The Demon in the Doll

Chapter 6

Hello. It's me again. Buddy Griner. And I'm here to tell you more about my fucked-up life. Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that I'm some sort of a victim. And I'm certainly not asking for any of your pity. All I want is for you to read my stuff with an open mind. However, try not to judge me too harshly. True. I did some bad things. But I'm just human like you.

Anyway, on with the show...

Monday morning was the first day of school. I woke up when Mama June started beating on my bedroom door. She fussed at me for not wearing any clothes. She had seen me naked a million times. It wasn't a big deal. I always enjoyed sleeping in my birthday suit back then.

She said, "Do you need a ride?"

Her question knocked me off my feet. This was the first time in her life that she ever offered to take me to school. I ain't going to lie. It warmed my heart.

But I explained to her that I was catching the bus with Donald and Horace. Down deep, I wanted to climb into Kevin and impress my fellow pupils with Kevin's top-flight German engineering. They had no idea that my unconventional family was actually quite wealthy. However, I had already made plans, and I didn't want to leave my friends hanging in the wind.

I climbed into the shower, and the hot water felt wonderful as it slammed into my skin and muscles. Suddenly, I started thinking about a porn star named Gabbie Luv. Gabbie was a large-breasted good-time girl who didn't mind taking it in the ass—which was a definite plus in my book. Needless to say, it wasn't long till I popped a Woodrow. I jerked off using plenty of shampoo for maximum comfort, and I blew my load in less than three minutes. My orgasm was quite explosive. I really enjoyed myself.

I dried off with a large beach towel and put on my clothes. I decided to wear blue jeans and a brand-new New York Yankees t-shirt. I didn't worry too much about keeping up appearances in those days. No fancy clothes for me. My face was a fright mask, so why bother? In fact, I was one of the ugliest people in Louisiana—which was really saying something. You should have seen the dogs walking around at the local Walmart. But being unattractive was liberating in a strange sort of way. I knew that I couldn't impress people in a million years. Therefore, I didn't even bother to try.

I got to the bus stop at the regular time. My friends smiled when they saw me.

Donald said, "You want to go out in the woods and smoke a cigarette?"

I said, "We might miss the bus?"

Horace said, "Who gives a shit? We could always walk if push comes to shove. It's only three miles away."

I said, "But we'll be late for the first day."

Horace said, "You sound like a school marm."

I said, "What's a school marm?"

Donald said, "We aren't going to miss the bus. We still have another fifteen minutes before it arrives."

I said, "Why don't we just smoke here? What's the worst that could happen?"

It's funny. I had absolutely hated tobacco until my grandfather had turned me toward the drug with all his silly talk about testosterone. Now I was practically a chain smoker.

Horace said, "Are you fucking crazy? If we get caught, it's an automatic three detentions."

I threw my hands into the air in a sign of frustration. "OK. Let's go out into the woods like a group of retards in order to smoke our cigarettes. Fine with me."

Well, you guessed it. While we were puffing on our coffin nails, the bus sped by, and we were forced to hump it to our destination.

I said, "There you go, you fucking idiots. Now we have to hike to school on the first day. We'll be late."