Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Afternoon Stars On The Spot

         I met the Dark Queen of the Damned. I leaned on her shoulder."You have the coolest eyes". She smiled but didn't answer. Here comes the Empress of the Undeads. She's a not-quiet-normal human. She asks, "Look like a Gothic?" I say, intrigued,"Oh! What kind?" She's doing her best to look creepy."Madness. Mayhem. Malice." She might be sixteen & three quarters, but my friend says she's an old soul. I cross my fingers & whisper a teeny little prayer in my head: Please, God, do not let me make an idiot of myself this afternoon. Let me have a little fun.

         Almost immediately, the Empress starts dragging me over to every reasonably guys who doesn't already know her. She runs around taking bad pictures w/ her camera. I hear someone says that she's a slut. As if it's my fault that someone thinks that she;s a slut. I ignore them, talking to this person & that person, trying to relax and have a good time, but I feel like I'm far away & watching UAAP Volleyball on a TV screen. She is getting sick of me being so gloomy.

       With me is Mr. Cleinfelter. He sits beside me & he pokes me always. I can't believe that I ever went out with him. I want to jam my finger into my ear & scratch the memory of my brain. I slap his hands & walk away. I can hear Cleinfelter laughing behind me & I wish I'd thrown my juice in his face or something dramatic like that. But the drama queen stuff is the Heiress of the Dust & cleinfelter knows it. It's why he likes to bother me.
               

        Cleinfelter smiles & puts his arms to my hair."Your hair is very smooth." Then he rubs his hand onto my hair assuming that his little brother. I know when I'm being played, but complement cheers me anyway- that what kind of dork I am.

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