Night At The Museum

The Crimes

Chapter 8:
(Maco)

Whenever I was done with class, I'd buy items online. I bought a katana from Japan for my foreign collection. My eyes were getting all heavy, I could feel my head about to hit the table but it stopped when I woke up "I should text Larry" I thought pulling out my phone. I remember he gave me his number when I first moved into my apartment; I was always upset during the first few weeks. I scrolled through my phone and beginned to text Larry "hey, hows the job going?" I texted, he didn't answer right away so I drifted to sleep.

I felt sharp pinches on the sides of my head, the pain didn't go away. I was slowly waking up from that pain! I sprang up from the table and touched the sides my head, the hair was gone! "What on earth?" I thought, I ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror; it was true, the sides were cut off! And the person who did it, didn't do a good job. I sighed and went back to my laptop, on top of my laptop was note which said " like the Native American scalping?" I rolled my eyes, took out a pen and wrote on the note "you didn't do a good job". I collected my items and left the building since everyone left and forgot to wake me up.

Why would anyone do this?! I kept on questioning myself. Since this idiot decided to "scalp" me I had to go buy a buzz razor from the store. I felt uncomfortable buying a buzz razor, it made me feel not so lady like. I heard snickering from behind me "oh my gosh look at her now" someone whispered, I slowly turned my head and looked from the corner of my eye.

Three girls were behind me looking at gift cards; I know those girls, they go to the beauty school. They must've did this to me, I walked toward the cash register and bought the item. I felt too insecure about buying this item so I looked around, one of the girls bought the gift cards they were looking at. She could barely look at me and when she did she'd snicker in amusement! So her and her little friends thought this was funny! I've grown my hair for years just to be "scalped" when sleeping. After I payed for the item I caught up with the girls "hey!" I snapped, the girls turned and looked me up and down "can we help you?" One girl said disgusted "you girls go to the same beauty school as me" I said gritting my teeth "yeah and?" Another snapped, I pointed to my hair "did you do this?! I growled "so what if we did?" The girl who bought the gift cards said getting in my face "why would you do that? What did I do to you?" I asked before I felt pain go toward my eye and blacked out.

I woke up 15 minutes later on the ground, the girls were gone and my bags were still with me. The pain on my left eye was still there, I remember what happened. . . I got hit in my eye. They pulled the bully card! I got up and dusted myself off "smooth move Maco" I said walking home "smooth move". I looked at my phone, still no response from Larry. What was he doing? "I should make him breakfast when he gets home.

As I got home and jangled the keys into the keyhole, I realized that I kind missed Larry's presence next door and I also realized that my package wasn't coming tomorrow but today; the package was sitting in front of Larry's door "why do they keep putting it near his door?" I thought "I don't live there" I walked over to my package and picked it up, it was somewhat heavy; must've been my Japanese scrolls. . . Or maybe my Egyptian pictures. I was always fascinated by the Japanese and Egyptian culture. I opened my apartment door and brought my package inside "ooh, what could it be?" I said sarcastically while putting the package on the couch "you wait right here, I'm going to get a knife to open you" I said talking to the package while walking to the kitchen. I'm really wondering what was inside of the box. I grabbed a knife from the knife rack and walked back to the box "lets see what you are" I said stabbing the box and opening it . As I thought, it was my fish net t-shirts I got from Japan. It wasn't my pictures or scolls but this package was something I was waiting for since last week. I walked into the bathroom and turned on the light to look at myself, as I suspected; I had a black and blue bruise under my left eye "those dogs" I said through gritted teeth as I touched the bruise under my eye. How do I approach Larry like this? As I stepped out of the bathroom I realized that the sun was slowly coming up "he'll be home soon" I said walking into the kitchen to make breakfast.