Okay now why can’t people just tell me these things immediately! I mean come on like is it that hard to just say Stacy now has my scree name because Lila is stupid? Naw of course not suspense is a major necessity in a female’s life at this age. Pfft. Lame, that is. Lame, lame, lame.

XxConfusedxX666: so now u’ve got Stacy Yates’ username?

Blowup3: Naturally

Did she just hint at the fact that I was stupid? No she wouldn’t have dared because well yeah she’s talking to me so no she was not hinting at the fact that I was stupid because that would be stating the obvious, again, that she is stupid for hinting. Okay that was a bunch of senseless gibberish, again.

XxConfusedxX666: enlighten me

Blowup3: Enlighten?

And she was just hinting at my stupidity? Oh give me a break she cannot even define the word Enlighten in high school! What is wrong with the blondes of this world! Alright scratch that. What is wrong with the Adria Dilworth’s of this world? A lot of things?

XxConfusedxX666: we should switch s/ns just gimme her name

Blowup3: RadnorsNewBitch

Pfft. She has a point though it should be Radnor’s Dead Bitch because that is what she will be by the end of October. Halloween, hmm how appropriate! Pfft. I’m a loser.

XxConfusedxX666: wow eye roll rofl. Well now she’s in 4 it

Blowup3: o yea u hav her combo

Good one there Dill! I will make sure to pack a cookie for you tomorrow before I head to school.

XxConfusedxX666: did I rele say ur brain was functioning earlier?

Blowup3: shut up

Haha gotcha there bozo Dilly! I like that it sounds nice.

I don’t know but it’s something about talking to Dill that amuses me, or more appropriately Bozo Dilly. Maybe it’s the fact that she is intelligent but prefers to be the exact opposite to aggravate people or to impress people. I don’t know what impresses people if you act stupid but then again I was. And still am, at the very bottom of the social latter an d enjoy where I now stand, on the bottom.

When Jen came on the computer I was immediately Instant-Messaging her. It is really hilarious to me that I am doing this because only six hours ago or possibly less I was never even dreaming of talking to her for my entire school year. And then well I don’t know after watching her get pushed down the stairs by that little twit Stacy I think we bonded because, well you know, I did have piss in my hair. I washed that out the minute I got home I’ll have you know. Really gross and I did not want Sandra or Mum noticing.

I heard the door bang open another time and I knew my father was home. Oh goody for me. I really am not all that fond of my father at all. He’s the kind of Dad that works late and when he comes home early just sits down in front of the television and does not even acknowledge the fact that his wife and two kids are home.

“Angela!” Mum called up the stairs. “Cassandra!” I moaned and put up an Away Message knowing that one of those hated family dinners was ready. I really did hate them and this was the only thing that me and Sandra agreed on. They were living nightmares. Our father was never satisfied. The first thing he would do was insult Mum’s VERY good cooking and say it was trash. Then he would go on to ask Sandra and I how are grades were in school (though he could not do that today seeing as it was our first day) and if we got anything below a 95 he was angered and slammed his fists on the table and shook his wine glass and when some spilt on Mum’s tablecloth he blamed it on us! So naturally Sandra and I have grown accustomed to lying to our father even though that does break one of the Ten Commandments but none of our family, except Mum, is religious so it’s all good.

I guess you could say that I was not really anticipating my old man’s irritating rambles and interrogations. So when I reluctantly arose from my comfortable blue swivel chair I walked, as if on a balance beam, and arrived at my door a little later then Mum would have wanted. I then took a little less time opening my door and I walked out noting how Sandra’s door were still shut tight and her music was blasting louder then mine had been and I listen to heavier stuff then she does (note: Sandra’s top 3: Plain White T’s, Jessica Simpson, and The Red Hot Chilly Peppers!). I knocked loudly on her door. Usually I would have just ignored the fact that she had not heard the dinner call but the old man was home and I hated his voice so I wanted to hear it as little as possible. I rapped harder and she came to the door looking aggravated. She was in the process of curling her hair.

“Where did you think you were going?” I asked smirking. She glared at me and attempted to shut the door in my face! Now if Dad were a more loving and funny dad then I would have just went down stairs and said “Oh, Sandy? Gosh where could she be? Blasting her music and not hungry enough to answer her stomach’s protesting pleas?” I don’t know my sarcastic comments are horrible but I live for them you could say. But anyways I pushed the door open because Dad is not the funny and loving dad he should be and I love my sister enough to make sure she does not experience hell.

“What?” she hissed.

“Nice snake imitation,” I said smirking because she actually had hissed. “Dinner’s ready. The old man is home. Take the hint.” I turned on my heel then and walked down the stairs two at a time and sat down at the table just as Dad was beginning to make himself comfortable motioning with his fork for Mum to serve him. Yup you heard. So yeah his motto is the lamest. I work for this to be put on the table so duh you serve me Ladies of the House. Pfft, as if. And oh yeah he can watch TV for five hours a day because, you guessed it, HE PAYS FOR IT! I mean come on give it up old dude.

Okay yes, I know this guy is my dad. I know I am talking about my dad. But lets ask ourselves if I care anymore then I did before with that knowledge in my head? Hah take a wild guess.

“How’s school Jelly,” Dad asked me as I began to serve him. I had already shooed Mum away because I could not stand the hurt expression written all over her face. And oh I forgot to mention there is another reason why I hate my dad.

When Sandra and I were younger we each had these little nicknames and they were tormenting even then. You see, Sandra and I, we were smart (I did include Sandra there for many reasons that I will explain later) and you know well we kind of figured that having little food nicknames or any kind of kiddy nickname was bad from the start. So you see at this point being called Jelly is not so swell and its not really what makes a good parent. Aggravating children is never a wise tactic. Mum learned it ages ago and she managed somehow to get Dad to stop calling Sandra Casserole. I suppose that is just a tad bit worse then being called Jelly. Alright maybe it’s a million times worse but why would I ever admit that?

Sandra came down just then looking flustered and a little nervous. Yup Cassandra Casserole was nervous.

“Hey there my little Casserole!” Dad cooed to Sandra. I had to smirk and immediately covered my face with my long untied black hair as I began to hastily scarf down food. I did not want to irritate Sandra right in her face in front of Dad. It was unwise to say the least.

“Hello Father.” Okay so maybe I lied. Sandra really is smart and this is one of the reasons why I said so earlier. For one thing she has had to deal with Dad a lot longer then I have. Okay whatever three years more but, anyway. She has had this torture for a few years more then me and has never really been fond of him. I mean not fond at all. She doesn’t even go as far as calling him Dad the way I do. She just calls him Father and that’s that. He gets mad at her for it but she doesn’t care. She just hates him. Its that simple and plain and he doesn’t care.

“Sorry Casserole?”

“Hello Father,” she emphasized the word Father and I felt a chill run down my spine at the cold tones she was using towards her provider and caretaker. As predicted by my incredible psychic abilities Dad stood up slamming his fists on the table. I hate to let on about this but he doesn’t just get mad at our grades. He is a really sensitive loser. He’s the sour puss in this story I read when I was little. I don’t really remember it though, shame I would have gotten it for him for Christmas.

“I will not have that attitude in my house!” he roared yelling over the precious TV in the background that was blaring at full volume. I remind myself to get some Advil before going upstairs. And another thing, attitude? Um who did he think he was kidding?

“Well then we’re all hypocrites,” Sandra muttered and I had to literally put my fist in my mouth in order to restrain my laughter because it really made no sense in a sense.

“Shut up Jelly,” Dad spat at me and I immediately obeyed. I stood up then having emptied my plate of its contents. You see the strategy is to put food on your plate so as not to disappoint Mum but to put so little that you can get away from the table as fast as you possibly can.
I raced up the stairs, again taking them two at a time and found myself in my happy place. I slammed the door shut and sat back in my swivel chair and returned from away to talk to my friends who immediately bamboozled me with their comments. I am really not used to this so I was kind of baffled at first.

Blowup3: That was fast

XxConfusedxX666: Shut up

Blowup3: Ok?

Oops maybe that wasn’t smart. Okay well he angers me is all.

XxConfusedxX666: sorry Dill I just kinda screwed up.

Blowup3: you’re telling me?

Ok now she is asking for it. Or maybe I’m just in a testy mood.

AlreadyDead28: How was din?

XxConfusedxX666: Spaghetti and meatballs, nothing too impressive to say the least

AlreadyDead28: Better then not being able to eat anything at all I tried and my stomach protested like whoa my bro george was all EW J that nasty and I was just like no shit george and he like no shit? Funny I c madd shit and I might let off some of my own and then he ran down to my mom. Ugh!

Poor kid. I was complaining about Dad? Okay I had reasons to and so does she. Ugh Stacy is so paying for what she’s doing to poor Jen.

XxConfusedxX666: that sucks serious ass Jen, tear, u poor kid I’ll give stacy a knuckle punch & say its from u 2moro

AlreadyDead28: hah that’s ok she’ll pay soon enough I mean u being the 1 with her scree name and combo this shouldn’t be so tough.

XxConfusedxX666: So Dill’s letting her beak do some flappin’ I c

AlreadyDead28: Dill? Haha oooooooo sorry I’m a little slo! That’s good I’m glad we might put that to use sooner or later. A little lying to Dill won’t kill her once she realizes how much it’s benefited the battle against the witch.

Whoa Jen is smart! Now if she had asked me to team up with her against Stacy earlier I would have said yes without hesitation. I love the way her mind works! Dill is a perfect tool in the operation. She can let her beak flap! Oh she loves doing that so there’s no real harm in this whole idea! I love Jen’s brain, I should ask her to borrow it.

XxConfusedxX666: do u allow brain rental?

AlreadyDead28: u mean u didn’t think of that? Wow no u cant cuz then itd go 2 waste.

XxConfusedxX666: ha ha I like your humorous comments if u smell the sarcasm through the wires.

AlreadyDead28: yea whatever I got to go help with chores downstairs.

XxConfusedxX666: u still have to do chores after that back thing? Evil parents

AlreadyDead28: no not really. I love my parents to pieces. They aren’t evil all. They never have been. They are truly amazing. I respect them so I don’t protest. Its actually my dad making me do work. My mom’s against it but whatever. I like doing it.

XxConfusedxX666: eye roll ok ttul

“Jelly!” NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Jennifer Anderson

I, undoubtedly like Angie, am not used to a thousand Instant-Messages a second the way Adria probably is. I mean before today no one cared about me at all besides my family and I was pretty ok with that and the only person on my Buddy List had been George so I had never really used the lovely little AOL invention until today.

Blowup3: u feeling ok?

Wow someone who actually cares! And who would have thought it would be Adria Dilworth of all people? Funny what one day does to you.

AlreadyDead28: o yea side from the fact that my back & shoulders hurt and my head is pounding and I hav this kinda screwed up brain system right now I’m fine.

Blowup3: screwed up brain system? Stop rambling jen u confusing me

Go figure.

AlreadyDead28: no need 2 vent 2 sum1 I hardly no.

Blowup3: I’m ur friend now

No way? I never would have known that! I think this is what Angie was talking about when she rambled on earlier about people stating the obvious. Poor girl must have a serious desire to block Adria.

AlreadyDead29: cuz they ditched ya, gtg eat ttul

Blowup3: ttul

My back is killing me. I have never had such pains in my life. The affect that Stacy’s evildoing has inflicted is overpowering. My mind is racing and I can hardly eat Mom’s exquisite lasagna. She hardly ever makes it and I know she made it because of my pain or something. But I can’t eat it though I am really trying.

“Eleanor?” Dad said as the phone rang and Jean dropped her plate of lasagna on the floor. Well actually she kind of let pushed it onto the floor. George stood up and went to clean up the mess by Jean’s seat as Mom went to grab the telephone. I just sat there looking at my barely touched lasagna. I stabbed it with my fork attempting to put it into my mouth a second time. I managed but I could hardly swallow it. Then I took another bite and then another. George looked over at me trying to hide a sympathetic smile from crossing his face.

“Jay I can finish that,” he said passing his plate over to me so that I could scrape my food off. “If you clean up after Jean.” I grimaced and he laughed. “Just kidding,” he said after Dad gave him a stern look.

“Peter!” Mom called. Dad stood up with a sigh and made his way into the kitchen. I heard Mom and Dad talking briefly and then Mom came back into the room as Dad talked on the phone. “Oh really Jennifer,” Mom scolded when she saw the food that I had just finished scraping off of my plate. I felt guilty then, really guilty. I knew Mom had made it for me but it was not my fault that I couldn’t eat it. I blame it on my stomach and Stacy Yates.

“Mom,” George said jumping into the conversation at my defense. “Jay’s just sick is all and it’s that Yates girl and the pushing her down a flight of stairs thing I guess you could say.”

“Yeah that sums it all up,” I said quietly. I felt my temper begin to rise and my fists clench. Mom noticed too because she looked disapproving. She finally just nodded and I ran up the stairs assuming that I was excused.

I stepped into my room but then immediately thought better of it. My stomach was churning and I ran from my room and into the bathroom. I could hear Dad talking on the phone downstairs as I let the gross substances out of my system.

George came up the stairs then and when he saw what I was doing his mouth automatically fell open in horror and his face went kind of whitish. I was forced to laugh at the look on his face and I guess that woke him from his revere.

“EW! Jay that’s nasty!” he cried clutching at his own stomach as if he thought that it wasn’t such a bad idea.

“No shit George,” I murmured grimacing at the toilet with distaste.

“No shit?” George asked his mouth hanging open a little more. I nearly laughed at his expression. “Funny. I see mad shit. In fact I might let out some of my own!” he shook his head looking at me sympathetically. “Poor Jenny-pooh.” I gave him the finger and he ran downstairs to report me.

I went back into my room and decided to annoy Angie since she was on because I really wanted to be the annoyer and not the annoyed.

AlreadyDead28: How was din?

XxConfusedxX666: Spaghetti and meatballs, nothing too impressive to say the least.

AlreadyDead28: Better then not being able to eat anything at all I tried and my stomach protested like whoa my bro george was all EW J that nasty and I was just like no shit george and he like no shit? Funny I c madd shit and I might let off some of my own and then he ran down to my mom. Ugh!

XxConfusedxX666: that sucks serious ass Jen, tear, u poor kid I’ll give stacy a knuckle punch & say its from u 2moro

Oh aren’t you a sympathetic one Angie. I mean really would have loved piss in my hair compared to pain. Ugh she had it better off but I’m not about to bust her pride because she’s got something up her sleeve.

AlreadyDead28: hah that’s ok she’ll pay soon enough I mean u being the 1 with her scree name and combo this shouldn’t be so tough.

XxConfusedxX666: So Dill’s letting her beak do some flappin’ I c

Umm sorry? What on earth is she talking about? I mean really I’ve heard people say strange things in my time but Dill’s letting her beak do some flapping? What the heck? Wait…Dill Dilworth!! Okay I feel sane still, phewph.

AlreadyDead28: Dill? Haha oooooooo sorry I’m a little slo! That’s good I’m glad we might put that to use sooner or later. A little lying to Dill won’t kill her once she realizes how much it’s benefited the battle against the witch.

The Wicked Witch of the West. Ha, ha, ha.

XxConfusedxX666: do u allow brain rental?

Umm??

AlreadyDead28: u mean u didn’t think of that? Wow no u cant cuz then itd go 2 waste.

XxConfusedxX666: ha ha I like your humorous comments if u smell the sarcasm through the wires.

AlreadyDead28: yea whatever I got to go help with chores downstairs.

XxConfusedxX666: u still have to do chores after that back thing? Evil parents

AlreadyDead28: no not really. I love my parents to pieces. They aren’t evil all. They never have been. They are truly amazing. I respect them so I don’t protest. Its actually my dad making me do work. My mom’s against it but whatever. I like doing it.

XxConfusedxX666: eye roll ok ttul

Hah well it was not the truth but I was a little irked by Angie’s comments so I went downstairs seeking chores. I did the dishes while Dad continued to talk on the phone.

“Who’s he talking to?” I asked Mom looking at Dad incredulously because Dad never talked on the phone that long even to Grandma and Grandpa Anderson.

“Lucida Bombshell,” Mom said coldly glaring at Dad. I shuddered because it was never often that Mom got annoyed or irritated with Dad. Whoever Lucida was she was not a friend of the family, or at least not a friend of the entire family. I looked worriedly at Mom and she just shook her head. She shook her head a little too vigorously though and then loose bun that she had made came undone causing her to be more aggravated. I looked back at Dad as he continued talking to Lucida Bombshell.

“Dad I need the phone,” I lied just to lower Mom’s anger a tad. Mom looked over at me gratefully from where she had started to redo her hair.

“What’s that Jay?” Dad asked me apparently to intent to on whatever Lucida had to say to even listen to me.

“I need the phone,” I said through clenched teeth. Now I could see clearly why Mom was getting angry and I actually had the audacity, yes audacity, then to snatch the phone away from him. “Hello,” I said kindly and Lucida stopped talking mid sentence. “Yes Miss Bombshell he has to stop talking now because his daughter has a school assignment on which she must inquire upon to one of her friends who does not have the luxury of a computer.” There was silence on the other line and then there was a click and I watched as Dad’s face turned beat red as I clicked the off button.

“You will never do that again!” he thundered standing up and walking over to me and shaking my shoulders violently. “Jay you swear to me that you will never do that EVER again! You have no school projects! You just started school today for God’s sake!”

“Actually technically I do have a school project,” I said slyly. I winked at George who had heard the commotion and had come to investigate. He groaned and I laughed. “No fear Georgie!” I cried and then I hugged Mom and went back upstairs to my room where I typed a way.

Adria Dilworth

Family dinners are nightmares. They are especially nightmares when Corey’s friends decide that they simply cannot bare the thought of eating with a bunch of rock-star wannabes. I ask you. They aren’t wannabes for one thing. And for another I would give anything to sit at a dining room table if Evan Rudolph was one of its occupants. Darren was looking at me strangely from across the table and Vernon and Toby were actually sitting with us so I tried hard not to look grumpy even though this made situations worse. I ask you, again, why does our family have to be so damned colossal? They could not have just stopped at me now could they/

I would probably still be with Lila, Penny, and Sue if I had had my way there because Toby would not have asked me to borrow a dollar and then Stacy would mot have found my company repulsive and overwhelming or just plain old retarded. I looked away from Darren and tried to stare at someone else who was not so good at reading minds.

“You owe me a dollar,” I snapped at Toby as he scooped mashed potatoes on his plate. He looked at me wide eyed and then his mouth created a bit of an O and then he went back to scooping more potatoes onto Corey and his chums’ plates. Why were they here again? I’m sorry but they are not needed here. Mom has enough mouths to feed as it is so they should just back of.

Mom and Dad enter the room then and Mom has a large pan of something and I kind of dread what’s under the tinfoil because by now the loud chattering of about ten boys in one room is starting to drive me insane. I glance over at my only sister and she has some kind of far off expression, which basically tells me that I’m the only one who’s having strings pulled.

“Alright everyone sit down!” Dad yells over the chatter. Everyone complies within the next five minutes and then Dad, who sits at the end of the table, says grace lifting his eyes up to a nameless dude who probably has much better things to do then listen to my old preacher and his kids. “Loving God we thank you for this food that we are about to partake and may we use it to nourish our bodies and with this nourishment to do Your will. Amen.” Okay so why do Patrick and Don like staying here again? I mean really a place like our house sure is appealing but not at dinner.

As I nibbled on carrots the way the rabbits do I listen to all the chatter about me and glare at Darren’s untouched mashed potatoes across the table. Then of course I remembered what day it was and how my family liked to be “connected”. This meant the dreaded questions that first day of school brought home with you.

“Adge,” Mom said from across the table where she sat on Dad’s left so she was close to the kitchen. “How was your first day of high school?” Oh yeah, now I remembered that the questions were even worse because it was the first day of High School. I shrugged and went back to nibbling on my carrots ignoring all the pairs of eyes that were in my direction.

“You made friends with that Bridge girl,” Toby said smirking. “The Goth. Or at least you attempted to. I saw you following her around all day like some kind of cat and mouse game.”

“Sheesh,” said Vernon shaking his head mechanically as he shoveled down some carrots.

“Why aren’t you with the dudes?” Toby demanded of Vernon. Vernon looked up from his fifty miles an hour food eating session and gave Toby a wide eyed expression. Toby returned it apparently confused. I, for one, was glad that they had forgotten about the topic of me and Bridge who had become my friend because of my tagalongs after all and I was enjoying her company more so then Lila, Penny, or Sue’s.

“Ooh,” said Vernon. “We just finished practice early and I wanted to get home for supper and then to my schoolwork since we all have big tests.” Pfft, yeah. As if Vernon you aren’t even convincing Connor and Corey and they are the lowlifes of the family if we ever had them. They were looking at Vernon with glee in their eyes and I was too despite myself. Darren’s eyes were boring into his younger brother’s and Vernon just returned the gaze and went back to his carrots.

“Nice one there Vernon,” Connor muttered. “We know you’re a liar. You’ve always stunk at that trait man.” There was silence after that and I suppose you could categorize it as “uncomfortable”. Patrick and Don were looking uneasy and they shoveled down the last of their lamb chops and potatoes and then exclaimed that they had to get home now that their brothers had stopped practicing. Connor and Corey led them to the door and then Mom spoke up again.

“You made new friends Adge?” she commented and I glared at Toby who smirked and I watched with disgust as potatoes came out his nose. I hated him and his big mouth. “You mean no more Lila, Penny, and Sue?” Vernon looked up then and had a kind of surprised expression on his face.

“That Lila one is hot,” he said straight out. “And Sue too but Evan’s got his eye on her, not me.” I felt my heart sink at this statement. Okay fine. So Evan could like Sue but he was not going to like her for long because I was going to ruin all three girls’ reputations. I felt that hot substance known as anger erupt in my veins and then after that I just looked down at my hardly touched food.

“Lila?” Darren asked shocked. “No way Vernon? Hmm pity she probably won’t stop by as much.”

“So,” said Mom trying to avoid the conversations between Darren and Vernon since they did not get along so much. “What are they like Adge?” Oh my God!

“Yeah well Bridge isn’t that bad,’ I said glaring at Toby. “And I only followed her around because we were headed for the same classes. She listens to rock music and wears black all the time and is in some of my classes including Gym and French.”

“Hmm,” Toby said his brows furrowed. I glared at him. “And Angie’s’ not the only one that has taken place of Lila, Penny, and Sue. I mean Stacy’s a real chum ain’t she?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I blurted forgetting the vulgar cautions at the dinner table. “She dumped a hat of piss on Bridge and pushed Jen down the stairs and stole my friends from em!”

“She gave you new ones,” Toby said unmoved. This fight was stupid and I had had enough of it to say the least and it looked as though we were hitting some of Dad’s nerves. I got up and went to the sink and with a “Thanks for the dinner Mom,” went up to my room and closed the door hard wondering why Mom could have asked all those annoying questions to Jillian instead of me.

I checked my emails and saw that I had three. One of them I noted was from Penny who had hardly talked to me all day. I was not so sure I wanted to read it but I went ahead and did any.

Adge,

Yeah um yo it’s Penny. I’m mad sorry bout earlier & was hoping you’d sit wit me Lila and Sue tomorrow coz they’re sorry 2 and we wanna chill wit u still. Stacy says she’s sorry for being a rude-head and I kinda think she said that coz you were hanging around with the lowlifes (Bridge and company). We really don’t want your school year to be THAT horrible so we’re opening your spot back our lunch table. Please come back coz we like miss you mucho. We’ll stop by your house tomorrow if you wanna walk with us.

Penny

I glared at the screen and then returned from away and Instant-Messaged Penny.

Blowup2: they aren’t lowlifes so I don’t know what you are talking about.

Okay so that was not such a great way to stick up for my new found friends but I’ll work on the insults and comebacks later when I feel it to be a more important time to waste my energy.

Penny4adime: Adria? Jeez what’re u talking bout? You’ve got me all confused!

Blowup3: Jesus Christ Penny you’re the lowlife it appears.

Wow someone help this pathetic loser out a bit because she’s being an embarrassment to humanity.

Penny4adime: 1st school days r stressful 4 u? yea they r I remember now. I’m sorry Adge but….lol….wow u r hilarious!

Huh? Is she drugged?

Blowup3: eh? No comprehend over here. I don’t kno or wanna kno wat ur doing.

Penny4adime: pfft whatever Adria I c we r beyond ur reach now. Im sensing loathing in ur tone.

Tone? Uh you can’t tell a thing through technological wires. Oh well shows how much I know about my little ex-group of buds who are probably all staring at the same computer screen.

Blowup3: Well don’t bother picking me up tomorrow I really don’t need your charity when I’ve got a ride to school with far better company.

Penny4adime: oOoOo? Yeah that Jake Jillian guy? Puh-lease. U make me sic Adge he’s a noob.

Noob? She never used that term. Hell what the hell was a noob? (Note: ask Bridge or Jenny),

Blowup3: better go I’ll ttul

Blowup3 is away at 7:18:15 PM.

Angie Bridge

Okay so in class for English wee have been already instructed to write in journals once a week and it’s the first day of school for God’s sake! Mrs. Felix wants us to relay our experiences through paper so we don’t forget them or something like that. Wow, I really want to forget mine but she is going to get her wish whether I like it or not because lets not forget who chews on her pencil while doing our grades: Mrs. Felix cough cough. Oh well now that Dad’s done harassing me I can start my first lovely English assignment.

8-31-06

Sorry Mrs. Felix but I have to impress upon you the stupidity of this assignment before I go and tell you a bunch of lies this will be the one truth I tell you. This is pointless and again I say stupid. I’m sorry but I would much rather talk to my friends: Dill, Jen, and company. I actually have friends now! Bet yah didn’t know that. And Dan forgot bout him. Oops didn’t mean to mention that Mrs. Felix hastily erased. This is so dumb I don’t know why I’m wasting my time. Ok so maybe I’ll say a few true things so that you can report the loser and take her into custody. But that undoubtedly will not be of necessity since my “friends” and I are going to solve everything ourselves and become “independent young adults” as you have always encouraged.

Now Mrs. Felix we must start with basics here so you understand us pathetic freshmen. We act exactly the same as 8th graders and probably have similarities with the 10th graders and hopefully not with the 11th graders because that would include my horrible sister Sandra a.k.a. Casserole! Aw shucks that was mean of me! ANYWAY! So yes I don’t know if Stacy Yates is in your class, is she? If so my sympathies lie with you my dear teacher of the English language and Lit. Okay I’m getting ahead of myself though and I can’t believe I’m not lying to you even though I should be and I hope Jen and Dill lie to you if they have you I’m not sure if they do. Ok so anyways we are going to pretend I did not mention Jennie and Dill because then they will be to blame if they did not write this stuff to you if they have you at all. Jen Jest and Dill Ditwit only for short we’ll call her Wit even though I’m positive that you don’t know who Dill is to begin with and there are a million Jen’s in the world thank God (if there is one and if there is one he ain’t so sympathetic to me because I’m suffering like no one could ever suffer). Okay so anyway let’s start at the beginning of this lovely day that I hate so much. Alright so first and foremost before this year I had like no friends. But then things changed dun dun dun!

Ok so I walked into school today anticipating a boring bull crap year and I suppose I’m going to get just that but take out the boredom. So anyways I walked into gym and there’s a NEW girl! I can’t believe it can you? Well technically we’re all “new” but you know I considered her “newer” because none of us freshmen knew her. I knew she was bad from the beginning when she went to sit with Lila Hayes who probably has some Purple in her locker. I can check if you like. Ok so anyway that distresses our little friend Wit. Wit loves Lila, Penny, and Sue for some whacked up reason that she hasn’t told me yet. So anyway I don’t know why but I kind of attracted her attention after I made fun of evil Stacy Yates right in front of her so she was glued to me like…glue? So then I resigned to making friends with her and whatnot. I have very childish intentions if you know what I mean. At lunch today I was being tailed by her and on instinct I sat next to a really good looking freshman known as Drew. PHEWIE he is one fine guy. But of course Dan’s at that table too and I’ll stop talking now cough cough. ANYWAY! I met Jest during….Health? She noticed my hair, which was dumped with piss by Stacy at lunch by the way. After that class we were fast pals. But then we were on the way out of school and I saw Jest at the bottom of the steps being the laughingstock of Stacy’s jokes and I got mad enough to really start to like Jest.

So yea then we got a ride home in Dan’s parents’ minivan and boy was that blissful, SHHH! When I got home I was doomed to realize that my Father was coming home to take over the living room and to humiliate my sister and myself. Cassandra and I NEVER get along. Cassandra Bridge is a TOTALLY different person from myself, thank God (again). Its kind of sad that after being sisters for so long we only agree on one thing and that is that, WE HATE DAD! For one thing, well never mind that’s none of your business Mrs. Felix. Honestly are you trying to toy with our minds or something? Whatever I really don’t know or care but what else is there to say except that ooh goody goody gumdrops! Mom and Dad are fighting downstairs AGAIN!

So long for now…Childish Intentions (sounds cool I’m going to sign stuff with that from now on)

I guess that that could have been worse if you know what I mean. I really like the Childish Intentions thing and it sounds as though I’ve seen it before somewhere and had to use it on instinct. I went over to the computer and opened up my Internet ignoring Jen and Dill who were really attaching to me like…magnets? Yeah well anyway they are attaching themselves. Well Jen’s not really because she’s got Drew and Scarlett and Mia. I highly doubt that she needs me half as much as Dill does now that her friends have betrayed her.

But whatever apparently they were really trying to be friends with her again inviting her to have a walk to school with them like old times. She had rejected them sticking up for Jen and I, how touching?

Okay well it sounds like the fighting has died down downstairs, which is saying something. That was when my door bangs open at any rate and my mom enters my hunk of junk room with her nostrils flaring.

“In bed Angie,” she snaps. “NOW!” I look down at the clock on the computer and see 9:10.

“But Mum ‘tis an early hour!” I exclaimed trying to make her see reason in her insanity.

“Sandy went to bed so you should too if I’m forcing your elder as well!”

“Why do we have too—“

“GO TO BED!” she screeched and I actually cringed away in my shock and terror. I decided I was going to kill Dad the next time that we made eye contact and give him a verbal attack.

Our World


Cecilia

Damn them. Fuck all of them. Ha, mom, you can't punish me for thinking something, can you? Well you know what Lux? I'm gonna take you up on your bet. You said that if I found a way to kill myself, you would do it in a year's time. Well guess what? It was easier than you thought. If I land just right, you'll be eating your words, won't you?

Is this the reason I will be dead tonight, be fed to the fiery underworld? Yea, I guess I never have lost a bet. Well you know what? The devil's probably nicer than you, mother. You bitch. Ha, mom, I just called you a bitch. And as I stare into your cold gray eyes, I know that you can't do a damn thing about it.

So now I'm trudging up the steps, making as big of a scene as I can. All of the guys are looking at me, aren't they Lux? Me, not you. I never attracted them, but I never wanted to. That was your deal. But even you can't take your eyes off of me, can you Lux?

And what about you, Mary? I feel you staring at my back. Always parading around makeup in front of my face. And all this time, you didn't know that it wasn't makeup I wanted.

I remember how you stood with us, Bonnie. It was Lux, me, and you. And later on, Mary and Therese came into the picture to make it more...dramatic I guess. But you and Lux hate it too, don't you? This life. This damn life. We humans are more like bugs than we think. We are born, some of us reproduce, then we die. Some of us are mendicants, some are prosperous in life's terms. But, you knew that none of that mattered, didn't you? You were never the shy one to me, you were the smart one.

Therese, you always tried to take care of all of us. You were the last to agree to death for any of us. But when we explained how we hated mom and dad, and our teachers, and everyone on this God forsaken planet, you let us go. Then, in summing up your feelings, you said that you never let any of us do anything without you doing it, also. So, good luck sister.

And now I've reached the landing. I look down the hall, and back down the stairs. I could just go back to the party. No, I remind myself, I've come too far. So, now I'm looking at the window. When I jump, I'll be jumping into the next world. The one where I can be myself, without people judging me by the scars on my wrist. But, they're right, aren't they? They see a depressed girl who felt death would be better than her hell on earth. And that's me.

I leaped out the window. I felt the fence plunge through my heart. And you know what, I don't see a Goddamn light. Well, maybe that's because I'm not going to heaven.

Lux

I get the most modern way to die, at least. I hate to think this, since she's probably dead right now, but Bonnie's hanging idea was so medieval. And the booze and drugs idea was outdated in the 60's. Also, I couldn't stand the thought of burning my torso and head. But, Mary was always more courageous than me. I guess Cecilia had a good idea. After her wrists, she needed to know her plan wouldn't fail this time. And it didn't. Maybe I'll have to tell her that when I see her again. In about 4 minutes.

I hear the boys screaming. Everything's going exactly to plan. "You can still save me," I whisper into the air. I laugh humorlessly. After seeing Bonnie's limp body hanging from the noose like that, I don't blame them for getting the hell away from here. And I don't want saved anyway.

"Don't fear the reaper. Come on baby. Don't fear the reaper. Baby take my hand," I sing softly. "Romeo and Juliet...are together in eternity." I could feel the exhaust in my body. About three more minutes.

Love. That's what it was all about for me. When Trip and I were, together, I thought maybe I'd screw the promise. I might actually run away with him. I was such a naive little girl then! I can't be happier that I grew out of that phase.

And when mom and dad locked us up, I knew my sisters would come around. No one wants to live like how we were forced to live. God, mom's nuts. Just a psycho bitch. Hey mom, guess what? You're killing me here, litterally.

Oh, and all the boys on the roof. I knew what we were doing today, and I knew I had to live all I could. And I did it just to amuse the guys across the street. They were fun to have around and mislead, until Bonnie started falling for them. That's why all this elaborate shit was set up. No one knew this except me.

Still about two minutes left. Shit, I have to hurry up. I didn't plan the boys' reaction, thinking I would be dead. But what if they called the police? Oh, there is no chance in hell that I'm staying here with my bitch parents. Damn, I must breath faster.

It's working now, I can feel it in my blood. No need to panic anymore. I'll just lay back on the seat and take a quick nap...

Bonnie

Therese is gone, we all watched her. So, there's no turning back now. But, I really don't want to die like this, right now at least. I love those boys, and Lux had to think of the only plan that would deceive them and make them hate us.

If Lux hadn't chose the car as her final departure, I'd be half tempted to drive to Florida with them. We could have a great life. But, I know I could never do it, even if I could use the car. I couldn't abandon the promise Lux and I made to Cecilia the night of her brave attempt.

Wonder if we'll make the news. Not like it'll matter when I'm gone, but you never know. Maybe being on the news will hit mom like an upper cut, or whatever terms those boxers use.

It's around my neck now. This makes me feel like I did something noble, like rebelling against a king. But the truth is that I'm just a coward, and I give up when the going gets tough. But, I'm with my sisters.

I want to write the boys a note, but I know it's to late. So instead of thinking anymore, which is only causing me pain, I'm kicking the box out from under me. I love you.

Mary

I'm doing this because I'm angry. Just goddammed angry at everyone on this fucking planet. The way they treated me like some outsider. I was never let inside the group, was I?

So to all you fucking perfect cheerleaders, I'm doing this because of you. And because of you, mother and dad. Thus, let us not forget my sisters. Who I envied and ignored, loved and despised, but among all, I followed. The only reason the oven is warming up right now.

And because of you, Trip. God the crush I had on you was unbelievable. And Susie told you, didn't she? So you went after my sister. And the day you came to my house, and when I snuck out and walked to your car, and well... You know what Trip? That was my first time! And I had to act like it never happened, and I couldn't tell anyone. It's supposed to be magical, Trip. Guess you never did know how to make a girl feel special.

But I'm past you, and I'm past Lux's crying, and I'm past feeling. I just know I have to leave. Lux has been bothering me about feeling the most pain when I pass. She says Therese could make room on the bed. But, I know I want to feel pain. Because I haven't felt phsyical pain in the longest time.

If we had the records back, I'd be playing KISS right now. But, no, mom thinks the music gives us bad ideas. Well, if it wasn't for her, we wouldn't be doing this. At least I didn't die a virgin.

The physical pain is harsh, I know this because my head is in the oven. And it's really black.

Therese

I just washed the pills down with some bitter tasting alcohal.

It's not that I think life was all that bad, not until Lux went around with that Trip. That was when our house turned into a high security women's prison. The food everywhere, the underwear strewn across everything, the dispicable odor. It was a hell hole. Lux made them make it as dirty as possible, she said that would be harder for mom. Lux had such a deep seeded hatred for mom. I know she got it from Cecilia.

Lux always did have such an impression on all of us. Heck, even after Cecilia died and she was the youngest, we followed her around. I never was a leader. She told me that if I did the pills and booze, that I would have died like a famous rockstar. I know she's a liar, that I'm just a coward, but since I didn't want to go against her, I didn't speak up.

We were always in our own little world. Well, every night Lux left for some asshole on the roof, but she'd always come back. Lux was like the king, ruling and dictating over all of us. Cecilia was like the princess, in that she told Lux what to do and Lux listened, half the time. Bonnie and I were just peasants, sitting, watching them take control of our life without saying a word. But Mary was the rebel. I've never figured out or asked why, but Mary never listened to Lux. She said Lux was a prick and that she wouldn't take orders from her little sister. Except for tonight. Because after they leave here, she's going to kill herself, too.

I'm not really sure what to do now. I think I'm supposed to just wait, but I don't feel any different. Maybe I should take another pill, but I won't. Lux told me to wait and do nothing, so I'm waiting and doing nothing.

I wonder what my sisters are doing now. Bonnie's probably in the noose, and the oven's probably warming up for Mary, and Lux is probably playing with the heads of the boys. Which was the one idea Bonnie protested. I didn't know why until this morning when Bonnie told me she loved them. She believed herself to be the maiden and them the knights, trying to rescue her. Lux told her to stop daydreaming. I have a feeling she's known for longer.

But, right now, this is my time. I get to be first. So, Cecilia, make room for me. I'm coming.

So, I'm nothing.

You took something from me, now you’ve disappeared.

Lux lay there on the football field not really knowing what went on. Was she no longer a virgin? She wiped the sleep out of her eyes and realized what had happened. It was the greatest night of her life but Tripp was gone. Lux started to laugh then started to cry. She went home all disheveled. Each step she took her anger grew. Therese asked “Are you okay? Where did you go? Momma and pop are so mad at you. Maybe you should clean up a little.” She said this so fast thet Lux barely heard her.

The next day at school she was miserable. She was grounded and could only go to school and church for a month.

You're Right Where I Want You.

You Said You Wanted It, Alright.

There he was. Tripp was by his locker talking to his friends. Lux went over to him and asked him “ Can I talk to you a second or two?” Tripp looked at his friends and then look back at Lux. “Alone please.” She spoke in the calmest tone she could utter. “ Dude we’ll see you later.” One of his friends said and walked away and the other followed. Tripp tried to kiss her hello but she backed away.

No! It’s Not Alright (3x)

“ What happened! You were there and when I woke you were gone.” Lux didn’t even blink. “I…I was afraid. I didn’t...” Tripp tried to explain but Lux did not give him a chance. Slap! Lux just walked away with out a word.

No... Now I'm something,

And Your Head Is In My Closet.

Dead Forever, They'll Never Search It...

Out Of Sight

No.. It’s not alright (3x)

It seemed she could do nothing. Days passed and she had moved on. Every night it was the same. A cigarette and sex on the roof top. The tiles made her uncomfortable but she didn’t mind when she was in action. The pain and pleasure made her smile. It was the only way Lux could forget. To numb the pain.

No... I'm Cold, So Cold,

Ohh, Ohh (2x)

They'll Find It (2x)

NO! NO WAY! (4x)

Lux had to run away. She decided this when Celia died. She just never had the guts to do it until now. Lux thought it was the sex that gave her the new confidence. Saturday night she would run away, runaway and live…live. Where? She had not thought of where she might live after this. She did not care.

When it reached Saturday night, she packed a few things silently, so as to not wake her sisters. ‘Finally I can be happy.’ Lux felt nothing but happiness as she ran through neighbor’s yards. Sex did not make her happy; it just gave her temporary pleasure, running away made her happy. She wanted to forget everything. Tripp, Mom, Dad, school, and her sisters.

Meanwhile, at the house. Mrs. Lisbon woke to the sounds of a door creaking in the wind. Lux had left the door wide open. Luckily, it was a warm night. She immediately checked on the Lisbon sisters. All of them were asleep. Mrs. Lisbon was relieved to see that they were safe.

As she closed the door, she realized that Lux was not there. Mrs. Lisbon opened the door again and rechecked the room. No, she was not there.

Mr. Lisbon was in the bathroom when Mrs. Lisbon returned to her bedroom. She went up to the bathroom door and banged on it. “Honey, hurry up…Lux is gone!” He was washing his hands but stopped in the middle of it when he heard his wife. “What!” he rushed out of the bathroom almost knocking over his wife. “Call the police!”

Lux finally made it to the out skirts of town. She started to laugh. “I made it, I made it.” Her hands on her knees and a smile on her face. She had to keep running. She did not want to be caught. When she finally was rested enough she saw a flashlight’s light shine on the ground. ‘Oh no.’ she thought to her self. Lux’s happiness drained from her.

Chapter 1

(Matt’s POV)

“While I can say it good to be back! Because we all know that it would be a lie,” I said to Colton and Rob during Advance Algebra.

“Well I heard we are getting a new girl this year,” Colton said as Ms. Turman started reading off page numbers to take notes from. No one was paying any attention.

“So this new girl who is she?” I asked.

“I heard that her name was Jamie, she’s hanging out with Emma and all her friends. So that means your ex-girlfriend!” Colton pointed out.

“Emma hates Jenny, so she won’t be hanging out with this Jamie person!” I cornered.

“That’s a good thing,” Colton muttered to himself.

“Why did you ever go out with Jenny anyways? Yeah she’s a hot babe but still she’s a bh to say the least!” Rob commented. He had a good point; why had I gone out with her?

“I have no idea. I still can’t get over walking in on her and Brandon. It was nasty and I thought he was a friend but friends don’t do that with their friends girlfriends!”

“Yeah, I still can’t get over it either but you did kick his a, which by the was hilarious. Let’s get back to the new girl is she a babe or a chick?” Rob asked.

“She was in my World Geo class and she’s a babe…a total hottie.” Colton answered. “But I have a girlfriend so I have to appear uninterested. She seats right next to me too, which is a pain in the neck to act that you not looking at one of the hottest people in school. She nice though we talked and she is awesome. I asked her about her next class and it happens to be this one. So you’ll be seeing for your self. Look who’s coming in now?”

I turned my head to see Emma and a girl I’ve never met which must mean the new girl, because I know everyone there is to know. She had mid-back length, golden blond hair. She was probably 5’7” and was really skinny; she would make an excellent basketball player. She had bright ice-cold blue eyes that held a hint of amusement in them; she wore a perfect smile with lovely dimples. Emma took her usual seat across the room and the new girl sat beside her. They were whispering to each other but pretend to be taking the stupid notes