming “It’s for me!” and the woman tells him to just leave them alone. How he torments this poor family.
Cory’s creeped out, finding it all too mysterious, and decides to pay Anna a little visit at her house on Fear Street. While he’s driving over there he listens to the radio, where they’re playing a 24-hour marathon of Beatles music in alphabetical order. WTF?
He pulls up to foggy Fear Street thinking about a childhood trauma in the Fear Street woods and make himself go up to Anna’s house. A man comes up behind him, making him piss his pants (not literally) and asks if he needs any help. Cory says he was looking for the Corwins and the weirdo tells him they’re strange people. I think he’s a peeping tom. They’ve only been living there for a couple weeks.
He gets away from the creepy old man and knocks on the door. A young man answers, and when he asks for Anna the man tells him angrily that Anna’s dead.
Cory’s a little uneased by the whole thing (understandable) and spends Monday looking for Anna. He asks Lisa if she’s seen her and Lisa tells her she’s absent today and asks what his problem is. He pulls her aside and tells her the strange tale of going to her house. The have an almost-argument and he gets the idea of pulling her file in the office where he works after school on Mondays. His job is to use the ditto machine. What the hell is a ditto machine??? Is it a copier? Is that what they called them back in 1989? He got the brilliant idea of looking through the student records for Anna’s. While digging through them he nearly gets caught and dives under the desk just in time. He goes back to the files, and find there are no Corwins.
Cory goes to the school basketball game with his friends and spends the whole evening thinking about creepy ghosty Anna. He winds up telling them about Anna not having a file. His friend David brilliantly suggests that her file might not have been sent from her old school yet. He goes home and is awakened in the middle of the night by a mysterious phone call telling him to stay away from Anna. She’s dead and he’ll be dead next. Oh noes!
Cory tries to go back to sleep but is interrupted by yet another phone call. It’s Anna! Goody for Cory. She says she needs him to help her and asks him to come. She’ll meet him just past her house. He steals his dad’s car and goes, thinking about more chilling tales of Fear Street lore, and parks on the street. Anna climbs into his car, making his shit his pants (well, maybe). He asks what’s wrong? Can he help her? He can’t stop thinking about her. She says she’s been thinking about him, too. He finally comes down to it and tells her he needs to know if she’s even real. She says she’s real, and kisses him to prove it. She kisses him really hard and needy like. Eventually she goes to leave. He asks her why she called him and she tells him it was to see if he would come.
Cory continues to question her about the guy that keeps saying she’s dead. She tells him it’s her brother Brad. He’s not only crazy, he’s dangerous! Oooooh! She runs out of the car before Cory can force anything else out of her.
He wakes up late the next morning, which is the day he has a gymnastics meet. He thinks about what happened last night after Anna left. He’d run after her and the creepy old man’s dog attacked him. His name is Voltaire, by the way. The dog. Awesome name. He does horribly at the meet. Lisa goes to comfort him and tells him all about the previous night when she went over her cousin’s. Her cousin had a friend over who was from Melrose (coincidently where Anna’s from! Oh me oh my where is this going!). She tells him Anna had been in this girls class, but that she had died. There were all kinds of rumors. She’d fallen down the basement steps and died instantly. Cory won’t believe it so Lisa tells him to ditch the rest of the meet and go with her to the library and they’d investigate it. They find it on microfilm. A blurry picture of Anna with the caption , Melrose Sophomore dies in accident.
That night Cory has disturbing nightmares about Anna. The phone rings waking him up. It’s Anna, she wants him to meet her in front of the burnt out old shell of Simon Fear’s mansion.
He follows her call and waits in his car in front of the mansion, thinking all kinds of creepy paranoid things. Cory finally goes to the house where he encounters the evil Brad. Brad grabs him by the coat screaming that Anna is dead and to leave him alone. He lets Cory go after scaring the crap out of him.
He acts like a zombie in school and Lisa tries to cheer him up. She reminds him about the dance on Saturday and asks if he would want to go with her. Lisa’s not too bright. She knows he’s completely hung up on Anna and still wants to date him. He tells her he’ll go and then Anna comes up to them and Lisa introduces herself. They talk for a minute and Lisa bounces off to class. Anna reminds Cory about Friday in the Car and tells him he’s hers. She runs off.
That afternoon Cory goes with Lisa to her locker, but there’s blood everywhere! Somebody had killed a cat, slitting open it’s stomach in her locker. Ew. Oh, and attached to the cat is an endearing note claiming she’s dead, too. And instead of, you know, REPORTING this to anyone, they clean it out themselves, Lisa suggesting Anna did it because she’s jealous about the dance. You know, if anyone had found a dead cat in their locker at my high school, there probably would’ve been a lockdown and some serious questioning. I know this was published back in 1989, but STILL!!!
Cory catches up with Anna afterwards and tells her what happened. Judging from her reaction he’s sure she didn’t do it. He then confronts her about her creepy brother Brad. She gets all hysterical and he tries to calm her down by kissing her. She shoves him away and tells her to stay away, her brother’s there.
After school his parents make a big to-do about Cory’s date with Lisa and he feels weird. His parents leave to go to Lisa’s to play her parents. He’s trying to do homework when his friend David calls him and tries to get him to talk about him and Anna. Cory gets mad and they hang up on each other. Cory goes over to the Blume’s to see how Lisa’s doing (I’m guessing she didn’t tell her parents about the cat). He notices her laugh is sexy and then tells her about Anna and reads the paper (why does she like him again?). She then gets a threatening call telling her she’s dead, too.
They go to the dance together and Lisa keeps insisting that it was Anna that made the call and put the cat in the locker. Lisa tells him Anna’s a good actress and has him fooled. Give the girl a prize! They get in an argument about it and Lisa storms off. Minutes later Cory hears her scream. Cory finds her at the bottom of a flight of stairs. She was pushed! Oh noes! From her description of her assailant Cory figures out it was Brad. They search the building and get locked in a classroom. Cory uses his super spiderman skills to climb out the window onto the roof and shimmy down a tree then goes back to unlock the door for Lisa.
Cory goes to Anna’s to confront Brad. No one’s there but the creepy neighbor.
Cory waits for Anna by her locker at school. He makes her go get pizza with him and tell him EVERYTHING! Oooh! Anna’s father ditched them, her mother’s not well. Brad had a girlfriend, Emily, who died in a plane crash, and he never got over her death. The drama! She tells him about her older sister Willa who was the true beauty of the family. Brad started confusing Willa for Emily and saying she was dead. Then Willa died. She fell down the basement stairs. They moved, hoping to snap Brad out of his stupor but it didn’t help. Now he’s getting overly protective of Anna and saying she’s dead.
Brad appears at the pizza place and Anna takes off, terrified.
Later Cory calls Anna and Brad picks up telling him again that Anna’s dead. Cory goes to Anna’s. He goes into the house. Anna’s screaming that Cory’s come to see her. Brad tells him to get out of there. Cory and Brad get into a fight and Cory finally renders Brad unconscious. Cory wants to call the police (Cory’s thinking! Go Cory!) but Anna just wants to celebrate. She gets a dagger and says it’ll take care of Brad. He tries to stop her but she won’t let him. He holds her back. Brad comes to and Cory warns him to stay away. Brad tells him he tried to warn him, that he wanted to keep Cory safe from her.
Brad tells him the Whole Story. She’s really Willa and Anna was her older sister. She pushed Anna down the stairs. Because their mother is ill and couldn’t handle losing both her daughters Brad didn’t pursue it, he thought she would get better once they moved. But found out she was dressing like Anna and calling herself Anna at school once Cory came around. And she’s been making all the threats to his friend. That he did push Lisa at the school but it was a mistake, he thought she was Anna. He tells Cory to call the police.
Cory tells Lisa the whole story and tells her she should pick his girlfriends for him. She says maybe she should and kisses him. The End. I wonder what happened to Willa.
Friday, May 29, 2009
Still alive, or The Enemy Within, Part 8
Last Time: After Debbie's funeral Dawn confessed everything as she knows it to her brother Dean. He is looking into finding her a good psychologist.
Part 4: Regret and Remorse 1996
Chapter 25: A beheading
[Ooh, doesn’t that sound promising?]
The next morning Sela arrived. Just what I need, Dawn thought. That stuck up snobby little bitch.
“Dawn!” Her mother called. “Sela’s here!”
Great, dawn thought sarcastically. This is exactly what I need. Sela.
“Dawn!!!” her mother called again.
“Coming!”
The day went by rather slowely. School had been canceled for the rest of the week. [In honor of all the deaths, I suppose. That’s four in less than a week.] Sela was staying in the extra bedroom. The bedroom that had once belonged to a young girl. [Chloe? If so that’s kind of creepy.]
Before the Sullivans bought the house, it belonged to a family. They’re name was Phillips.
They were a strange and odd family. They acted rather odd when Dawn had met them seven years before, when they had moved to Creston,California. [They’re in Delaware. And in chapter thirteen Creston was crossed out and replaced with Harrington, so who knows where the hell they are.]
Dawn remembered an old tale about the house. When she had first moved here, the kids at school told her them. But they were just filled with gossip. Jenni had told her the real story. Before Dawn had moved there, their had been two girls. They were step-sisters. And also best friends. They’re names were Thalia and Phoebe Phillips. [I'm pretty sure this was at least partially inspired by Christopher Pike's The Immortal.]
Thalia and Phoebe were best friends until Thalia’s mother married Phoebe’s father. From the wedding on all they did was fight. One day, when they were in school Phoebe smashed Thalia’s head into a locker and busted it open. [Phoebe had to be hella strong.] Luckily Thalia survived. But she was different. And so was Phoebe. They were both extremely violent and inattentive in class. Things had gotten out of hand. [And what does this have to do with our actual story? And why would Jenni have been the expert on this. She’d only been there a year before Dawn.]
Then one night the rest of the family went out and left Thalia and Phoebe alone. Big mistake there. Jenni had once told Dawn that her and Phoebe were cousins. [Okay. That might be why.] Well Jenni was sent to the house to check on the girls. [Yes, send a seven-year-old possible murderess to check on two crazy teenagers.] And when she got there, she saw the most gruesome thing that she would ever seen.
You see, Phoebe had had Dawn’s room, and when Jenni came up, what she saw was unbelievable.
At the top of the stairs was Thalia’s body. Beheaded. The bones were stickin gout of her neck mangled and broken. The puss and the guts were all over the place. And the blood was running down the stairs like a small river. Jenni had told Dawn that, and that there used to be a small path in the back of the house that lead all the way from Jenni’s.
Well anyways, Jenni ran back there [through the river of blood and past the decapitated body.] and saw Phoebe, with Thalia’s missing head. Thalia’s eyes were wide, like she had died in shock.
And Phoebe was laughing. Phoebe said something. Something Jenni had told Dawn that she would never forget. Dawn would never forget either.
“You died in my room Thalia,” she had said to the head. “And do you want to know why you died in my room, Thalia,” she had been pulling Thalia’s Blonde hair out by the roots as she was doing this. “No? Well I’ll tell you why, Thalia. I hate you. And your whore for a mother. You know one time I went in my room, and they were having sex. [That is pretty crass…] Can you believe that? In my room. And do you want to know another thing? I’m a witch. Yes, I practice the dark arts. And I’m damn proud of it.”
By this time Thalia was nearly bald so Phoebe just threw her whole head into the fire. [What fire?]
“Now I’m going to cast a spell. I’m sure we’ll move after the untimely death of your mother. Seven years from tonight the mother of all hells with come to the person who stays in my room.Three to four months before the seven years is up the process of this hell will come to hell.” [WTF? Seriously, where did this come from? And you know, as I‘m sitting here typing this up, I’m thinking, my mother read this thing. When I was twelve I made her. And even more, I TURNED THIS IN AS AN EXTRA CREDIT ASSIGNMENT IN HISTORY. Why was I not put into therapy?]
And that was that. Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.
Dawn had never believed that it was true. At least, she never had before. . . . . .
Chapter 26: A killing
[I wonder what’s going to happen in this chapter!]
The weekend was hell. Sela was such a bitch. She was always telling Dawn what to do. She was so snobby and bitchy all the time. Why the hell was she here again? To help out. I don’t think so. If anything, all she was doing was making life hell.
And not just for Dawn. For Dean too.
Mabey Sela was what made her dream on Saturday night. . . . [Here comes another acid trip. Oh, who am I kidding? This whole book is an acid trip.]
* * * * *
There stood the strange place where all her dreams began lately. And there stood little Dawn Sullivan. All alone.
Then she saw colors. Dark colors. Black, blue, and red. And all of them were as dark as hell. All the colors seemed to be some sort of a fog. And then there was a box.
Dawn suddenly was in the box. [I had a thing with people being trapped in boxes. And that so came from Chain Letter 2.] A box that was a grayish whit. The black, blue, and red sky was above it. But there was glass.
Glass over the box that prevented you from getting out of your eternal damnation. That was at least a simple way of putting it.
Dawn just stood there looking up at the sky for what seemed forever. A movement that she caught out of the corner of her eye got her attention. There was a small little red thing there and it was climbing on a stool.
This dream was not like the others. For it was far more weirder than the others.
[This thing is so hard to read. Curse me for writing in pencil!!!!]
Then everything disappeared. Everything except the little red thing. And she stood. Then it got light again. The little red thing was standing over a bed. And not just any bed. A girls bed. Why does that bed look familiar? Dawn thought. She knew the girl who was lying in the bed. But why was it that she couldn’t remember right now? She didn’t know. She didn’t think that she ever would know. But that little blue thing [I thought it was red.] was pouring something on the girl. Something that smelled bad. Then all of a sudden it hit her. It was showing her who was the next to die. This was all a death row. The people who die are people who were close to Dawn. The red thing was in disguise. It was either Gracie of Lauren. Dawn couldn’t tell. Not yet anyways. And then ther was the girl. The next person on death’s row. And as the little red thing set the girl on fire, it came to her. [Does someone get burned alive? Seriously?]
Chapter 27: Surprise in the locker room
That morning someone else died.
It wasClea. [Ooops. She’s already dead. My mistake.] Shari
PoorClea Shari.
While she was asleep in her bed, apparently someone had come in, poured gasoline on her, and set her on fire. What a horrible way to go. [Did the rest of her family escape the fire?]
The funeral was to be held in three days.
The Police were starting to get frantic with worry. [Five teenage girls have been brutally murdered and they’re just now getting frantic? Did they transfer in from Oregon or something?] There was definitely a murderer on the loose, but no one--at all--had any clues of who the hell was behind them. [Except Dawn.] Dawn was no longer a suspect in this whole mess either.
School wasn’t closed today, so everyone had to go. [So they’ll close school for Chloe and Clea, but not Shari? It‘s because she‘s Jewish, isn‘t it?] It was a Tuesday. A health day. Before everyone got out of school because of the murders, Dawn had left some things in her gym locker. She knew everyone would be in health so she could sneak in and get her things. [While skipping class?] She had taken the keys from her teacher--Miss Carlotto--while she wasn’t looking.
As Dawn came in she heard a squeaking sound. It sounded like a rope. What the hell is a rope doing in the locker room? Dawn asked herself. [How the hell would a rope squeak? I ask to Dawn.]
Then, as she turned the corner, Dawn saw what was making all that noise.
It was Paula Goodrich.
Paula was hanging by her neck. Just simply going back and forth and back and forth. Her big eyes were opend wide with surprise.
“Oh, god,” Dawn whispered. Then, she ran. She just felt that she had to get out of there. [Understandable.] She ran to the showers.
But for some reason, they were all on. [And she couldn’t hear the water running over that squeaky rope.] Then she looked down at the drain in the middle of the floor. Blood was gushing into it.
Thick blood.
Fresh blood.
Then she looked right down at her feet.
Hallie’s blood!
It was Paula and Hallie Goodrich. The were sisters who lived together, so they would be sisters that died together.
Dawn ran out of there scream and yelling; “Help! Help! Two dead bodies are in the girls locker room!”
That sure got people’s attention.
Part 4: Regret and Remorse 1996
Chapter 25: A beheading
[Ooh, doesn’t that sound promising?]
The next morning Sela arrived. Just what I need, Dawn thought. That stuck up snobby little bitch.
“Dawn!” Her mother called. “Sela’s here!”
Great, dawn thought sarcastically. This is exactly what I need. Sela.
“Dawn!!!” her mother called again.
“Coming!”
The day went by rather slowely. School had been canceled for the rest of the week. [In honor of all the deaths, I suppose. That’s four in less than a week.] Sela was staying in the extra bedroom. The bedroom that had once belonged to a young girl. [Chloe? If so that’s kind of creepy.]
Before the Sullivans bought the house, it belonged to a family. They’re name was Phillips.
They were a strange and odd family. They acted rather odd when Dawn had met them seven years before, when they had moved to Creston,
Dawn remembered an old tale about the house. When she had first moved here, the kids at school told her them. But they were just filled with gossip. Jenni had told her the real story. Before Dawn had moved there, their had been two girls. They were step-sisters. And also best friends. They’re names were Thalia and Phoebe Phillips. [I'm pretty sure this was at least partially inspired by Christopher Pike's The Immortal.]
Thalia and Phoebe were best friends until Thalia’s mother married Phoebe’s father. From the wedding on all they did was fight. One day, when they were in school Phoebe smashed Thalia’s head into a locker and busted it open. [Phoebe had to be hella strong.] Luckily Thalia survived. But she was different. And so was Phoebe. They were both extremely violent and inattentive in class. Things had gotten out of hand. [And what does this have to do with our actual story? And why would Jenni have been the expert on this. She’d only been there a year before Dawn.]
Then one night the rest of the family went out and left Thalia and Phoebe alone. Big mistake there. Jenni had once told Dawn that her and Phoebe were cousins. [Okay. That might be why.] Well Jenni was sent to the house to check on the girls. [Yes, send a seven-year-old possible murderess to check on two crazy teenagers.] And when she got there, she saw the most gruesome thing that she would ever seen.
You see, Phoebe had had Dawn’s room, and when Jenni came up, what she saw was unbelievable.
At the top of the stairs was Thalia’s body. Beheaded. The bones were stickin gout of her neck mangled and broken. The puss and the guts were all over the place. And the blood was running down the stairs like a small river. Jenni had told Dawn that, and that there used to be a small path in the back of the house that lead all the way from Jenni’s.
Well anyways, Jenni ran back there [through the river of blood and past the decapitated body.] and saw Phoebe, with Thalia’s missing head. Thalia’s eyes were wide, like she had died in shock.
And Phoebe was laughing. Phoebe said something. Something Jenni had told Dawn that she would never forget. Dawn would never forget either.
“You died in my room Thalia,” she had said to the head. “And do you want to know why you died in my room, Thalia,” she had been pulling Thalia’s Blonde hair out by the roots as she was doing this. “No? Well I’ll tell you why, Thalia. I hate you. And your whore for a mother. You know one time I went in my room, and they were having sex. [That is pretty crass…] Can you believe that? In my room. And do you want to know another thing? I’m a witch. Yes, I practice the dark arts. And I’m damn proud of it.”
By this time Thalia was nearly bald so Phoebe just threw her whole head into the fire. [What fire?]
“Now I’m going to cast a spell. I’m sure we’ll move after the untimely death of your mother. Seven years from tonight the mother of all hells with come to the person who stays in my room.
And that was that. Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust.
Dawn had never believed that it was true. At least, she never had before. . . . . .
Chapter 26: A killing
[I wonder what’s going to happen in this chapter!]
The weekend was hell. Sela was such a bitch. She was always telling Dawn what to do. She was so snobby and bitchy all the time. Why the hell was she here again? To help out. I don’t think so. If anything, all she was doing was making life hell.
And not just for Dawn. For Dean too.
Mabey Sela was what made her dream on Saturday night. . . . [Here comes another acid trip. Oh, who am I kidding? This whole book is an acid trip.]
* * * * *
There stood the strange place where all her dreams began lately. And there stood little Dawn Sullivan. All alone.
Then she saw colors. Dark colors. Black, blue, and red. And all of them were as dark as hell. All the colors seemed to be some sort of a fog. And then there was a box.
Dawn suddenly was in the box. [I had a thing with people being trapped in boxes. And that so came from Chain Letter 2.] A box that was a grayish whit. The black, blue, and red sky was above it. But there was glass.
Glass over the box that prevented you from getting out of your eternal damnation. That was at least a simple way of putting it.
Dawn just stood there looking up at the sky for what seemed forever. A movement that she caught out of the corner of her eye got her attention. There was a small little red thing there and it was climbing on a stool.
This dream was not like the others. For it was far more weirder than the others.
[This thing is so hard to read. Curse me for writing in pencil!!!!]
Then everything disappeared. Everything except the little red thing. And she stood. Then it got light again. The little red thing was standing over a bed. And not just any bed. A girls bed. Why does that bed look familiar? Dawn thought. She knew the girl who was lying in the bed. But why was it that she couldn’t remember right now? She didn’t know. She didn’t think that she ever would know. But that little blue thing [I thought it was red.] was pouring something on the girl. Something that smelled bad. Then all of a sudden it hit her. It was showing her who was the next to die. This was all a death row. The people who die are people who were close to Dawn. The red thing was in disguise. It was either Gracie of Lauren. Dawn couldn’t tell. Not yet anyways. And then ther was the girl. The next person on death’s row. And as the little red thing set the girl on fire, it came to her. [Does someone get burned alive? Seriously?]
Chapter 27: Surprise in the locker room
That morning someone else died.
It was
Poor
While she was asleep in her bed, apparently someone had come in, poured gasoline on her, and set her on fire. What a horrible way to go. [Did the rest of her family escape the fire?]
The funeral was to be held in three days.
The Police were starting to get frantic with worry. [Five teenage girls have been brutally murdered and they’re just now getting frantic? Did they transfer in from Oregon or something?] There was definitely a murderer on the loose, but no one--at all--had any clues of who the hell was behind them. [Except Dawn.] Dawn was no longer a suspect in this whole mess either.
School wasn’t closed today, so everyone had to go. [So they’ll close school for Chloe and Clea, but not Shari? It‘s because she‘s Jewish, isn‘t it?] It was a Tuesday. A health day. Before everyone got out of school because of the murders, Dawn had left some things in her gym locker. She knew everyone would be in health so she could sneak in and get her things. [While skipping class?] She had taken the keys from her teacher--Miss Carlotto--while she wasn’t looking.
As Dawn came in she heard a squeaking sound. It sounded like a rope. What the hell is a rope doing in the locker room? Dawn asked herself. [How the hell would a rope squeak? I ask to Dawn.]
Then, as she turned the corner, Dawn saw what was making all that noise.
It was Paula Goodrich.
Paula was hanging by her neck. Just simply going back and forth and back and forth. Her big eyes were opend wide with surprise.
“Oh, god,” Dawn whispered. Then, she ran. She just felt that she had to get out of there. [Understandable.] She ran to the showers.
But for some reason, they were all on. [And she couldn’t hear the water running over that squeaky rope.] Then she looked down at the drain in the middle of the floor. Blood was gushing into it.
Thick blood.
Fresh blood.
Then she looked right down at her feet.
Hallie’s blood!
It was Paula and Hallie Goodrich. The were sisters who lived together, so they would be sisters that died together.
Dawn ran out of there scream and yelling; “Help! Help! Two dead bodies are in the girls locker room!”
That sure got people’s attention.
Sunday, March 29, 2009
The Enemy Within, Part 5
Previously, on The Enemy Within: We're into the 1990's now, and with it comes our newest bitchy protagonist, Dawn Sullivan, who doesn't like to do homework. Well her buddy Jenni is having memory blackouts and think she might've killed their classmate Savannah Delony whom no one seems to give a rat's ass about, along with a bunch of small children when she was six. Jenni storms up to Dawn in the cafeteria and reveals she's actually the fiendish Gracie! Oh my! Now Gracie wants to meet Dawn alone in the middle of the night at a secluded location. Dawn intelligently agrees. I wonder what's going to happen next...
Chapter 17: A Night of Death
Dawn was walking down to the lake that night with her sister Chloe. [Pronounced like it rhymes with go.] “I still don’t know why you insisted on coming Chloe,” Dawn said.
“Because, if I can’t come, I’ll tell mom and Dad that you snuck out after curfew.”
“And your supposed to be the sister that I like.”
“Oh come on Delta Dawn. Relax. Live a little. Hang ten.” [You know this kids got to die, right?]
“Will you shut up.”
“When you tell my why you’re here, I might consider shutting up.”
“Is that so, Chloe.”
“Yeah it’s so, Delta Dawn.”
“Why do you always call me Delta Dawn.” [It seems like everyone in your family calls you Delta Dawn.]
“It fits.”
“Well, if you really want to know why I’m here, it’s because I’m meeting Jenni here.”
“What does she want.”
“I don’t know. [To kill you.] She’s been acting really weird lately. So I just want to find out what’s wrong with her and get this damn thing over with.” [What a caring friend.]
“Sounds ethical.”
“Since when are you so ethical.”
“Since when do you sware at me.”
“Since you’re getting me pissed off more often.”
“Well thanks for the vote of conf--” Dawn broke her off.
“We’re here, so shut up. Alright.”
“Yeah whatever.”
“Go play by the swings or something. I’m pretty sure Jenni doesn’t want you to here this.”
“Yes sis,” Chloe said saluting Dawn as if she were a military sargant. [I’m kind of starting to like her.] Then she went off to play.
“Jenni,” Dawn called. “Jenni, are you here. Jenni!”
“Hello Dawn,” a raspy voice said behind her a few minutes later.
Dawn jump, startled, and then turned around. “I’m not Jenni. My name is Gracie. Gracie Deck.”
“Uh-huh?” Dawn said quistionally. “Is that a fact.”
“Yes it is. And I’ve been trying to figure out who you are.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Like I said earlier,” she paused and sat on a rock. Dawn did the same. [They must have some big rocks at this lake] “I’ve always had my suspicions about you, and now I want to know if they’re true. So tell me, Dawn, have you always felt different from everyone else?”
“Yeah, duh. I think you would know that.”
“Mabey, mabey not. You never know what’s goin on in other people’s eyes, Because you can’t see through them. [How profound.] Are you getting any of this?”
“I don’t follow.”
“Well here’s another example Dawn. Have you ever wanted something that seems unlikely for you to get, but you get it anyway?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you ever have dreams that you’re someone else?”
“Who doesn’t.”
“No, not like that. Someone real.” [Anyone remember the Buffy the Vampire Slayer movie?]
“Mabey I do Jenni, mabey I don’t.”
“The name is Gracie.”
“That’s nice. I’m going home.” She got up and turned to leave.
“Oh, and Dawn,” she stopped and turned around. “One more thing.” Then Gracie got up and walked over to Dawn. “Take this.” She reached into her pocket and got out an ivory handled knife, and held it out to Dawn. “For your own protection Delta Dawn.” And with that she left. [What? Why did she give her a knife? To give her a fighting chance for when Gracie eventually will try to kill her?]
Then Dawn started walking down to the playground where she left Chloe. “Hey, Chloe. Where are you you crazy bitch?” she called. “Chloe, Chloe.” Dawn was starting to get worried. Where was her sister.
Mabey she fell into the lake, Dawn thought. Dawn made her way down to the lake, and then saw the most terrifying thing she had ever seen in her entire life. She started to scream.
Chapter 18: “Not Chloe”
“No! No! Not my sister! Not Chloe! She can’t be dead! She just can’t!” Then Dawn started to cry. She couldn’t stop. No matter how she tried, she just couldn’t stop crying. [Did anybody NOT see that coming?]
“Oh my got,” an old man said. [Where the hell did he come from?] Then he faced Dawn. “What’s going on here, honey? What happened? Who’s that?” [I don’t know about you, but those wouldn’t be the first words to come out of my mouth after seeing the body of a dead thirteen-year-old. And how did she die anyway? Was she drowned in the lake? Was she stabbed as my characters are so fond of doing when there’s no cliffs to be pushed off of? It would be kind of cool if she was stabbed with the very same knife Gracie gave Dawn, though Gracie must’ve killed her really quick to do it in the time Dawn and Chloe were separated, and without Chloe making a sound.]
“My sister,” she said between sobs. “Chloe. She didn’t do anything wrong. Why did this--” she couldn’t finish her sentence.
“What’s going on here Al?” Dawn heard another guy say. [What? Two old guys out on a moonlit stroll in the middle of the night. Maybe they’re the real killers.]
“Call the cops. A girls been murdered. This is her sister.”
“Right away.” He left. [Notice how they don’t even think to check for a pulse or anything, let alone CPR.]
“It’s going to be Okay. What’s your name Honey?”
“It’s Dawn. Dawn Sullivan.”
“Come into the house Dawn.” [What house? They’re in the middle of a park.]
“Alright.”
* * * * *
The next day at school was a mad house. [What? What about her family’s reaction. I’m sure that was worth reading. Why is she even going to school the day after her sister’s death? Don’t people tend to stay home for a few days, and you know, MOURN?] Everyone was asking her about all the gory details about Chloe’s body. And Jenni was even more upset than Dawn. She was crying consistently. Dawn ran up to her. “Jenni, what’s wrong?” [Because your sister’s death shouldn’t bother her at all…]
“I don’t remember where I was last night. I think--” But Dawn cut her off.
“You didn’t do anything wrong Jenni.”
“How would you know?”
“Because you were with me.”
“I was,” she said questionally.
“Yeah. You and me were talking before Chloe. . . .” She didn’t finish her sentence. It would mak this strange situation real. And Dawn didn’t want that. Not at all. [Repression is the best way to deal with tragedy.]
* * * * *
This is great, Gracie thought. This is just so great. I’ve got all those fucking ass holes fooled. They think that I’m sweet sappy pathetic little Jennifer Louise Miller. Hah. May they all burn in hell for just thinking that. Especially little ol’ Delta Dawn Sullivan. She is just so pathetic. But god knows who she is. She could be Lauren for all I know. But she is one of us. She has to be. She practically admitted it. She get’s thing when she wants it, And she has dreams that she’s other people. [Well that just proves it.] But who does she dreams she is? Is there a slight possibility that whoever she was was born into that body? And forgot who or what she was? God knows, Gracie thought. Only god could know, because, she didn’t.
Chapter 19: Death is but a door
[Time is but a window, I’ll be back. Ghostbusters 2, anyone?]
The funeral was held two days later. School had been closed for the accasion. [Isn’t that nice of the school board?] Chloe was a well-liked fun-to-be-with kind of girl. A lot of people were going to miss her. Especially Dawn. Dawn looked around to see how many of her friends were there. She saw almost all of Chloe’s friends, but how many of her own? Melanie Smith, Debbie Larsen, Shari Lapinski, Justine MacNicols, Jenni Miller of course, Clea Mallone, Shannon Park, Paula and Hallie Goodrich, and Nancy Nite. [It’s been a few chapters since we mentioned her other friends and I needed to remind the reader who they were, especially since some of them had yet to be introduced. On an interesting note they were all actually based on friends I had at the time. I was Dawn, of course. Jenni was Amanda, Debbie was Stephanie, Melanie was Brittany, Paula and Hallie were Paige and Aimee (Rachel and Elizabeth from The Day of Rebecca), Clea was Tiffany, and I can’t recall who the rest were.]
A lot of her friends had come. That was nice of them. The service went on and on, and Jenni kept crying more and more. You’d think she was Chloe’s best friend. Apparently she still though she had killed Chloe. But she couldn’t have. She was with Dawn at the time.
Then Clea walked up to her. “Hi Dawn,” she said. “How’s it going.” [In the middle of the service?]
“Okay I guess.”
“She was killed so brutally. So much blood. So much gore. [Clea’s such a tactful little peach. But at least now we have a clue how she died. I‘m going with my knife hypothesis.] And you were the one to find her. If you ask me, that was the bravest thing anyone could ever go through,” she said.
Clea always knew how to say the wrong thing in the right way. Dawn always had admired her for that. [Okay?] It was one of Clea’s few good qualities. That didn’t necessarily mean that she was a bad person. She just had a lot of stuff to work on.
The service seemed to just go on and on, [I think we went over this just a few paragraphs ago] and Dawn started to feel dizzy. The strangest thing popped ito her head. It was a line from a poem she heard a long time ago;
And the day came,
That the risk it took to
Remain closed in a bud
Became more difficult
Than the risk it took
To blossom.
[This is a poem from MTV’s The Maxx whose true meaning went completely over my twelve-year-old head.]
Wow, Dawn thought. Where did that come from? How do I know it? [I believe you mentioned it was from a poem you heard a long time ago. Just a guess.] Where the hell did it come from?
* * * * *
That night after the funeral Dawn had a dream about Chloe. . . . . .
* * * * *
What the hell. . . , Dawn thought, This is strange dream. She was at school, but everything was large. Larger than they should be. And it was all so bright. Everything was so bright but dark. She could see the bright vibrant colors. But they were dark, like pastel. [I’ve always liked bizarre dream sequences. This is the first of many to come in the future.] Things were definitely getting weird.
She saw all these other kids. They were screaming in agony. Dawn wanted to go over there, to help them, but she couldn’t. She had a certain way to go. A certain path, and she couldn’t get off that path. Then, when the path finally ended, she wasn’t Chloe’s locker. [Let me remind the reader that Chloe went to a different school.]
“Open the door,” she heard a high, shrill voice say. “Open the door. Open the door.”
But Dawn didn’t want to open the door. She knew what was behind it, but she didn’t. She knew that behind that door was something that she just did not want to see. But she opened it anyway. Dawn knew that she could not leave without doing so.
Behind the door was Chloe Sullivan, looking the way she had before that gruesome night when she was brutally murdered. “Dawn,” she said in a serious tone. “Your mother did this. Your mother killed me.”
“But Chloe, mom wouldn’t kill you, she loves you.”
“Not my mother dawn, your mother.”
“But Chloe, we’re sisters.”
“You understand, in your subconscious at least. You have forgotten it for so long. But you have to remember Dawn, who your mother really is.”
“But--”
“All will come in due time, Dawn, and remember the poem.”
“The poem?”
“Yes.” Then she started to fade off into oblivion
“Chloe! Chloe! Where did you go? I want to go to! Chloe!”
[In the margin I wrote in huge letters “Gracie killed Chloe.” I guess just in case somebody didn’t get the dream…]
* * * * *
Dawn woke up crying with her mother’s arms around her. “Dawn, it’s okay, it’s okay sweetie. It was only a bad dream, just a dream. Everything’s fine now.”
“Mom,” Dawn said.
“Yes sweetie.”
“I had a dream about Chloe.”
“I know honey.”
“No, you don’t get it. She was really there. Talking about who killed her.”
“Dawn, it was just a dream. Now go back to sleep.” And then, she left.
The poem, Dawn thought. What poem? Then she remember the poem she thought about earlier, at the funeral;
And the day came,
That the risk it took
To remain closed in a bud,
Became more difficult
Than the risk it took
To blossom.
[Let’s start a count of how many times I repeated this. Current Count: 2]
That poem, she remembered that poem. She didn’t remember where she heard the poem, she just remembered it. Is that what she ment by the poem? When what does it mean. . . . . . .
Chapter 20: Another Death
Dawn awoke the next mourning to the sound of the phone ringing. “Will somebody get that,” she called. But no one answered, and no one did. “Fine, I’ll get it myself.”
She got out of bed and went downstairs. “Hello,” she said.
“Dawn?” It was Jenni.
“Yeah Jen.”
“Someone’s dead.”
“Huh? What do you mean Jenni?”
“I mean I don’t know where I was last night, and when I woke up, I was still dressed in the same clothes I had on last night.”
“So, that doesn’t necessarily mean that you killed somebody. [I think we’ve established that yes, it does.]
“Yeah but--” the phone went dead.
“Jenni! Jenni! Hello! Jenni!” Dawn hung up the phone. “She was just on her way out to go to Jenni’s house when the phone wrang.
“Hello,” she said into the phone.
“Dawn? Is that you?” It was Melanie, and she was crying.
“Melanie, what’s wrong?”
“It’s Debbie.”
“What happened to Debbie? Melanie didn’t aswer. “Melanie! What happened to Debbie? You have to tell me!”
“She’s. . . . . She’s. . . .” Then she broke off crying again. Melanie didn’t have to answer. Dawn knew what happened to Debbie. She was dead. And Dawn had a pretty good idea who was responsible.
“Bye Melanie.” She hung up. Then, right when she was about to leave, she heard knocking on the door. “What is it now?” she muttered under her breath. Dawn opened the door.
It was a police officer. “Yes, can I help you sir.”
“Yes. Put your hands behind your back.”
“What?”
He cuffed her. “You are under arrest for the murder of Chloe Sullivan and Deborah Larson. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorny. . . . .” [Is this legal? She is a minor.] And as he read her her rights, the only thing going through her mind was; I’m not guilty, I’m not guilty. I didn’t do anything. I’m innocent. Innocent.
Chapter 17: A Night of Death
Dawn was walking down to the lake that night with her sister Chloe. [Pronounced like it rhymes with go.] “I still don’t know why you insisted on coming Chloe,” Dawn said.
“Because, if I can’t come, I’ll tell mom and Dad that you snuck out after curfew.”
“And your supposed to be the sister that I like.”
“Oh come on Delta Dawn. Relax. Live a little. Hang ten.” [You know this kids got to die, right?]
“Will you shut up.”
“When you tell my why you’re here, I might consider shutting up.”
“Is that so, Chloe.”
“Yeah it’s so, Delta Dawn.”
“Why do you always call me Delta Dawn.” [It seems like everyone in your family calls you Delta Dawn.]
“It fits.”
“Well, if you really want to know why I’m here, it’s because I’m meeting Jenni here.”
“What does she want.”
“I don’t know. [To kill you.] She’s been acting really weird lately. So I just want to find out what’s wrong with her and get this damn thing over with.” [What a caring friend.]
“Sounds ethical.”
“Since when are you so ethical.”
“Since when do you sware at me.”
“Since you’re getting me pissed off more often.”
“Well thanks for the vote of conf--” Dawn broke her off.
“We’re here, so shut up. Alright.”
“Yeah whatever.”
“Go play by the swings or something. I’m pretty sure Jenni doesn’t want you to here this.”
“Yes sis,” Chloe said saluting Dawn as if she were a military sargant. [I’m kind of starting to like her.] Then she went off to play.
“Jenni,” Dawn called. “Jenni, are you here. Jenni!”
“Hello Dawn,” a raspy voice said behind her a few minutes later.
Dawn jump, startled, and then turned around. “I’m not Jenni. My name is Gracie. Gracie Deck.”
“Uh-huh?” Dawn said quistionally. “Is that a fact.”
“Yes it is. And I’ve been trying to figure out who you are.”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Like I said earlier,” she paused and sat on a rock. Dawn did the same. [They must have some big rocks at this lake] “I’ve always had my suspicions about you, and now I want to know if they’re true. So tell me, Dawn, have you always felt different from everyone else?”
“Yeah, duh. I think you would know that.”
“Mabey, mabey not. You never know what’s goin on in other people’s eyes, Because you can’t see through them. [How profound.] Are you getting any of this?”
“I don’t follow.”
“Well here’s another example Dawn. Have you ever wanted something that seems unlikely for you to get, but you get it anyway?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you ever have dreams that you’re someone else?”
“Who doesn’t.”
“No, not like that. Someone real.” [Anyone remember the Buffy the Vampire Slayer movie?]
“Mabey I do Jenni, mabey I don’t.”
“The name is Gracie.”
“That’s nice. I’m going home.” She got up and turned to leave.
“Oh, and Dawn,” she stopped and turned around. “One more thing.” Then Gracie got up and walked over to Dawn. “Take this.” She reached into her pocket and got out an ivory handled knife, and held it out to Dawn. “For your own protection Delta Dawn.” And with that she left. [What? Why did she give her a knife? To give her a fighting chance for when Gracie eventually will try to kill her?]
Then Dawn started walking down to the playground where she left Chloe. “Hey, Chloe. Where are you you crazy bitch?” she called. “Chloe, Chloe.” Dawn was starting to get worried. Where was her sister.
Mabey she fell into the lake, Dawn thought. Dawn made her way down to the lake, and then saw the most terrifying thing she had ever seen in her entire life. She started to scream.
Chapter 18: “Not Chloe”
“No! No! Not my sister! Not Chloe! She can’t be dead! She just can’t!” Then Dawn started to cry. She couldn’t stop. No matter how she tried, she just couldn’t stop crying. [Did anybody NOT see that coming?]
“Oh my got,” an old man said. [Where the hell did he come from?] Then he faced Dawn. “What’s going on here, honey? What happened? Who’s that?” [I don’t know about you, but those wouldn’t be the first words to come out of my mouth after seeing the body of a dead thirteen-year-old. And how did she die anyway? Was she drowned in the lake? Was she stabbed as my characters are so fond of doing when there’s no cliffs to be pushed off of? It would be kind of cool if she was stabbed with the very same knife Gracie gave Dawn, though Gracie must’ve killed her really quick to do it in the time Dawn and Chloe were separated, and without Chloe making a sound.]
“My sister,” she said between sobs. “Chloe. She didn’t do anything wrong. Why did this--” she couldn’t finish her sentence.
“What’s going on here Al?” Dawn heard another guy say. [What? Two old guys out on a moonlit stroll in the middle of the night. Maybe they’re the real killers.]
“Call the cops. A girls been murdered. This is her sister.”
“Right away.” He left. [Notice how they don’t even think to check for a pulse or anything, let alone CPR.]
“It’s going to be Okay. What’s your name Honey?”
“It’s Dawn. Dawn Sullivan.”
“Come into the house Dawn.” [What house? They’re in the middle of a park.]
“Alright.”
* * * * *
The next day at school was a mad house. [What? What about her family’s reaction. I’m sure that was worth reading. Why is she even going to school the day after her sister’s death? Don’t people tend to stay home for a few days, and you know, MOURN?] Everyone was asking her about all the gory details about Chloe’s body. And Jenni was even more upset than Dawn. She was crying consistently. Dawn ran up to her. “Jenni, what’s wrong?” [Because your sister’s death shouldn’t bother her at all…]
“I don’t remember where I was last night. I think--” But Dawn cut her off.
“You didn’t do anything wrong Jenni.”
“How would you know?”
“Because you were with me.”
“I was,” she said questionally.
“Yeah. You and me were talking before Chloe. . . .” She didn’t finish her sentence. It would mak this strange situation real. And Dawn didn’t want that. Not at all. [Repression is the best way to deal with tragedy.]
* * * * *
This is great, Gracie thought. This is just so great. I’ve got all those fucking ass holes fooled. They think that I’m sweet sappy pathetic little Jennifer Louise Miller. Hah. May they all burn in hell for just thinking that. Especially little ol’ Delta Dawn Sullivan. She is just so pathetic. But god knows who she is. She could be Lauren for all I know. But she is one of us. She has to be. She practically admitted it. She get’s thing when she wants it, And she has dreams that she’s other people. [Well that just proves it.] But who does she dreams she is? Is there a slight possibility that whoever she was was born into that body? And forgot who or what she was? God knows, Gracie thought. Only god could know, because, she didn’t.
Chapter 19: Death is but a door
[Time is but a window, I’ll be back. Ghostbusters 2, anyone?]
The funeral was held two days later. School had been closed for the accasion. [Isn’t that nice of the school board?] Chloe was a well-liked fun-to-be-with kind of girl. A lot of people were going to miss her. Especially Dawn. Dawn looked around to see how many of her friends were there. She saw almost all of Chloe’s friends, but how many of her own? Melanie Smith, Debbie Larsen, Shari Lapinski, Justine MacNicols, Jenni Miller of course, Clea Mallone, Shannon Park, Paula and Hallie Goodrich, and Nancy Nite. [It’s been a few chapters since we mentioned her other friends and I needed to remind the reader who they were, especially since some of them had yet to be introduced. On an interesting note they were all actually based on friends I had at the time. I was Dawn, of course. Jenni was Amanda, Debbie was Stephanie, Melanie was Brittany, Paula and Hallie were Paige and Aimee (Rachel and Elizabeth from The Day of Rebecca), Clea was Tiffany, and I can’t recall who the rest were.]
A lot of her friends had come. That was nice of them. The service went on and on, and Jenni kept crying more and more. You’d think she was Chloe’s best friend. Apparently she still though she had killed Chloe. But she couldn’t have. She was with Dawn at the time.
Then Clea walked up to her. “Hi Dawn,” she said. “How’s it going.” [In the middle of the service?]
“Okay I guess.”
“She was killed so brutally. So much blood. So much gore. [Clea’s such a tactful little peach. But at least now we have a clue how she died. I‘m going with my knife hypothesis.] And you were the one to find her. If you ask me, that was the bravest thing anyone could ever go through,” she said.
Clea always knew how to say the wrong thing in the right way. Dawn always had admired her for that. [Okay?] It was one of Clea’s few good qualities. That didn’t necessarily mean that she was a bad person. She just had a lot of stuff to work on.
The service seemed to just go on and on, [I think we went over this just a few paragraphs ago] and Dawn started to feel dizzy. The strangest thing popped ito her head. It was a line from a poem she heard a long time ago;
And the day came,
That the risk it took to
Remain closed in a bud
Became more difficult
Than the risk it took
To blossom.
[This is a poem from MTV’s The Maxx whose true meaning went completely over my twelve-year-old head.]
Wow, Dawn thought. Where did that come from? How do I know it? [I believe you mentioned it was from a poem you heard a long time ago. Just a guess.] Where the hell did it come from?
* * * * *
That night after the funeral Dawn had a dream about Chloe. . . . . .
* * * * *
What the hell. . . , Dawn thought, This is strange dream. She was at school, but everything was large. Larger than they should be. And it was all so bright. Everything was so bright but dark. She could see the bright vibrant colors. But they were dark, like pastel. [I’ve always liked bizarre dream sequences. This is the first of many to come in the future.] Things were definitely getting weird.
She saw all these other kids. They were screaming in agony. Dawn wanted to go over there, to help them, but she couldn’t. She had a certain way to go. A certain path, and she couldn’t get off that path. Then, when the path finally ended, she wasn’t Chloe’s locker. [Let me remind the reader that Chloe went to a different school.]
“Open the door,” she heard a high, shrill voice say. “Open the door. Open the door.”
But Dawn didn’t want to open the door. She knew what was behind it, but she didn’t. She knew that behind that door was something that she just did not want to see. But she opened it anyway. Dawn knew that she could not leave without doing so.
Behind the door was Chloe Sullivan, looking the way she had before that gruesome night when she was brutally murdered. “Dawn,” she said in a serious tone. “Your mother did this. Your mother killed me.”
“But Chloe, mom wouldn’t kill you, she loves you.”
“Not my mother dawn, your mother.”
“But Chloe, we’re sisters.”
“You understand, in your subconscious at least. You have forgotten it for so long. But you have to remember Dawn, who your mother really is.”
“But--”
“All will come in due time, Dawn, and remember the poem.”
“The poem?”
“Yes.” Then she started to fade off into oblivion
“Chloe! Chloe! Where did you go? I want to go to! Chloe!”
[In the margin I wrote in huge letters “Gracie killed Chloe.” I guess just in case somebody didn’t get the dream…]
* * * * *
Dawn woke up crying with her mother’s arms around her. “Dawn, it’s okay, it’s okay sweetie. It was only a bad dream, just a dream. Everything’s fine now.”
“Mom,” Dawn said.
“Yes sweetie.”
“I had a dream about Chloe.”
“I know honey.”
“No, you don’t get it. She was really there. Talking about who killed her.”
“Dawn, it was just a dream. Now go back to sleep.” And then, she left.
The poem, Dawn thought. What poem? Then she remember the poem she thought about earlier, at the funeral;
And the day came,
That the risk it took
To remain closed in a bud,
Became more difficult
Than the risk it took
To blossom.
[Let’s start a count of how many times I repeated this. Current Count: 2]
That poem, she remembered that poem. She didn’t remember where she heard the poem, she just remembered it. Is that what she ment by the poem? When what does it mean. . . . . . .
Chapter 20: Another Death
Dawn awoke the next mourning to the sound of the phone ringing. “Will somebody get that,” she called. But no one answered, and no one did. “Fine, I’ll get it myself.”
She got out of bed and went downstairs. “Hello,” she said.
“Dawn?” It was Jenni.
“Yeah Jen.”
“Someone’s dead.”
“Huh? What do you mean Jenni?”
“I mean I don’t know where I was last night, and when I woke up, I was still dressed in the same clothes I had on last night.”
“So, that doesn’t necessarily mean that you killed somebody. [I think we’ve established that yes, it does.]
“Yeah but--” the phone went dead.
“Jenni! Jenni! Hello! Jenni!” Dawn hung up the phone. “She was just on her way out to go to Jenni’s house when the phone wrang.
“Hello,” she said into the phone.
“Dawn? Is that you?” It was Melanie, and she was crying.
“Melanie, what’s wrong?”
“It’s Debbie.”
“What happened to Debbie? Melanie didn’t aswer. “Melanie! What happened to Debbie? You have to tell me!”
“She’s. . . . . She’s. . . .” Then she broke off crying again. Melanie didn’t have to answer. Dawn knew what happened to Debbie. She was dead. And Dawn had a pretty good idea who was responsible.
“Bye Melanie.” She hung up. Then, right when she was about to leave, she heard knocking on the door. “What is it now?” she muttered under her breath. Dawn opened the door.
It was a police officer. “Yes, can I help you sir.”
“Yes. Put your hands behind your back.”
“What?”
He cuffed her. “You are under arrest for the murder of Chloe Sullivan and Deborah Larson. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorny. . . . .” [Is this legal? She is a minor.] And as he read her her rights, the only thing going through her mind was; I’m not guilty, I’m not guilty. I didn’t do anything. I’m innocent. Innocent.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
The Enemy Within, Part 4
Last time on The Enemy Within: Best friends Gracie Deck and Lauren Sanders crossed into another dimension and found themselves unable to return home. Gracie blamed Lauren and it started a bitter feud between them and they've been trying to kill each other ever since. They landed themselves into some strange purgatory where the ruler of the weird disembodied spirits made them the God mothers of each others children. Yeah. I'm just as confused as you are.
Part 3: Despair 1996
Chapter 13: Jenni has a problem
Black haired, blue eyed beauty [I’m a sucker for this combination] Dawn Sullivan walked out of the crowded corridor ofHarrington Creston High School. What a horrible day, she thought. It has got to be one of the worst days of all time. [Is it just me, or are all of my heroins complete melodramatic bitches?] Fist it was pouring and the bus was two hours late. Then her boyfriend dumped her for her friend Debbie. She didn’t blame Debbie though. Dan [Spam] had a wandering eye. And when temptation knocks you answer, you don’t question. Then, in science, her best friend Jenni Miller was being a complete bitch. Now, it was still pouring and her bus wasn’t here yet so she had to wait in the rain for the fucking bus.
When the bus finally came, and she went home. She didn’t do her homework. Dawn hated homework. So she just watched TV. [This is what I did. This is why I graduated high school with a 1.9 GPA. This is why I didn‘t get to go to college, and move on to a successful career. The moral of this story kids, is DO YOUR FUCKING HOMEWORK! Okay, I‘m done ranting.] Dawn hated a lot of things. Like her brother, Dean. Her sisters, Liegh and Chloe [Which I thought was pronounced like it rhymes with go.]. They were annoying. All of them. Except Chloe, who was one year younger. Liegh was fourteen months, and Dean was five minutes older. [Is Liegh fourteen months older, or fourteen months old?]
Just then the phone rang. “Hello,” Dawn answered.
“Hi Dawn.”
“Hi Jen.”
“Can you come over? I’m really scared. I don’t know what to do. Things are happening. Weird things. Please come over! I need to talk to you. But not over the phone. Please!” [Well that’s cryptic.]
“Sure. What’s wrong Jenni?”
“Come over. And I’ll tell you.”
“I’ll be right there.”
“Thanks Dawn. Really. I mean it.”
“Yeah. Bye.”
“Bye.”
* * * * *
Dawn walked up to Jenni’s family’s old Victorian two storie’d house and rang the doorbell. [Nice to know my obsession with Victorian houses goes so far back.] She heard Jenni coming down the stairs quickly.
“Hi Dawn. Come in.” Jenni led Dawn to the living room.
“So, what was so important that you couldn’t tell me what was going on over the phone?”
“I don’t know how to start. From when I was six I suppose.”
“Why when you were six?”
“Because that was when things started happening. When I was six I had blackouts. I remember once I was going on a date with my boyfriend and I had a blackout. [When you were SIX?] I woke up the next day in my bed. And Jack was dead. I think I killed him. The police didn’t question me thought, even when they knew that I was the last person to see him alive. [When you were six you not only had a boyfriend, but you killed him. Heavy.] I had seven more blackouts, and three more people wound up dead. Two were my best friends; Emily and Jessie. And the other was my ex-boyfriend Jeff. [She got around, didn’t she?] I didn’t know what to do. Then people started to talk.” [Started too.]
“About what?” [What do you think, Dawn?]
“About how well I knew these people. About how I knew ther daily routines and where and when they would be in certain places.” [I’m guessing these six-year-olds weren’t supervised all that much.]
“In other words they thought you killed them.” [She was a six-year-old serial killer.]
“Yeah. My mother couldn’t bear the thought of her precious little Jenni, a murderer. She got sick and tired of all the rumors, so we moved.”
“God. How could you live with it?” [She‘s taking this rather well, don’t‘ you think? A little too well.]
“I don’t know. But you know how Savannah Delony ; who turned up dead last weekend?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t remember where I was that day.”
“Are you saying that--”
“I’ve been having blackouts again. I think I killed her.”
* * * * *
Chapter 14: A Bad Day
My god, Dawn thought. Jenni, a murderer. I can’t believe it. I won’t believe it. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. Why? Jenni wasn’t a particularly cruel person. She was generally nice. But what does--
Her thoughts were cut off as she slammed right into Paula Goodrich. Oh shit. Now she’s going to be following me around for the rest of the day apologizing. Paula was a general wannabe. [There was a certain song that was popular around this time that I in no way liked or ever listened to and knew all the words.] She had the same raven black hair and sapphire blue eyes as Dawn, so in turn, she thought that she was Dawn’s best friend and was always trying to be like her. She dressed in the same style as Dawn. Listened to the same music. She even went as far as shoes and haircuts. Paula was scary. [Stalker]
“Oh Dawn, I am so sorry. It was my fault.” She helped Dawn to her feet. “Are you all right? Mabey I should take you to the emergency room.” [For bumping into you?]
“I’m all right Paula.”
“Are you sure. Mabey we should have you checked out. Just to be on the safe side.” [I think she wants to check Dawn over herself.]
“Paula, I’m fine. I don’t need to go the emergency room.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yea! I’m sure. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going home.”
“Hey Paula, Dawn,” said the childish voice of twelve year oldHolly Hallie Goodrich. Too late, Dawn thought. “Dawn, where are ya goin’?”
“She’s going homeHolly Hallie.”
“Why?”
“Whe was in an accident,Holly Hallie. And she was hurt.” Paula turned towards Dawn. “Come on Dawn. Let’s get you home.” So then Paula grabbed her wrist and brought her home.
It’s funny, Dawn thought. The lengths Paula would go to to get my attention. There was defenent competition between the two sisters. Hallie was definitely the more beautiful of the two, and I think that’s why Paula resents Hallie so much. It also had to do with the fact that their parents play favorites. It’s funny. [I think sad is a better description, personally.]
When they got to Dawn’s house Paula said goodbye and ran across the street to her own house. Goodbye, and good riddance, Dawn thought, as she went inside. She found that no one was home except Dean who was working on his homework. “Hi Dino,” she said. “Doin’ homework like a good little boy.” [Unlike you, you stupid bitch.]
“Shut up Delta Dawn.” [Delta Dawn is a really old song that I heard when I was a kid and sort of liked, and it made me like the name Dawn. Then I read Dawn by V.C. Andrew’s ghostwriter, and I didn’t like the name Dawn so much.]
“Shut up yourself Deany Weinie.”
“I’ll be in my room Delta.” Then he picked up all of his books and went upstairs.
“What a cry baby.” Then she went upstairs.
* * * * *
Gracie walked into Jenni’s bedroom in Jennie’s body. [The shock! I didn’t see that one coming!] “This is just great,” she said slamming the door behind her. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice this before. Dawn has to be Lauren. She just has to. I always get this feeling when I’m around Lauren. But for some reason it feels different this time. Like it’s not Lauren. But that’s impossible. Mabey Dawn’s another one, and she knows about me.”
This just can’t be for real. Luaren’s not in Delaware. She’s in Florida. I think. Then it has to be another one. But who the hell can it be without giving me sighns of wht it was. What’s going on? Who is she? What is she?
* * * * *
Chapter 15: Nightmare on Rosemont Lane [So original with the titles, wasn’t I?]
Dawn Sullivan walked dizzily in the deserted corridor atHarrington Creston High School. That’s strange, she thought. Where is everybody? I’ll go look for Jenni. She’ll know what’s going on.
She started to walk toward the freshman hall. Toward Jenni’s locker. [So they’re fourteen.] Jenni would be there. But Jenni wasn’t there. And niether was her locker. The school was gone too. Suddenly she was two years old again and in the garden back home. That was so long ago. How did she last all of these years? She didn’t know.
Dawn was once again two years old. But she wasn’t herself. Instead of having her long silky black hair, she had short, think, brown hair, and she saw two adults. Both pale. One with light hair, one with dark hair. And the strangest thought entered her head.
Mother. . . .
[Come on, can anyone guess what’s going on here? I’m dying to know.]
* * * * *
Dawn sat up in bed. She was drenched in cold sweat. What a dream, she thought. Then she layed down and fell back to sleep with the thought of that day in her head. The day she had almost forgot. The day she last saw her mother. She hadn’t thought about that day. The day she crossed over.
* * * * *
Chapter 16: Hello Gracie
The next day at school Dawn was sitting with her friends.
“Has anyone seen Dan?” Debbie Larson asked. [Isn’t she the sensitive one, even though Dawn doesn’t really seem to care that he dumped her.] Then she looked over across the table at Dawn. “Mabey I shouldn’t have said that.”
“It’s OK,” Dawn said. “I’m completely over Dinky Boy.” [I called a lot of people Dinky Boy.]
“Gee, that was fast. Just yesterday you were all upset about the fucking way he treated you,” Melanie said. Melanie Smith wasn’t the kind of person who was sensitive to other people’s feelings. She always had a way to spoil a moment. And she liked it that way. Dawn had always thought that that was how she stayed in control. She was a very insecure person.
After Melanie said that Justine gave her a look like Melanie had done something. “Nice going Melanie.”
“But you know,” said Shari Lapinski. “Dawn told me that the relationship between them has been coming to an end for along time now. Isn’t that right, Dawn?”
“Yeah,” Dawn replied. Shari knew how insensitive Melanie could be and how Melanie loved to torture people like that. But Shari Lapinski didn’t like to give Melanie Smith the satisfaction and for that Dawn was thankful. [I had to keep repeating their whole name so you’d remember the characters in this story since there are so many, many of them.]
Just then Jenni walked up to the table where Dawn Sullivan, Shari Lapinski, Debbie Larson, Melanie Smith, and Justine MacNicols. That’s strange, Dawn thought. Jenni doesn’t have lunch this bell. Weird. “Hi Jen.”
“Oh shut the hell up with the small talk Dawn. I need to talk to you.” Everyone just sat there. “Alone.”
“Come one you guys,” said Melanie. “There’s an empty table right over there.” [Isn’t that nice of her.] Then they left.
“What’s wrong with you?” Dawn asked.
“Who are you talking to Bitch? Me, or Jenni.” [Same old Gracie. Just as discreet as ever…]
“What do you mean? Like. . . .” Dawn was too stunned finish her sentence.
“Multiple personalities,” Jenni or whoever finished for her. “Not exactly kid. I may look and talk like her right now, because I am living in her body. And for that reason only. I am her.” She paused and looked at Dawn. “I’ve had my suspicions ever since the day I met you.”
“Suspicions about what?”
“You’ll understand in dew time. Meet me at the lake tonigh at midnigh. Okay.” [Not the woods? Really?]
“Yeah. Okay.” [You’re going to meet your best friend, who is more or less a confessed MURDERESS, in the middle of the night at a secluded location. Not so smart, methinks.]
“I have to ask you a few questions.” Then she left.
Then Melanie, Shari, Debbie, and Justine walked over to dawn. “What the hell did she want,” Melanie asked.
“To be honest I don’t really know.”
“That’s one of the dumbest things I have ever heard. You don’t know what she wants. She came over, told Debbie, Shari, Justine, and me to get the fuck oughta here, she practically screams at you, and you don’t know what the hell she wants.” [She’s a bitch, but she’s right.]
“No.”
“This girl can’t be fore real.” Then Melanie got her book bag and right before she left the cafeteria she ran slam into the principal. But lucky for her, he was too stunned by the blow to realize who it was.
“I honestly don’t know.”
Part 3: Despair 1996
Chapter 13: Jenni has a problem
Black haired, blue eyed beauty [I’m a sucker for this combination] Dawn Sullivan walked out of the crowded corridor of
When the bus finally came, and she went home. She didn’t do her homework. Dawn hated homework. So she just watched TV. [This is what I did. This is why I graduated high school with a 1.9 GPA. This is why I didn‘t get to go to college, and move on to a successful career. The moral of this story kids, is DO YOUR FUCKING HOMEWORK! Okay, I‘m done ranting.] Dawn hated a lot of things. Like her brother, Dean. Her sisters, Liegh and Chloe [Which I thought was pronounced like it rhymes with go.]. They were annoying. All of them. Except Chloe, who was one year younger. Liegh was fourteen months, and Dean was five minutes older. [Is Liegh fourteen months older, or fourteen months old?]
Just then the phone rang. “Hello,” Dawn answered.
“Hi Dawn.”
“Hi Jen.”
“Can you come over? I’m really scared. I don’t know what to do. Things are happening. Weird things. Please come over! I need to talk to you. But not over the phone. Please!” [Well that’s cryptic.]
“Sure. What’s wrong Jenni?”
“Come over. And I’ll tell you.”
“I’ll be right there.”
“Thanks Dawn. Really. I mean it.”
“Yeah. Bye.”
“Bye.”
* * * * *
Dawn walked up to Jenni’s family’s old Victorian two storie’d house and rang the doorbell. [Nice to know my obsession with Victorian houses goes so far back.] She heard Jenni coming down the stairs quickly.
“Hi Dawn. Come in.” Jenni led Dawn to the living room.
“So, what was so important that you couldn’t tell me what was going on over the phone?”
“I don’t know how to start. From when I was six I suppose.”
“Why when you were six?”
“Because that was when things started happening. When I was six I had blackouts. I remember once I was going on a date with my boyfriend and I had a blackout. [When you were SIX?] I woke up the next day in my bed. And Jack was dead. I think I killed him. The police didn’t question me thought, even when they knew that I was the last person to see him alive. [When you were six you not only had a boyfriend, but you killed him. Heavy.] I had seven more blackouts, and three more people wound up dead. Two were my best friends; Emily and Jessie. And the other was my ex-boyfriend Jeff. [She got around, didn’t she?] I didn’t know what to do. Then people started to talk.” [Started too.]
“About what?” [What do you think, Dawn?]
“About how well I knew these people. About how I knew ther daily routines and where and when they would be in certain places.” [I’m guessing these six-year-olds weren’t supervised all that much.]
“In other words they thought you killed them.” [She was a six-year-old serial killer.]
“Yeah. My mother couldn’t bear the thought of her precious little Jenni, a murderer. She got sick and tired of all the rumors, so we moved.”
“God. How could you live with it?” [She‘s taking this rather well, don’t‘ you think? A little too well.]
“I don’t know. But you know how Savannah Delony ; who turned up dead last weekend?”
“Yeah.”
“I don’t remember where I was that day.”
“Are you saying that--”
“I’ve been having blackouts again. I think I killed her.”
* * * * *
Chapter 14: A Bad Day
My god, Dawn thought. Jenni, a murderer. I can’t believe it. I won’t believe it. She wouldn’t. She couldn’t. Why? Jenni wasn’t a particularly cruel person. She was generally nice. But what does--
Her thoughts were cut off as she slammed right into Paula Goodrich. Oh shit. Now she’s going to be following me around for the rest of the day apologizing. Paula was a general wannabe. [There was a certain song that was popular around this time that I in no way liked or ever listened to and knew all the words.] She had the same raven black hair and sapphire blue eyes as Dawn, so in turn, she thought that she was Dawn’s best friend and was always trying to be like her. She dressed in the same style as Dawn. Listened to the same music. She even went as far as shoes and haircuts. Paula was scary. [Stalker]
“Oh Dawn, I am so sorry. It was my fault.” She helped Dawn to her feet. “Are you all right? Mabey I should take you to the emergency room.” [For bumping into you?]
“I’m all right Paula.”
“Are you sure. Mabey we should have you checked out. Just to be on the safe side.” [I think she wants to check Dawn over herself.]
“Paula, I’m fine. I don’t need to go the emergency room.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yea! I’m sure. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going home.”
“Hey Paula, Dawn,” said the childish voice of twelve year old
“She’s going home
“Why?”
“Whe was in an accident,
It’s funny, Dawn thought. The lengths Paula would go to to get my attention. There was defenent competition between the two sisters. Hallie was definitely the more beautiful of the two, and I think that’s why Paula resents Hallie so much. It also had to do with the fact that their parents play favorites. It’s funny. [I think sad is a better description, personally.]
When they got to Dawn’s house Paula said goodbye and ran across the street to her own house. Goodbye, and good riddance, Dawn thought, as she went inside. She found that no one was home except Dean who was working on his homework. “Hi Dino,” she said. “Doin’ homework like a good little boy.” [Unlike you, you stupid bitch.]
“Shut up Delta Dawn.” [Delta Dawn is a really old song that I heard when I was a kid and sort of liked, and it made me like the name Dawn. Then I read Dawn by V.C. Andrew’s ghostwriter, and I didn’t like the name Dawn so much.]
“Shut up yourself Deany Weinie.”
“I’ll be in my room Delta.” Then he picked up all of his books and went upstairs.
“What a cry baby.” Then she went upstairs.
* * * * *
Gracie walked into Jenni’s bedroom in Jennie’s body. [The shock! I didn’t see that one coming!] “This is just great,” she said slamming the door behind her. “I can’t believe I didn’t notice this before. Dawn has to be Lauren. She just has to. I always get this feeling when I’m around Lauren. But for some reason it feels different this time. Like it’s not Lauren. But that’s impossible. Mabey Dawn’s another one, and she knows about me.”
This just can’t be for real. Luaren’s not in Delaware. She’s in Florida. I think. Then it has to be another one. But who the hell can it be without giving me sighns of wht it was. What’s going on? Who is she? What is she?
* * * * *
Chapter 15: Nightmare on Rosemont Lane [So original with the titles, wasn’t I?]
Dawn Sullivan walked dizzily in the deserted corridor at
She started to walk toward the freshman hall. Toward Jenni’s locker. [So they’re fourteen.] Jenni would be there. But Jenni wasn’t there. And niether was her locker. The school was gone too. Suddenly she was two years old again and in the garden back home. That was so long ago. How did she last all of these years? She didn’t know.
Dawn was once again two years old. But she wasn’t herself. Instead of having her long silky black hair, she had short, think, brown hair, and she saw two adults. Both pale. One with light hair, one with dark hair. And the strangest thought entered her head.
Mother. . . .
[Come on, can anyone guess what’s going on here? I’m dying to know.]
* * * * *
Dawn sat up in bed. She was drenched in cold sweat. What a dream, she thought. Then she layed down and fell back to sleep with the thought of that day in her head. The day she had almost forgot. The day she last saw her mother. She hadn’t thought about that day. The day she crossed over.
* * * * *
Chapter 16: Hello Gracie
The next day at school Dawn was sitting with her friends.
“Has anyone seen Dan?” Debbie Larson asked. [Isn’t she the sensitive one, even though Dawn doesn’t really seem to care that he dumped her.] Then she looked over across the table at Dawn. “Mabey I shouldn’t have said that.”
“It’s OK,” Dawn said. “I’m completely over Dinky Boy.” [I called a lot of people Dinky Boy.]
“Gee, that was fast. Just yesterday you were all upset about the fucking way he treated you,” Melanie said. Melanie Smith wasn’t the kind of person who was sensitive to other people’s feelings. She always had a way to spoil a moment. And she liked it that way. Dawn had always thought that that was how she stayed in control. She was a very insecure person.
After Melanie said that Justine gave her a look like Melanie had done something. “Nice going Melanie.”
“But you know,” said Shari Lapinski. “Dawn told me that the relationship between them has been coming to an end for along time now. Isn’t that right, Dawn?”
“Yeah,” Dawn replied. Shari knew how insensitive Melanie could be and how Melanie loved to torture people like that. But Shari Lapinski didn’t like to give Melanie Smith the satisfaction and for that Dawn was thankful. [I had to keep repeating their whole name so you’d remember the characters in this story since there are so many, many of them.]
Just then Jenni walked up to the table where Dawn Sullivan, Shari Lapinski, Debbie Larson, Melanie Smith, and Justine MacNicols. That’s strange, Dawn thought. Jenni doesn’t have lunch this bell. Weird. “Hi Jen.”
“Oh shut the hell up with the small talk Dawn. I need to talk to you.” Everyone just sat there. “Alone.”
“Come one you guys,” said Melanie. “There’s an empty table right over there.” [Isn’t that nice of her.] Then they left.
“What’s wrong with you?” Dawn asked.
“Who are you talking to Bitch? Me, or Jenni.” [Same old Gracie. Just as discreet as ever…]
“What do you mean? Like. . . .” Dawn was too stunned finish her sentence.
“Multiple personalities,” Jenni or whoever finished for her. “Not exactly kid. I may look and talk like her right now, because I am living in her body. And for that reason only. I am her.” She paused and looked at Dawn. “I’ve had my suspicions ever since the day I met you.”
“Suspicions about what?”
“You’ll understand in dew time. Meet me at the lake tonigh at midnigh. Okay.” [Not the woods? Really?]
“Yeah. Okay.” [You’re going to meet your best friend, who is more or less a confessed MURDERESS, in the middle of the night at a secluded location. Not so smart, methinks.]
“I have to ask you a few questions.” Then she left.
Then Melanie, Shari, Debbie, and Justine walked over to dawn. “What the hell did she want,” Melanie asked.
“To be honest I don’t really know.”
“That’s one of the dumbest things I have ever heard. You don’t know what she wants. She came over, told Debbie, Shari, Justine, and me to get the fuck oughta here, she practically screams at you, and you don’t know what the hell she wants.” [She’s a bitch, but she’s right.]
“No.”
“This girl can’t be fore real.” Then Melanie got her book bag and right before she left the cafeteria she ran slam into the principal. But lucky for her, he was too stunned by the blow to realize who it was.
“I honestly don’t know.”
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Jimmy Dearest, Part Two
Last time: Sarah Devens stumbled upon the body of her dead teacher, literally. She slipped in his gory blood and landed herself in the hospital.
Chapter 4
I awoke feeling different. As if a part of me were gone. That part of me that felt like it was missing was my left arm. Then I looked over at it.
I had been stabbed! [Where are the nurses?!]
As soon as I saw that, I started screaming bloody murder.
Then the doctors came in. Apariently I couldn’t have been stabbed that long before, because I had been stabbed in an artery. Then things got dim--like the previous day at school when I just happened to find Mr. Wain--and dimmer and dimmer.
Yet dimmer.
Dimmer.
Black.
* * * * *
I awoke again. But this time I was in my bedroom at home. Then I saw my mother. She was sitting at my desk.
“Mom,” I said.
“Honey,” she said in her annoying perky way. [If you hadn’t noticed, I didn’t like perky people.] “Your up. How do you feel?”
“Okay.”
“That’s good, I was worried sick. [Yeah, not showing up at the hospital in your daughter's time of need is exactly what shows how much you care.] Thank goodness your all right.”
“I’m fine. Where’s Jimmy?”
“He went to school today.”
“Great,” I said sarcastically. “what time is it?”
“It’s two “o” clock.”
“One more hour.”
“Sweetie.”
“Yeah mom.”
“How are you?”
“Didn’t you already ask that question.”
“Yes, but--”
“No buts about it. I’m tired. Leave!” I could tell my mother was definitatly hurt. But I didn’t care. Oh, no, I’m no going to become a softy. I’m sixteen. I can take care of myself.
* * * * *
Yes, it’s me again. I know your surprised. But it really is true. Sarah is sixteen. She kind of acts like a baby, but that‘s how it is. [At least I realized this as I wrote it.] I’m almost ashamed to have her as--sorry I keep rambling on on like that. It happens, sometimes, you know.
You might be wondering what I was about to say, but you’ll find out soon enough. All comes in due time. And again, I tell you, that I am not Sarah. I am simply telling you this through Sarah’s point of view. She is the story. Yet I am--I‘ll tell you later.
Sarah slept the rest of that day and half of the next. I will tell it to you now. . . . .
Chapter 5
Mourning.
I hate mourning--I prefer night.
If I awoke to peaceful sunlight streaming threw the window, birds singing peaceful beuatiful songs--I might like mourning better. I might have woken up in a good mood. But I didn’t.
Instead I wake up to hammering and chain saw churning, and all the normal sounds coming from the constructin site next door.
I hate Oregon, I thought. [It seems I had a bone to pick with Oregon. The gals from Dear Sister lived--and hated it--there, too. The closest I‘ve ever come to Oregon is Southern California when I was four.]
I hate the noise. I hate the polution. I hate the traffic. I hate everything.
I looked at my alarm clock to see what time it was.
Three-thirty.
Jimmy was home, I thought.
I grabed my phone off the reciever and dialed Jimmy’s number.
It rang three times before anyone picked it up.
“Hello,” said a deep male voice.
It was Jimmy.
“Hey Jimmo,” I said.
“Sarah, how ya doin?
“Fine. How are you?”
“Okay. How ya feelin?” [I don’t think he was supposed to be southern]
“Fine. I already said that.”
“I know that.”
“Really Jimmy, how do you hide all of your stupidity, and apear to be so smart?”
“What can I say, but the intelligence impaired know all.” [WTF?]
“You are so stupid.”
“Duh.”
“Duh yourself, you big wienie.”
“Oooo. I’m shakin’ in my cootie.”
“What?” [My sentiments exactly.]
“Listen Sarah, I gotta go.”
“But--”
He hung up before I could say anything. I hate him so much sometimes.
* * * * *
I went back to school three days later. Everyone asked me about the gory details of Mr. Wain’s body. I just told them where to shove it and walked off.
I found Jimmy waiting for me by my locker.
“What the hell do you want, Jimmy?”
“I just want to know how your doing. That’s all.”
“Nice. If you’ll excuse your unwanted presence, I’d like to get into my locker and go to class like a
[I’m pretty sure that’s where I ended it, because the rest of this page is so not my handwriting. I‘m guessing somebody continued on my story when they were passing around my notebook when they stole it from me, which could explain why I stopped working on it.]
normal kid, but apparently you don’t understand that.” I stormed off without going to my locker. “Jimmy is being such an asshole.” “And yet he is so handsome.” [I don’t remember calling Jimmy handsome. He was an “outcast,” which meant he probably wasn’t that great looking.]
“Sarah! Sarah!” My stubstate was calling my name. Some kids started snickering. That made me so angry that I was ready to smack each and every one of them.
Soon after school I saw the most popular girl in school. In class I noticed she was the one who snickered the most. So what I did was hide behind a bush jump out scare her and beat her up. It was so funny to see Miss Perfect with a black eye.” Sarah Johnson Devins
* * * * *
Yeah. That kind of killed the story for me. If you are indeed curious about this, the person doing the murders and hurting Sarah was Sarah’s twin sister Julie, but as we later find out Julie never existed. Sarah’s mom was originally expecting twins and she would’ve named the twin Julie. [So borrowed from The Perfume] So Sarah made up the personality of Julie, and it was her thinking she was Julie that was going around stabbing people. Ah, the clever plot twist. Anyways, it was Jimmy who found out her secret and finally got her help. But his “betrayal” is what sent Sarah truly over the deep end and made her believe she’d always been Julie, thus Julie is the other person telling the story. Yes, it’s convoluted. And this is only the beginning.
Next time: The Day of Rebecca, a play about a girl named Rebecca who kills somebody. Are we sensing a pattern here? Oh, and this one’s ACTUALLY FINISHED! I know you’re excited.
Chapter 4
I awoke feeling different. As if a part of me were gone. That part of me that felt like it was missing was my left arm. Then I looked over at it.
I had been stabbed! [Where are the nurses?!]
As soon as I saw that, I started screaming bloody murder.
Then the doctors came in. Apariently I couldn’t have been stabbed that long before, because I had been stabbed in an artery. Then things got dim--like the previous day at school when I just happened to find Mr. Wain--and dimmer and dimmer.
Yet dimmer.
Dimmer.
Black.
* * * * *
I awoke again. But this time I was in my bedroom at home. Then I saw my mother. She was sitting at my desk.
“Mom,” I said.
“Honey,” she said in her annoying perky way. [If you hadn’t noticed, I didn’t like perky people.] “Your up. How do you feel?”
“Okay.”
“That’s good, I was worried sick. [Yeah, not showing up at the hospital in your daughter's time of need is exactly what shows how much you care.] Thank goodness your all right.”
“I’m fine. Where’s Jimmy?”
“He went to school today.”
“Great,” I said sarcastically. “what time is it?”
“It’s two “o” clock.”
“One more hour.”
“Sweetie.”
“Yeah mom.”
“How are you?”
“Didn’t you already ask that question.”
“Yes, but--”
“No buts about it. I’m tired. Leave!” I could tell my mother was definitatly hurt. But I didn’t care. Oh, no, I’m no going to become a softy. I’m sixteen. I can take care of myself.
* * * * *
Yes, it’s me again. I know your surprised. But it really is true. Sarah is sixteen. She kind of acts like a baby, but that‘s how it is. [At least I realized this as I wrote it.] I’m almost ashamed to have her as--sorry I keep rambling on on like that. It happens, sometimes, you know.
You might be wondering what I was about to say, but you’ll find out soon enough. All comes in due time. And again, I tell you, that I am not Sarah. I am simply telling you this through Sarah’s point of view. She is the story. Yet I am--I‘ll tell you later.
Sarah slept the rest of that day and half of the next. I will tell it to you now. . . . .
Chapter 5
Mourning.
I hate mourning--I prefer night.
If I awoke to peaceful sunlight streaming threw the window, birds singing peaceful beuatiful songs--I might like mourning better. I might have woken up in a good mood. But I didn’t.
Instead I wake up to hammering and chain saw churning, and all the normal sounds coming from the constructin site next door.
I hate Oregon, I thought. [It seems I had a bone to pick with Oregon. The gals from Dear Sister lived--and hated it--there, too. The closest I‘ve ever come to Oregon is Southern California when I was four.]
I hate the noise. I hate the polution. I hate the traffic. I hate everything.
I looked at my alarm clock to see what time it was.
Three-thirty.
Jimmy was home, I thought.
I grabed my phone off the reciever and dialed Jimmy’s number.
It rang three times before anyone picked it up.
“Hello,” said a deep male voice.
It was Jimmy.
“Hey Jimmo,” I said.
“Sarah, how ya doin?
“Fine. How are you?”
“Okay. How ya feelin?” [I don’t think he was supposed to be southern]
“Fine. I already said that.”
“I know that.”
“Really Jimmy, how do you hide all of your stupidity, and apear to be so smart?”
“What can I say, but the intelligence impaired know all.” [WTF?]
“You are so stupid.”
“Duh.”
“Duh yourself, you big wienie.”
“Oooo. I’m shakin’ in my cootie.”
“What?” [My sentiments exactly.]
“Listen Sarah, I gotta go.”
“But--”
He hung up before I could say anything. I hate him so much sometimes.
* * * * *
I went back to school three days later. Everyone asked me about the gory details of Mr. Wain’s body. I just told them where to shove it and walked off.
I found Jimmy waiting for me by my locker.
“What the hell do you want, Jimmy?”
“I just want to know how your doing. That’s all.”
“Nice. If you’ll excuse your unwanted presence, I’d like to get into my locker and go to class like a
[I’m pretty sure that’s where I ended it, because the rest of this page is so not my handwriting. I‘m guessing somebody continued on my story when they were passing around my notebook when they stole it from me, which could explain why I stopped working on it.]
normal kid, but apparently you don’t understand that.” I stormed off without going to my locker. “Jimmy is being such an asshole.” “And yet he is so handsome.” [I don’t remember calling Jimmy handsome. He was an “outcast,” which meant he probably wasn’t that great looking.]
“Sarah! Sarah!” My stubstate was calling my name. Some kids started snickering. That made me so angry that I was ready to smack each and every one of them.
Soon after school I saw the most popular girl in school. In class I noticed she was the one who snickered the most. So what I did was hide behind a bush jump out scare her and beat her up. It was so funny to see Miss Perfect with a black eye.” Sarah Johnson Devins
* * * * *
Yeah. That kind of killed the story for me. If you are indeed curious about this, the person doing the murders and hurting Sarah was Sarah’s twin sister Julie, but as we later find out Julie never existed. Sarah’s mom was originally expecting twins and she would’ve named the twin Julie. [So borrowed from The Perfume] So Sarah made up the personality of Julie, and it was her thinking she was Julie that was going around stabbing people. Ah, the clever plot twist. Anyways, it was Jimmy who found out her secret and finally got her help. But his “betrayal” is what sent Sarah truly over the deep end and made her believe she’d always been Julie, thus Julie is the other person telling the story. Yes, it’s convoluted. And this is only the beginning.
Next time: The Day of Rebecca, a play about a girl named Rebecca who kills somebody. Are we sensing a pattern here? Oh, and this one’s ACTUALLY FINISHED! I know you’re excited.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
Jimmy Dearest, Part One
I found this little one sheet play tucked away inside my writing files, that was based on the people in my sixth grade elective art class, and chalk filled with inside jokes I absolutely don’t get now. I think I wrote it for their amusement, and I remember them being amused.
Scene 1
Corky: Well, we’re finally here. [I was Corky. I told my art teacher my name was Corky--Think R.L. Stine’s Fear Street Cheerleaders--and went by it for that 9 weeks period--My real name‘s Michelle. And Amanda told her teacher she was Kimmy. It was kind of awesome.]
Marina: Yippy yippy.
Corey: Great! These speedo’s are killing me.
Daniel: Well, why are you wearing them?
Corey: Well, why are you wearing a tootoo. [Yes, even as a former wannabe Princess Ballerina who explored the forests of Egypt, I didn’t know how to spell tutu.]
Daniel: Because I’m better than everybody else. I make the world a better place wherever I go.
Lindsey: Look what I brought.
Corky: An ax! I brought one too. See!
Marina: Wonderful! I brought one too.
Lindsey: Nice dress.
Marina: Thank you. I designed it myself.
Daniel: And I think I know where you got your design.
Marina: Funny!
(She punches him)
Corey: I think Marina’s in love--
(Then she punches him)
Lindsey: Well, let’s go find a place to set up camp.
Corky: Yeah let’s go.
Scene 2 (everybodies sitting around the kamp fire)
Corky: I brought something for everybody.
Lindsey: What did you bring?
Corky: Ketchup [There’s a story here.]
Daniel: Of course.
Corky: There for all of you, for good luck. Now let’s tell ghost stories. I’ll go first. Well a long time ago.
* * * * *
The end. Yeah, I don’t get it, either. If anybody wants to hear the embarrassing anecdote about the ketchup I’ll tell it. But anyways, onto bigger and better things.
My first horror story. Jimmy Dearest. This was “inspired” by Fear Street books such as Switched and the MTV cartoon The Maxx. In The Maxx there’s a character named Sarah who I was very taken with. She was a loser outcast with long dark hair and big thick glasses with only one friend and wanted to be a writer. Her father was dead and her mother was kind of a cook. I wonder why I related to her so well. *snort* But instead of Amanda she had Jimmy for her best friend. Sarah and Jimmy could have also been shades of the Sarah and Jimmy in Any Way the Wind Blows, which you’ll get to read eventually, you poor souls [And as you can clearly see, I liked the names Sarah and Jimmy.]. This was also my first time trying out 1st person narrative. I tried to write in the style of Fear Street, so be prepared for very short cliffhanger chapters.
Jimmy Dearest
Written May 1996
Age 11
Prologue
I am quite an ordinary girl. With ordinary brown hair and brown eyes. I’m no beuaty. But Jimmy thinks so. And that’s because Jimmy’s weird. I don’t have many friends. Jimmy’s my best friend. I guess because we’re both outcasts. From what I’ve said so far, you probably thinks this is the most boring thing in the world [Not after you’ve read The Tie That Binds]--But trust me, it’s not.
My story begins at about a year ago. About a girl, who’s name was Sarah. I will tell it to you now. . . .
Chapter 1
“Damn!”, I muttered. “I forgot my homework on the coffee table.”
“You’re going to be in deep shit, Sarah,” said Jimmy, “this is the third time this week. You really should do your homework more often, even I have it.” [Doesn’t he sound dreamy… And it seems I need to have at least one character in every story that is excessively profane.]
I hate it when he ridicules me like this. Does he really believe he’s so great? Why do I even have to ask myself that? The answers obvious of course. Yes.
“Well sorry O-great-and-powerful Jimmy,” I said sarcastically, “I guess no one could be as great as you.”
“I didn’t mean it that way Sarah,” he said apologeticaly. He really did sound sorry but I’m to smart for his stupid act. So, I just left him standing at my locker, and went to class. Strangely enough no one was in the classroom. [That’s a sure sign something’s wrong, right?]
[By the way, some dumb shit back in sixth grade stole my notebook and passed it around the class. They drew all over it and went through and with a black marker put a dot in every round letter, like a’s and o’s, which makes it really hard to read. Did I mention I was an outcast? I don’t know if I’ve yet made that clear.]
As I stepped in I noticed a red puddle on the floor, behind the desk. I walked over to see what it was. If I had known what was on the other side, I wouldn’t have looked, but it’s too late to change that.
I walked over, and then saw the most frightening scene any one could ever see in life.
Chapter 2
A corpse.
A bloody mess of organs and muscle, and tissue. A bloody mangled mess. I took a step back. Right into another puddle of blood. I slipped. Hit my head on the wall. Fell right on my but into another puddle of blood. But this time there was something squwishy in it. I couldn’t move. Things got dim. Dimmer. Still dimmer. Black. [Umm…yeah. I was clearly a mentally healthy preteen.]
Chapter 3
I woke up in a room I didn’t recognize. Jimmy was standing above me.
“Where am I?”, I choked out in a hoarse whisper.
“Your in the hospital,” he said to me. “That fall you had gave you a pretty nasty bump.”
“Who was that guy?”
“What guy?”
“The guy that died.” [What other guy could she mean?]
“That was Mr. Wain.”
“Omigod.”
“Yeah, and how did you get blood all over your ass?” [Because that was the only thing he was checking out.]
“I fell into blood?”
“Yeah.”
“Excuse me,” a voice said behindthem us. [Still working on this first person thing]
“Yeah,” Jimmy said eagerly.
“It apears Miss Devens has only a minor cancussion,” he replied. I hate when doctors adress their patients as Miss or Mr. I really hate it.
“When will I be released,” I asked in a voice a little above a whisper.
“Tomorrow probably. Young man.”
“Yes,” Jimmy said once again.
“Visiting hours are over.”
“I’ll leave.”
And he left.
Left me all alone. [Where are her parents? She has a concussion and is being kept at the hospital. Shouldn‘t they be around somewhere?]
Then the doctor left. And turned of the light behind him.
Then I was alone in the darkness.
All alone.
It swallowed me up. Surrounding me at every angel.
I felt tired and hungry. And scared. There was something out there in the darkness. Something that was waiting for me to fall asleep. Something that wanted me.
Yet I still felt tired and hungry. The hunger I could ignore. But not the tiredness. I was so tired. I didn’t want to go to sleep. I was afraid of the thing in the darkness. I had never wanted Jimmy by me so much as I did then.
But in the end of this rediculas struggle I had, the other side won. . . .
* * * * *
I know, I know. It looks as though I’m Sarah, but trust me I’m not. This is just a story about an unfortunate girl. A very unfortunate girl. A very very very un-- Why am I doing that? I don’t know. Like people say I don’t know anything. I’m mindless. Brainless. Just there.
Well I must hurry, the hourglass runs low. [So lifted from Chain Letter 2] Movin’ on. The next mourning. . . . . .
* * * * *
Well, wasn’t that murderously marvelous! Who killed the teacher? How did he die exactly since he was so mutilated Sarah didn’t even recognize him? Who is this other person telling the story? Stay tuned for the next installment of Jimmy Dearest, where none of these questions are answered.
Scene 1
Corky: Well, we’re finally here. [I was Corky. I told my art teacher my name was Corky--Think R.L. Stine’s Fear Street Cheerleaders--and went by it for that 9 weeks period--My real name‘s Michelle. And Amanda told her teacher she was Kimmy. It was kind of awesome.]
Marina: Yippy yippy.
Corey: Great! These speedo’s are killing me.
Daniel: Well, why are you wearing them?
Corey: Well, why are you wearing a tootoo. [Yes, even as a former wannabe Princess Ballerina who explored the forests of Egypt, I didn’t know how to spell tutu.]
Daniel: Because I’m better than everybody else. I make the world a better place wherever I go.
Lindsey: Look what I brought.
Corky: An ax! I brought one too. See!
Marina: Wonderful! I brought one too.
Lindsey: Nice dress.
Marina: Thank you. I designed it myself.
Daniel: And I think I know where you got your design.
Marina: Funny!
(She punches him)
Corey: I think Marina’s in love--
(Then she punches him)
Lindsey: Well, let’s go find a place to set up camp.
Corky: Yeah let’s go.
Scene 2 (everybodies sitting around the kamp fire)
Corky: I brought something for everybody.
Lindsey: What did you bring?
Corky: Ketchup [There’s a story here.]
Daniel: Of course.
Corky: There for all of you, for good luck. Now let’s tell ghost stories. I’ll go first. Well a long time ago.
* * * * *
The end. Yeah, I don’t get it, either. If anybody wants to hear the embarrassing anecdote about the ketchup I’ll tell it. But anyways, onto bigger and better things.
My first horror story. Jimmy Dearest. This was “inspired” by Fear Street books such as Switched and the MTV cartoon The Maxx. In The Maxx there’s a character named Sarah who I was very taken with. She was a loser outcast with long dark hair and big thick glasses with only one friend and wanted to be a writer. Her father was dead and her mother was kind of a cook. I wonder why I related to her so well. *snort* But instead of Amanda she had Jimmy for her best friend. Sarah and Jimmy could have also been shades of the Sarah and Jimmy in Any Way the Wind Blows, which you’ll get to read eventually, you poor souls [And as you can clearly see, I liked the names Sarah and Jimmy.]. This was also my first time trying out 1st person narrative. I tried to write in the style of Fear Street, so be prepared for very short cliffhanger chapters.
Jimmy Dearest
Written May 1996
Age 11
Prologue
I am quite an ordinary girl. With ordinary brown hair and brown eyes. I’m no beuaty. But Jimmy thinks so. And that’s because Jimmy’s weird. I don’t have many friends. Jimmy’s my best friend. I guess because we’re both outcasts. From what I’ve said so far, you probably thinks this is the most boring thing in the world [Not after you’ve read The Tie That Binds]--But trust me, it’s not.
My story begins at about a year ago. About a girl, who’s name was Sarah. I will tell it to you now. . . .
Chapter 1
“Damn!”, I muttered. “I forgot my homework on the coffee table.”
“You’re going to be in deep shit, Sarah,” said Jimmy, “this is the third time this week. You really should do your homework more often, even I have it.” [Doesn’t he sound dreamy… And it seems I need to have at least one character in every story that is excessively profane.]
I hate it when he ridicules me like this. Does he really believe he’s so great? Why do I even have to ask myself that? The answers obvious of course. Yes.
“Well sorry O-great-and-powerful Jimmy,” I said sarcastically, “I guess no one could be as great as you.”
“I didn’t mean it that way Sarah,” he said apologeticaly. He really did sound sorry but I’m to smart for his stupid act. So, I just left him standing at my locker, and went to class. Strangely enough no one was in the classroom. [That’s a sure sign something’s wrong, right?]
[By the way, some dumb shit back in sixth grade stole my notebook and passed it around the class. They drew all over it and went through and with a black marker put a dot in every round letter, like a’s and o’s, which makes it really hard to read. Did I mention I was an outcast? I don’t know if I’ve yet made that clear.]
As I stepped in I noticed a red puddle on the floor, behind the desk. I walked over to see what it was. If I had known what was on the other side, I wouldn’t have looked, but it’s too late to change that.
I walked over, and then saw the most frightening scene any one could ever see in life.
Chapter 2
A corpse.
A bloody mess of organs and muscle, and tissue. A bloody mangled mess. I took a step back. Right into another puddle of blood. I slipped. Hit my head on the wall. Fell right on my but into another puddle of blood. But this time there was something squwishy in it. I couldn’t move. Things got dim. Dimmer. Still dimmer. Black. [Umm…yeah. I was clearly a mentally healthy preteen.]
Chapter 3
I woke up in a room I didn’t recognize. Jimmy was standing above me.
“Where am I?”, I choked out in a hoarse whisper.
“Your in the hospital,” he said to me. “That fall you had gave you a pretty nasty bump.”
“Who was that guy?”
“What guy?”
“The guy that died.” [What other guy could she mean?]
“That was Mr. Wain.”
“Omigod.”
“Yeah, and how did you get blood all over your ass?” [Because that was the only thing he was checking out.]
“I fell into blood?”
“Yeah.”
“Excuse me,” a voice said behind
“Yeah,” Jimmy said eagerly.
“It apears Miss Devens has only a minor cancussion,” he replied. I hate when doctors adress their patients as Miss or Mr. I really hate it.
“When will I be released,” I asked in a voice a little above a whisper.
“Tomorrow probably. Young man.”
“Yes,” Jimmy said once again.
“Visiting hours are over.”
“I’ll leave.”
And he left.
Left me all alone. [Where are her parents? She has a concussion and is being kept at the hospital. Shouldn‘t they be around somewhere?]
Then the doctor left. And turned of the light behind him.
Then I was alone in the darkness.
All alone.
It swallowed me up. Surrounding me at every angel.
I felt tired and hungry. And scared. There was something out there in the darkness. Something that was waiting for me to fall asleep. Something that wanted me.
Yet I still felt tired and hungry. The hunger I could ignore. But not the tiredness. I was so tired. I didn’t want to go to sleep. I was afraid of the thing in the darkness. I had never wanted Jimmy by me so much as I did then.
But in the end of this rediculas struggle I had, the other side won. . . .
* * * * *
I know, I know. It looks as though I’m Sarah, but trust me I’m not. This is just a story about an unfortunate girl. A very unfortunate girl. A very very very un-- Why am I doing that? I don’t know. Like people say I don’t know anything. I’m mindless. Brainless. Just there.
Well I must hurry, the hourglass runs low. [So lifted from Chain Letter 2] Movin’ on. The next mourning. . . . . .
* * * * *
Well, wasn’t that murderously marvelous! Who killed the teacher? How did he die exactly since he was so mutilated Sarah didn’t even recognize him? Who is this other person telling the story? Stay tuned for the next installment of Jimmy Dearest, where none of these questions are answered.
Saturday, January 17, 2009
An Untitled, Unfinished Play, Once More
There’s a story behind this one. When I was tenish-elevenish, me and my friends would cut body parts out of magazines and glue them together to form one complete disproportioned person. They were kind of cool looking. I know of one that survived in one of my notebooks, but, alas, that particular notebook is currently in storage. But to give you an idea of what these looked like I made one real quick. ^_^
Amanda and I took this to another level. We glued our body parts together on notebook paper and cut them out and glued them to this weird blue Styrofoam we found in the garage. (We had a crap load of this stuff and I never knew where it came from. But things often appeared and disappeared in the garage of the magical house on Christian Circle, like the front tire to my bike… I still think we had gnomes living among us.) We cut the Styrofoam around the shape of their bodies, gave them all names, and used them as dolls. And this play is based on those dolls. Sadly, the dolls are long gone…
Scene 1 (walking to school)
D.J.: Today’s our first Day of school here.
Diedre: I know.
D.J.: I’m so nervous.
Diedre: Why?
D.J.: I don’t know. I just get the feeling that we are definitely not going to fit in here. I mean this is sunny California. We’re New York girls. [Note: Sweet Valley influence. Every young adult series should take place in California. *nods*]
Diedre: It’s going to be so weird here.
D.J.: Well at least now mom will give us some space and let us live our own lives.
Diedre: Well, we’re here. Ready.
D.J.: As ready as I’ll ever be.
Diedre: Good. Lets go.
Scene 2 (at receptionists desk)
D.J.: We’re here to get our new schedules.
Receptionist: Diedre and Dana-Jane Johnson, right
D.J.: D.J. please.
Receptionist: OK, D.J. Here are your schedules.
Diedre: Thank you.
D.J.: She’s shy.
Receptionist: Have a good day.
(they walk away and bump into April Mulch)
April: Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t see you. New here?
D.J.: Yeah.
Diedre: I’m going to class now.
April: Whose that?
D.J.: That’s my older sister Diedre.
April: My name is April Mulch.
D.J.: Nice to meet you April.
April: Pleasure.
D.J.: My name’s D.J. Johnson.
April: what class do you have next?
(she looks at her schedule)
D.J.: Science.
April: So do I. Right now we’re working on a project. I don’t have a partner, so you can be mine. [How convenient…] Do you know anyone around here.
D.J.: No.
April: I can introduce you to my friends.
D.J.: That’s nice.
April: Come on.
(they go to science class)
April: D.J., this is Mrs. Deroyer. [Like Destroyer, only minus the S and T. Get it? You get it!]
Deroyer: Hi. You must be Dana-Jane Johnson. [And yes, Mrs. Deroyer did have a doll. She was really ugly, too, if memory serves correct.]
D.J.: D.J.
Deroyer: Whatever. Take a seat next to Courtney.
April: Mrs. Deroyer, you can’t make her sit there.
Deroyer: And why not?
April: That’s Courtney Bloome. The Courtney Bloome.
Deroyer: Have a Seat Ms. Mulch. You too Ms. Johnson.
(they have a seat)
Deroyer: All right I’m going to call role now, Alex. [Only so I could have the chance to write down all the characters names.]
Alex: Here.
Deroyer: Dana.
Dana: Here.
Deroyer: Courtney.
Courtney: Do we have to do this every stupid day of our mortal lives.
Deroyer: Courtney, hush.
Courtney: Hymph.
Deroyer: Sarah.
Sarah: Here.
Deroyer: Courtney, why can’t you behave more like your sister.
Courtney: Frankly because I’m not my sister. I’m sixteen years old. I think I can live my own life.
Sarah: Courtney, I’m sixteen too. [Obviously, they’re twins. And so you know, they were blond…]
Courtney: Yeah, whatever.
Deroyer: Can we move on pleas. Travis.
Travis: Here.
Deroyer: Emily.
Emily: Here.
Deroyer: Mark.
Mark: Here.
Deroyer: April.
April: Here.
Deroyer: Donahue. [Who names their kid Donahue?]
Donahue: Here.
Deroyer: James.
James: Here.
Deroyer: Andy.
Andy: Here.
Deroyer: Katherine.
Katherine: Here.
Deroyer: Vinney.
Vinney: Here.
Deroyer: Todd. [Are you surprised? I’m not.]
Todd: Here.
Deroyer: Eric.
Eric: Here.
Deroyer: Vera.
Vera: Here.
Deroyer: Andrew.
Andrew: Here.
Deroyer: Liza.
Lizzy: Here. [Liza or Lizzy? No one knows.]
Deroyer: Glenda.
Glenda: Here.
Deroyer: And class we have a knew student with us today. D.J. Johnson. Everyone, say hi.
Class: Hi D.J.
D.J.: Hi.
Deroyer: D.J., why don’t you come up here and tell us a little about yourself. [Because nothing makes you feel more at ease than standing in a room full of strangers and thinking of a way to make yourself sound cool.]
(she gets up and goes to the front of the class)
D.J.: Well there isn’t that much to tell. I’m from New York.
Someone: Oooooo. New York! [I went through the role call for the entire class and couldn’t be bothered to pick a name for this douche bag?]
D.J.: Yeah New York. My parents are divorce. I live with my mom. I have a sister named Diedre. She’s a sienior. And that’s about it.
(she goes to take a seat)
Deroyer: OK. Kids. Get to your science progects.
(April raises her hand)
Deroyer: Yes April.
April: D.J.”s gonna be in my group.
Deroyer: That’s nice. Get to work. [Isn’t she a caring teacher. I think she was modeled off of Mrs. Cranberry. More on her later, as I don’t think she actually appears in any written stories.]
(April stands up and goes over to D.J.’s desk.)
D.J.: What are we working on
April: Making a game having to deal with the biomes. The tundra, tiaga, temperete diciduos forest, Grassland, tropical rain forest, and desert. You familiar with them. [Gee, I wonder what I was working on in school at the time…]
D.J.: Yeah I’m familiar with them. What are the basic things I need to know around here? [Fuck the project. What’s the social latter looking like?]
April: Stay away from Courtney.
D.J.: That Courtney.
April: Yeah Courtney Bloome. She’s a troublemaker. Wherever she can find it. See that girl over that.
D.J.: Yeah.
April: That’s here fraternal twin Sarah. She’s pretty nice. The complete opposite of Courtney. Courtney’s party is Emily Griffith. Stay away from here too.
D.J.: Why?
April: That’s Courtney’s best friend. Right now She’s going out with my brother Johnathan.
D.J.: Yikes. [Anyone else remember those pencils? They were awesome.]
April: Tell me about it. It has got to be the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. [There will be worse, April, promise.]
D.J.: How does your mom treat you. [Is that any of your effing business?]
April: Ok, I guess. Why?
D.J.: My mom is so overprotective. Especially with me.
April: That oughta suck.
D.J.: I hate it.
April: Tell me about New York.
D.J.: It’s just Basically any normal New England Town. [Balls!] It just has a lot more pollution, Acid rain, crime, and other stuff like that. [Sure we’re not talking about L.A.?] I mean I’ve lived in Albany, Manhatten, Brooklyn, Long Island, and New York City.
April: Whoa, you lived all over New York.
D.J. Yep. I have. How about you?
April: Well my brother was born in Omaha Nerbraska, and I was born in Keansburg New Jersey. I only lived there till I was five, then I moved here. [I’m wondering what brought them from Nebraska to Keansburg of all places. Drug trafficking, maybe?]
D.J.: I am so glad that it is May, and I wont be here that long untill next year.
April: Why did you move so late in the year anyways?
D.J.: I don’t know, my moms an idiot.
April: Mabey she should meet my mom. She’s an idiot too. What’s your next class. No, let me guess. Math.
D.J.: How did you know?
April: That’s my next class too.
D.J.: I guess we’re destined to be friends. [blech]
April: Yeah. Hey listen. Mr. Ace is the Math teacher, and he always gives a lot of homework that you can barely understand. [Sounds like my Algebra 2/Trig teacher.] So why don’t you come over my house tonight and I’ll help you.
D.J.: Sure. But I have to tell my mom where I’m going or she’ll have a cow.
April: Moms are that way.
D.J.: I wish mine wasn’t. She sucks. I hate her so much some times.
April: You don’t mean that.
D.J.: Your right, I don’t.
(the bell rings)
Deroyer: All right class I’ll see you tomorrow.
April: What’s your locker number.
D.J.: 448.
April: I have 434.
D.J.: Great.
Someone: Hey April
(They turned around)
April: Hi Emily.
Emily: Whose your little friend, April?
April: D.J.
D.J.: Hi.
Emily: Hi. Listen, April, I just happen to like your brother. And he just happens to like Me. [That kinda came out of nowhere…]
April: Emily, go away.
(Nancy walks up)
Nancy: Hi April, hi Emily.
Emily: Go to hell Nancy. [What?]
(Emily walks off)
Nancy: Emily has such a temper sometimes. And no one even does anything to her.
April: That’s for damn sure..
Nancy: Well I have to go. I have to meat my friend Sydney. Bye.
D.J.: She’s nice. [She just completely ignored you!]
April: It’s still just too hard to believe that that’s Emily Griffith’s sister. There’s not even a slight family resemblance in their looks. [I think one of the dolls was white, and the other was Hispanic…]
D.J.: Your right.
April: I know I’m right. I’m always right. [Maybe this is why she didn’t have a partner.]
D.J.: Hmmmm.
Scene 3 (In math class)
Mr. Ace: Dana-Jane Johnson, right? [No, Mr. Ace did not have a doll, but I realized I needed more than one teacher.]
D.J.: D.J.
Mr. Ace: Yes, very well. Take a seat right over there next to Sarah.
D.J. Ok.
(She walks over to the desk.)
Sarah: Hi, I’m Sarah Bloome.
D.J.: Hi.
Sarah: Your D.J. right.
D.J.: Yeah.
Sarah: How was life in New Hork?
D.J.: It was Ok.
Sarah: Was it boring?
D.J.: Sometimes.
Sarah: Except for my sister Courtney, I have absolutely no life.
D.J.: Courtney’s your sister. [April fricken told you that!]
Sarah: Unfortunatly. She is such a little witch. I hate her so much sometimes. [Gee these people have such pent up aggression towards their family members. Makes you wonder if the author was trying to say something…]
D.J.: I haven’t met her yet.
Sarah: You’d hate her. You seem like a nice girl, and believe me Courtney’s a witch. Do you have any brothers or sisters?
D.J.: One. My sister Diedre. She’s a senior. Do you have any besides Courtney.
Sarah: Yeah, my brother whose at College. [With a capital “C”]
D.J.: I don’t have any brothers.
Sarah: Lucky.
D.J.: Yeah I guess I am.
Scene 4 (lunch)
(D.J. is looking for Diedre in Cafeteria)
D.J.: There you are I’ve been looking all over for you.
Diedre: How was your day so far.
D.J.: Pretty good. I’ve made two friends, and I can tell all my teachers hate me except Mr. Ace.
Diedre: Who are your friends.
D.J.: That girl we ran into in the hall. Her name is April Mulch, and my other friend is Sarah Bloom.
Diedre: That’s nice, I have two knew friends too. Their names are Nancy Griffith and Sydney Markus.
D.J.: That’s nice.
(April approaches the table)
April: Hi again
D.J.: April, sit down.
April: Ok.
Diedre: Hi, I’m Diedre Johnson. [The weird girl who just kind of ditched you guys in the hall.]
April: April Mulch. Pleasure to meet you. Again.
Diedre: Yeah, whatever.
D.J.: Whose that guy over there.
April: That’s my brothe Johnathan. Hey Johny boy, get over here.
(He walks over) [Because he‘s so not embarrassed by being called “Johny Boy“ in the middle of a crowded high school lunch room]
Johnathan: Hey Ape. [Niiiiiice]
April: April!
Johnathan: Whatever. Anyway, why’d you call me over? I was having a good time.
April: How can anyone have a good time with Emily Griffith.
Johny: Shut up April.
April: Make me.
John: I said shut up. [Oh to be a fly on the wall in their house…]
April: I said shut up. Well anyway. This is my friend D.J., and this is her sister Diedre.
John: Correct me if I’m wrong, but your in my third period physics class. [John so needs to be shot for using that line.]
Diedre: Yep.
John: See ya at home April
April: Bye, Johnny Boy.
(then he walks off)
April: What the hell does he see in Emily?
D.J.: I don’t know.
Diedre: Neither do I.
D.J.: April.
April: Yeah.
D.J.: You know Sarah Bloome.
April: Yeah. Who doesn’t?
D.J.: No, I mean, really know her. Like good friends.
April: Yeah, she’s one of my best friends.
D.J.: She’s Courtney’s sister. Is it safe to hang out around her and her crowd. [I feel like we’ve gone over this already.]
April: Yeah. She’s perfectly safe. The complete oposite of Courtney. I told you that before. [Nice to know it’s only D.J. who suffers from short term memory loss.]
D.J.: Yeah. I know. I was just double check. I mean, Courtey doesn’t really seem that bad. But from what you have told me she is. [She told you nothing but she gets into trouble.]
April: That’s the understatement of the year. [Me and Amanda used this line A LOT]
D.J.: I guess, but then again, I am knew around here.
April: I know. Everybody Does.
Diedre: My guess is that there are a lot of gossips around here. [How observant.]
April: You bet.
Diedre: I thought so.
April: Well I gotta go. Bye.
(she leaves)
Diedre: Nice Girl. [It sounded like you were insulting her a minute ago.]
D.J.: Yeah. I know.
Scene 5 (Going home that afternoon)
D.J.: I’m home mom.
(Kimmy comes in the living room.
Kimmy: Hello D.J. How was your day at school.? [MS Works doesn’t recognize Kimmy as a word, FYI.]
D.J.: Ok.
Kimmy: Where’s Diedre?
D.J.: Doing her college aplication at school.
Kimmy: Good for her. So tell me how your day went.
D.J.: I have made two knew friends. They’re in most of my classes. And they’re really nice.
Kimmy: That’s good.
D.J.: Yeah, well I’m going over April’s house.
Kimmy: Whose April? [D.J.’s April!]
D.J.: My friend. April Mulch.
Kimmy: Be home before six.
D.J.: Mom! I am sixteen years old. A this isn’t New York. [I never had a curfew. I only knew of these things through books and my friends. Like I had one friend who when we were little had to “check in” with her parents by calling them every hour on the hour. I thought her parents were retarded, or maybe that they thought she was retarded.]
Kimmy: I said be home before six, you lady. And be home before six you will. Or you are grounded.
D.J.: But.
Kimmy: No buts about it.
(Then she leaves the room)
D.J.: I hate her sometimes.
(the doorbell rings)
D.J.: Coming!
(She opened the door)
D.J.: Hi April.
April: Hi D.J.
D.J.: come on in. I have to be home by six.
April: Why?
D.J.: Because of my stupid mother.
April: Well come on. We’ll deal with the harder stuff first.
D.J.: Ok. Mom, I’m leaving now!
Kimmy: Have a good time!
D.J.: I will.
(they leave)
April: Come on in.
(they walk in)
Johnny: HI April. Hi D.J.
Emily: Hi.
Courtney: Pleasure.
April: Hi John, Emily, Courtney.
D.J.: Hi.
April: We’re going up now to do our homework. And when will mom and dad be home.
John: Monday would be my guess. [Where are they?]
April: Just another magic Monday. [Yeah. For years I totally thought the song Manic Monday was Magic Monday.]
John: See ya guys later.
(they go upstairs)
D.J.: Lucky you.
April: What do you mean?
D.J.: My mom still thinks I need a babysitter.
April: God, that is bad.
D.J.: Tell me about it. I hate her so much. I have to be home by six “o” clock, or she’ll ground me. I mean, I understand this in New York. But we’re not in New York anymore.
April: hmmmm.
D.J.: It sucks.
April: That’d be my guess.
D.J.: So what should we do first?
April: Math.
D.J.: Why?
April: Mr. Ace gives the hardest work out of the entire junior class.
D.J.: Great. And aparently he’s the only one of my teachers that likes me.
April: Poor you.
D.J.: I know. It’s horrible.
April: You know what.
D.J.: What?
April: You’re not alone.
D.J.: What do you mean?
April: I mean the teachers usually hate everyone of they’re students. [If you followed that sentence you’re a special kind of person like me. ^_-] It’s not common when they actually liked one. But in your case, I’d watch out. Mr. Ace is one weird teacher. [Oooh. Weird in a teacher-who-has-sex-with-his-students kind of way? This play just got interesting.]
D.J.: Tell me about it. I can’t wait until we get out of school next month.
April: Why exactly did you move so late in the year?
D.J.: My mom is stupid. We were supposed to move here this summer. But she moved us here as soon as she could.
April: That sucks.
D.J.: I know. Believe me I know.
Scene 6 (Downstairs)
Courtney: Your sister is such a stupid little--
Jon: Not all the time.
Emily: Since when do you defend April?
Courtney: And since when do you interupt me?
Jon: Sorry slut. [Burn!]
Courtney: Don’t call me a slut!
Emily: Shut up, you two!
Courtney & Jon: No!
Emily: Well, can you at least stop arguing. Please.
Jon: Fine.
Courtney: Whatever.
Emily: Let’s just act civilized and watch T.V.
Jon: Alright. It’s fine with me.
Courtney: Hmmm.
Yay! It’s over! That was kind of lame. About this time I decided to stop writing this happy school crap and write horror stories [Dear Sister and The Tie That Binds were only experiments], which led to The Epilogue that Never Was, Berkeley Manor, and Jimmy Dearest. I promise gory death.
Amanda and I took this to another level. We glued our body parts together on notebook paper and cut them out and glued them to this weird blue Styrofoam we found in the garage. (We had a crap load of this stuff and I never knew where it came from. But things often appeared and disappeared in the garage of the magical house on Christian Circle, like the front tire to my bike… I still think we had gnomes living among us.) We cut the Styrofoam around the shape of their bodies, gave them all names, and used them as dolls. And this play is based on those dolls. Sadly, the dolls are long gone…
Scene 1 (walking to school)
D.J.: Today’s our first Day of school here.
Diedre: I know.
D.J.: I’m so nervous.
Diedre: Why?
D.J.: I don’t know. I just get the feeling that we are definitely not going to fit in here. I mean this is sunny California. We’re New York girls. [Note: Sweet Valley influence. Every young adult series should take place in California. *nods*]
Diedre: It’s going to be so weird here.
D.J.: Well at least now mom will give us some space and let us live our own lives.
Diedre: Well, we’re here. Ready.
D.J.: As ready as I’ll ever be.
Diedre: Good. Lets go.
Scene 2 (at receptionists desk)
D.J.: We’re here to get our new schedules.
Receptionist: Diedre and Dana-Jane Johnson, right
D.J.: D.J. please.
Receptionist: OK, D.J. Here are your schedules.
Diedre: Thank you.
D.J.: She’s shy.
Receptionist: Have a good day.
(they walk away and bump into April Mulch)
April: Oh. I’m sorry, I didn’t see you. New here?
D.J.: Yeah.
Diedre: I’m going to class now.
April: Whose that?
D.J.: That’s my older sister Diedre.
April: My name is April Mulch.
D.J.: Nice to meet you April.
April: Pleasure.
D.J.: My name’s D.J. Johnson.
April: what class do you have next?
(she looks at her schedule)
D.J.: Science.
April: So do I. Right now we’re working on a project. I don’t have a partner, so you can be mine. [How convenient…] Do you know anyone around here.
D.J.: No.
April: I can introduce you to my friends.
D.J.: That’s nice.
April: Come on.
(they go to science class)
April: D.J., this is Mrs. Deroyer. [Like Destroyer, only minus the S and T. Get it? You get it!]
Deroyer: Hi. You must be Dana-Jane Johnson. [And yes, Mrs. Deroyer did have a doll. She was really ugly, too, if memory serves correct.]
D.J.: D.J.
Deroyer: Whatever. Take a seat next to Courtney.
April: Mrs. Deroyer, you can’t make her sit there.
Deroyer: And why not?
April: That’s Courtney Bloome. The Courtney Bloome.
Deroyer: Have a Seat Ms. Mulch. You too Ms. Johnson.
(they have a seat)
Deroyer: All right I’m going to call role now, Alex. [Only so I could have the chance to write down all the characters names.]
Alex: Here.
Deroyer: Dana.
Dana: Here.
Deroyer: Courtney.
Courtney: Do we have to do this every stupid day of our mortal lives.
Deroyer: Courtney, hush.
Courtney: Hymph.
Deroyer: Sarah.
Sarah: Here.
Deroyer: Courtney, why can’t you behave more like your sister.
Courtney: Frankly because I’m not my sister. I’m sixteen years old. I think I can live my own life.
Sarah: Courtney, I’m sixteen too. [Obviously, they’re twins. And so you know, they were blond…]
Courtney: Yeah, whatever.
Deroyer: Can we move on pleas. Travis.
Travis: Here.
Deroyer: Emily.
Emily: Here.
Deroyer: Mark.
Mark: Here.
Deroyer: April.
April: Here.
Deroyer: Donahue. [Who names their kid Donahue?]
Donahue: Here.
Deroyer: James.
James: Here.
Deroyer: Andy.
Andy: Here.
Deroyer: Katherine.
Katherine: Here.
Deroyer: Vinney.
Vinney: Here.
Deroyer: Todd. [Are you surprised? I’m not.]
Todd: Here.
Deroyer: Eric.
Eric: Here.
Deroyer: Vera.
Vera: Here.
Deroyer: Andrew.
Andrew: Here.
Deroyer: Liza.
Lizzy: Here. [Liza or Lizzy? No one knows.]
Deroyer: Glenda.
Glenda: Here.
Deroyer: And class we have a knew student with us today. D.J. Johnson. Everyone, say hi.
Class: Hi D.J.
D.J.: Hi.
Deroyer: D.J., why don’t you come up here and tell us a little about yourself. [Because nothing makes you feel more at ease than standing in a room full of strangers and thinking of a way to make yourself sound cool.]
(she gets up and goes to the front of the class)
D.J.: Well there isn’t that much to tell. I’m from New York.
Someone: Oooooo. New York! [I went through the role call for the entire class and couldn’t be bothered to pick a name for this douche bag?]
D.J.: Yeah New York. My parents are divorce. I live with my mom. I have a sister named Diedre. She’s a sienior. And that’s about it.
(she goes to take a seat)
Deroyer: OK. Kids. Get to your science progects.
(April raises her hand)
Deroyer: Yes April.
April: D.J.”s gonna be in my group.
Deroyer: That’s nice. Get to work. [Isn’t she a caring teacher. I think she was modeled off of Mrs. Cranberry. More on her later, as I don’t think she actually appears in any written stories.]
(April stands up and goes over to D.J.’s desk.)
D.J.: What are we working on
April: Making a game having to deal with the biomes. The tundra, tiaga, temperete diciduos forest, Grassland, tropical rain forest, and desert. You familiar with them. [Gee, I wonder what I was working on in school at the time…]
D.J.: Yeah I’m familiar with them. What are the basic things I need to know around here? [Fuck the project. What’s the social latter looking like?]
April: Stay away from Courtney.
D.J.: That Courtney.
April: Yeah Courtney Bloome. She’s a troublemaker. Wherever she can find it. See that girl over that.
D.J.: Yeah.
April: That’s here fraternal twin Sarah. She’s pretty nice. The complete opposite of Courtney. Courtney’s party is Emily Griffith. Stay away from here too.
D.J.: Why?
April: That’s Courtney’s best friend. Right now She’s going out with my brother Johnathan.
D.J.: Yikes. [Anyone else remember those pencils? They were awesome.]
April: Tell me about it. It has got to be the worst thing that’s ever happened to me. [There will be worse, April, promise.]
D.J.: How does your mom treat you. [Is that any of your effing business?]
April: Ok, I guess. Why?
D.J.: My mom is so overprotective. Especially with me.
April: That oughta suck.
D.J.: I hate it.
April: Tell me about New York.
D.J.: It’s just Basically any normal New England Town. [Balls!] It just has a lot more pollution, Acid rain, crime, and other stuff like that. [Sure we’re not talking about L.A.?] I mean I’ve lived in Albany, Manhatten, Brooklyn, Long Island, and New York City.
April: Whoa, you lived all over New York.
D.J. Yep. I have. How about you?
April: Well my brother was born in Omaha Nerbraska, and I was born in Keansburg New Jersey. I only lived there till I was five, then I moved here. [I’m wondering what brought them from Nebraska to Keansburg of all places. Drug trafficking, maybe?]
D.J.: I am so glad that it is May, and I wont be here that long untill next year.
April: Why did you move so late in the year anyways?
D.J.: I don’t know, my moms an idiot.
April: Mabey she should meet my mom. She’s an idiot too. What’s your next class. No, let me guess. Math.
D.J.: How did you know?
April: That’s my next class too.
D.J.: I guess we’re destined to be friends. [blech]
April: Yeah. Hey listen. Mr. Ace is the Math teacher, and he always gives a lot of homework that you can barely understand. [Sounds like my Algebra 2/Trig teacher.] So why don’t you come over my house tonight and I’ll help you.
D.J.: Sure. But I have to tell my mom where I’m going or she’ll have a cow.
April: Moms are that way.
D.J.: I wish mine wasn’t. She sucks. I hate her so much some times.
April: You don’t mean that.
D.J.: Your right, I don’t.
(the bell rings)
Deroyer: All right class I’ll see you tomorrow.
April: What’s your locker number.
D.J.: 448.
April: I have 434.
D.J.: Great.
Someone: Hey April
(They turned around)
April: Hi Emily.
Emily: Whose your little friend, April?
April: D.J.
D.J.: Hi.
Emily: Hi. Listen, April, I just happen to like your brother. And he just happens to like Me. [That kinda came out of nowhere…]
April: Emily, go away.
(Nancy walks up)
Nancy: Hi April, hi Emily.
Emily: Go to hell Nancy. [What?]
(Emily walks off)
Nancy: Emily has such a temper sometimes. And no one even does anything to her.
April: That’s for damn sure..
Nancy: Well I have to go. I have to meat my friend Sydney. Bye.
D.J.: She’s nice. [She just completely ignored you!]
April: It’s still just too hard to believe that that’s Emily Griffith’s sister. There’s not even a slight family resemblance in their looks. [I think one of the dolls was white, and the other was Hispanic…]
D.J.: Your right.
April: I know I’m right. I’m always right. [Maybe this is why she didn’t have a partner.]
D.J.: Hmmmm.
Scene 3 (In math class)
Mr. Ace: Dana-Jane Johnson, right? [No, Mr. Ace did not have a doll, but I realized I needed more than one teacher.]
D.J.: D.J.
Mr. Ace: Yes, very well. Take a seat right over there next to Sarah.
D.J. Ok.
(She walks over to the desk.)
Sarah: Hi, I’m Sarah Bloome.
D.J.: Hi.
Sarah: Your D.J. right.
D.J.: Yeah.
Sarah: How was life in New Hork?
D.J.: It was Ok.
Sarah: Was it boring?
D.J.: Sometimes.
Sarah: Except for my sister Courtney, I have absolutely no life.
D.J.: Courtney’s your sister. [April fricken told you that!]
Sarah: Unfortunatly. She is such a little witch. I hate her so much sometimes. [Gee these people have such pent up aggression towards their family members. Makes you wonder if the author was trying to say something…]
D.J.: I haven’t met her yet.
Sarah: You’d hate her. You seem like a nice girl, and believe me Courtney’s a witch. Do you have any brothers or sisters?
D.J.: One. My sister Diedre. She’s a senior. Do you have any besides Courtney.
Sarah: Yeah, my brother whose at College. [With a capital “C”]
D.J.: I don’t have any brothers.
Sarah: Lucky.
D.J.: Yeah I guess I am.
Scene 4 (lunch)
(D.J. is looking for Diedre in Cafeteria)
D.J.: There you are I’ve been looking all over for you.
Diedre: How was your day so far.
D.J.: Pretty good. I’ve made two friends, and I can tell all my teachers hate me except Mr. Ace.
Diedre: Who are your friends.
D.J.: That girl we ran into in the hall. Her name is April Mulch, and my other friend is Sarah Bloom.
Diedre: That’s nice, I have two knew friends too. Their names are Nancy Griffith and Sydney Markus.
D.J.: That’s nice.
(April approaches the table)
April: Hi again
D.J.: April, sit down.
April: Ok.
Diedre: Hi, I’m Diedre Johnson. [The weird girl who just kind of ditched you guys in the hall.]
April: April Mulch. Pleasure to meet you. Again.
Diedre: Yeah, whatever.
D.J.: Whose that guy over there.
April: That’s my brothe Johnathan. Hey Johny boy, get over here.
(He walks over) [Because he‘s so not embarrassed by being called “Johny Boy“ in the middle of a crowded high school lunch room]
Johnathan: Hey Ape. [Niiiiiice]
April: April!
Johnathan: Whatever. Anyway, why’d you call me over? I was having a good time.
April: How can anyone have a good time with Emily Griffith.
Johny: Shut up April.
April: Make me.
John: I said shut up. [Oh to be a fly on the wall in their house…]
April: I said shut up. Well anyway. This is my friend D.J., and this is her sister Diedre.
John: Correct me if I’m wrong, but your in my third period physics class. [John so needs to be shot for using that line.]
Diedre: Yep.
John: See ya at home April
April: Bye, Johnny Boy.
(then he walks off)
April: What the hell does he see in Emily?
D.J.: I don’t know.
Diedre: Neither do I.
D.J.: April.
April: Yeah.
D.J.: You know Sarah Bloome.
April: Yeah. Who doesn’t?
D.J.: No, I mean, really know her. Like good friends.
April: Yeah, she’s one of my best friends.
D.J.: She’s Courtney’s sister. Is it safe to hang out around her and her crowd. [I feel like we’ve gone over this already.]
April: Yeah. She’s perfectly safe. The complete oposite of Courtney. I told you that before. [Nice to know it’s only D.J. who suffers from short term memory loss.]
D.J.: Yeah. I know. I was just double check. I mean, Courtey doesn’t really seem that bad. But from what you have told me she is. [She told you nothing but she gets into trouble.]
April: That’s the understatement of the year. [Me and Amanda used this line A LOT]
D.J.: I guess, but then again, I am knew around here.
April: I know. Everybody Does.
Diedre: My guess is that there are a lot of gossips around here. [How observant.]
April: You bet.
Diedre: I thought so.
April: Well I gotta go. Bye.
(she leaves)
Diedre: Nice Girl. [It sounded like you were insulting her a minute ago.]
D.J.: Yeah. I know.
Scene 5 (Going home that afternoon)
D.J.: I’m home mom.
(Kimmy comes in the living room.
Kimmy: Hello D.J. How was your day at school.? [MS Works doesn’t recognize Kimmy as a word, FYI.]
D.J.: Ok.
Kimmy: Where’s Diedre?
D.J.: Doing her college aplication at school.
Kimmy: Good for her. So tell me how your day went.
D.J.: I have made two knew friends. They’re in most of my classes. And they’re really nice.
Kimmy: That’s good.
D.J.: Yeah, well I’m going over April’s house.
Kimmy: Whose April? [D.J.’s April!]
D.J.: My friend. April Mulch.
Kimmy: Be home before six.
D.J.: Mom! I am sixteen years old. A this isn’t New York. [I never had a curfew. I only knew of these things through books and my friends. Like I had one friend who when we were little had to “check in” with her parents by calling them every hour on the hour. I thought her parents were retarded, or maybe that they thought she was retarded.]
Kimmy: I said be home before six, you lady. And be home before six you will. Or you are grounded.
D.J.: But.
Kimmy: No buts about it.
(Then she leaves the room)
D.J.: I hate her sometimes.
(the doorbell rings)
D.J.: Coming!
(She opened the door)
D.J.: Hi April.
April: Hi D.J.
D.J.: come on in. I have to be home by six.
April: Why?
D.J.: Because of my stupid mother.
April: Well come on. We’ll deal with the harder stuff first.
D.J.: Ok. Mom, I’m leaving now!
Kimmy: Have a good time!
D.J.: I will.
(they leave)
April: Come on in.
(they walk in)
Johnny: HI April. Hi D.J.
Emily: Hi.
Courtney: Pleasure.
April: Hi John, Emily, Courtney.
D.J.: Hi.
April: We’re going up now to do our homework. And when will mom and dad be home.
John: Monday would be my guess. [Where are they?]
April: Just another magic Monday. [Yeah. For years I totally thought the song Manic Monday was Magic Monday.]
John: See ya guys later.
(they go upstairs)
D.J.: Lucky you.
April: What do you mean?
D.J.: My mom still thinks I need a babysitter.
April: God, that is bad.
D.J.: Tell me about it. I hate her so much. I have to be home by six “o” clock, or she’ll ground me. I mean, I understand this in New York. But we’re not in New York anymore.
April: hmmmm.
D.J.: It sucks.
April: That’d be my guess.
D.J.: So what should we do first?
April: Math.
D.J.: Why?
April: Mr. Ace gives the hardest work out of the entire junior class.
D.J.: Great. And aparently he’s the only one of my teachers that likes me.
April: Poor you.
D.J.: I know. It’s horrible.
April: You know what.
D.J.: What?
April: You’re not alone.
D.J.: What do you mean?
April: I mean the teachers usually hate everyone of they’re students. [If you followed that sentence you’re a special kind of person like me. ^_-] It’s not common when they actually liked one. But in your case, I’d watch out. Mr. Ace is one weird teacher. [Oooh. Weird in a teacher-who-has-sex-with-his-students kind of way? This play just got interesting.]
D.J.: Tell me about it. I can’t wait until we get out of school next month.
April: Why exactly did you move so late in the year?
D.J.: My mom is stupid. We were supposed to move here this summer. But she moved us here as soon as she could.
April: That sucks.
D.J.: I know. Believe me I know.
Scene 6 (Downstairs)
Courtney: Your sister is such a stupid little--
Jon: Not all the time.
Emily: Since when do you defend April?
Courtney: And since when do you interupt me?
Jon: Sorry slut. [Burn!]
Courtney: Don’t call me a slut!
Emily: Shut up, you two!
Courtney & Jon: No!
Emily: Well, can you at least stop arguing. Please.
Jon: Fine.
Courtney: Whatever.
Emily: Let’s just act civilized and watch T.V.
Jon: Alright. It’s fine with me.
Courtney: Hmmm.
Yay! It’s over! That was kind of lame. About this time I decided to stop writing this happy school crap and write horror stories [Dear Sister and The Tie That Binds were only experiments], which led to The Epilogue that Never Was, Berkeley Manor, and Jimmy Dearest. I promise gory death.
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