Part 1 (vanessa)
“It burns”, I muttered trying to pull the covers back over my head, “Why do I have to get up so early?”.
“Because you told me to wake you up this early”, my sister said with annoyance.
“I wasnt serious, maybe.” The stare of her eye’s ‘really’ look bore through the covers into my sleepy face
“Okay fine, I’m getting up”, I muttered whisking the covers off of me in one smooth motion.
“Oh fuck sickles, I don’t want to see that. Cover yourself back up”
“Jeez I’m just in my underwear, not like you don’t see this yourself.”
“This is different, you’re.. whatever, I’m going to school.”
I stick my tongue out at her as she leaves the room. I decide its time clothes were probably useful, it is pretty cold in here. I get up and head to my closet, picking up the clothes I set out for myself yesterday. “ah, todays the day.” I thought, slipping on my garments. “I’m finally going to get my revenge.” The schemes of my failed previous attempts flit through my ongoing thoughts. “Er.. Hopefully..”
I head down stairs, grab my orange juice and toast, and head out the door. I walked to my bus stop, realized I still had the glass, then started running back to my house. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck.” I burst through the door, threw my glass into the sink. The sound of the shattering spurring me on. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck. I’m going to be late.” The pavement practically was murdered from the friction of my running as i stormed to the bus stop. It wasn't enough however, the bus leaving before my gasping finished sprinted self. “Fuck busses. Fuck school. Fuck.. Fucking I don't know.” After catching my breath I begin the long walk to school, my plans foiled till a later time.
the bell for second period ringing, announcing my arrival almost, as i stumble through the gate. I sneak past the front desk and ninja my way to the staircase. I look around make sure no one is looking before opening a panel and slipping into my hideaway. I empty my backpack on to the ground and begin my preparations. “Oh, its going to be good, its foolproof this time. She won't know what hit her.”
Part 2 (brenda)
The bell rings. i exhale softly, “shes probably under her stairs again.” She’s always late to school like that. She really should learn to be more proper. She’s so crass for a girl. “ It’s unhealthy, humph.” I asserted in a mutter. I looked at my watch, 2:55 it displayed in traditional hourhand format.”Schools almost over,” I thought, “What could she possibly be doing that would take all day, she knows i worry..”. The bell rings signalling the end of the class. “I should check on her, perhaps she fell asleep.” I gathered my things neatly placed them back in my bag. I stood up and walked towards the door.
I went straight for her hole, “I don't know why she still thinks I don't know about it.” I thought as I walked up to it. Opening and peering in, she was no where to be seen. Plenty of cardboard scrapings, loose paper, and a pair of scissors though. “Missed her again,” I sighed, “She's always so rushed, she always misses the roses to smell.” I closed her entrance and stood up. “No point walking to the front entrance from where I'm standing,” I figured as I moved towards the back entrance, “My car is closer to the back anyways.”
Part 3 (vanessa)
“Ha. Fuck yeah. I finished.” I exclaimed as I hid my creation under my shirt, “now i simply have to show up somewhere i know she always walks.” I leave the hideaway and begin to ninja towards the front entrance, before the final bell rings. I simply slip into the crowd and hide my way forwards. Upon reaching the entrance, i begin to set everything up. She always travels this way but she's always late. “Shes likes to pretend to be so proper and shite,” I thought as i worked. “Shes always taking the longest way to do things, its so infuriating. Shell never get anything done that way.” I finish the last of my work as the last person leaves.
It began to rain. “Where is she..” I muttered “When i said late i didn’t realize she’d be this late… she’s probably just messing with me, ‘teaching me patience’ or some shite. Fuck her.” The rain poetically ruining the work i set up… After a few hours i gave up, throwing my creation on the ground. “God damn her. She always finds a way to fuck my plans over, every time. I swear she’s doing this on purpose. Fuck her. Just.. ugh.. fuck this.” I begin my trek home in the rain… “Next time,” I thought, “I'm going to get her. She can't escape me forever. I have some shite to repay, and i will have my revenge.” The sounds of my footsteps patting in tune with the rain as i begrudgingly picked up the pace home.
Part 4 (brenda)
“Oh dear,” I thought, “Its rather late.. and i haven't heard anything from her”. My worried face creating wrinkles. “I should check on her..” I say under my breath, “She usually has some sort of failed scheme by now that she thinks I dont notice.” I grab my umbrella, a nice glass of orange juice for her in case shes thirsty, and, after a moments pause, a rain jacket. “The poor thing probably doesn't think she needs one.” I fret knowingly. I head out the door to my car. After getting in i take the shortest route to the school. At the front entrance laying before me, tattered in ruins, the remains of what appears to be the biggest one shes tried yet. I sighed, “She really should just simply tell me, I've already figured it out by now.” I begin to pick up the remains of the lovely made assortment of expressive decor. Red, beautiful, extremely excessive. “She really tries awfully too hard”, I say as I step on something on the ground. Bending down I pick up the newly downtrodden creation. I smile. It was a bouquet of hand crafted paper roses, with a note.
“I love you more than anything. I’m not good with words, and I don't really know how to say this but.. I love you. please, nothing would make me happier than if you would just be mine. Ever since that day you proved to me that kindness exists in this world, I've sought so hard after that kindness. I want you in my life. Please, will you be my girlfriend?” The note read. “Of course,” I whisper under my breath, “ this and every other time you've asked. I will always say yes”. I sighed as I begin to clean everything up, putting it in the back of my car. “She really tries so hard.” I say to myself, for god only knows how many times. “But thats ok.” I added to my thought, smiling, “It’s part of why I love her”.
