K.T. TALKS

Zac Is Pissed

Trixie

Um, trix, You know how I said, I don't need a ride home from school? Well I need one now.

Kacia.

Kacia

Not until you tell me what the hell is going on.

Trixie

Kacia

Fine... But not now. It's a very long story and I really need to sit down while telling it. But...please come pick me up and I'll tell you everything in the car. I swear.

Trixie.

Kacia

Fine. Where are you?

Trixie.

Trixie

Um, somewhere clled the Patrick's Graveyard.

Kacia

Kacia

A graveyard???? What the hell are you doing in a graveyard!!!!

Trixie

Trixie

It's kinda part of the long story I was telling you about. It's about an hour's drive and next to this really fancy church called Reviver's Ministry, with a bell in front. I also think we passed a gas station a couple of miles back. Also, there's a red hotel in the distance. Please, come pick me up soon, I think they're some wierdos here!

Kacia

Kacia

Fine, fine I'm coming. By the way, you suck at giving descriptions. But I'll just ask for directions to Reviver's Ministry. Are you all right? You sound a bit weird.

Trixie

Trixie

Yeah, just pooped. I think I am the biggest jerk in the world.

Kacia.

Kacia

Hey, I've been telling you that for ages.

Trixie.

Trixie

yeah

Kacia

Trixie

Um, you know what Trix. Never mind coming. Zac came back, and I'm hitching a ride with him, ok? I'll see you later okay?

Kacia

Kacia

What? Zac? What the hell is he doing there? Are you with Zac? I thought you hated Zac? What's the hell is going on here????

Trixie

Kacia's Diary

Dear Diary.

I know I haven't written in you since like the fifth grade, when I drove Uncle Berdie's tractor into the neighbour's farm, and blamed it on the cow, but I really have messed up this time. Yes, it's Zac again. I know, I know, what else is new right? But I think I might have made of mess of everything...yet again.

See, due to an anonymous tip off, who shall now be known henceforth as the evil deceiver Painter, I thought Zac was into kinky, slave sex art, and that he kept a bunch of slaves in a warehouse somewhere, including one he called Red Bird. Ok, maybe I ddin't actually believe it, but I did know he was hiding something. He was really wierd today, wierder than normal. Which is why I knew something was definitely up. Which is why I followed him, in that car of his.