Taylor Falls: Moon of Doom

Chapter 4. Gone Too Far!!

I slumped against the wall of the school building and sighed. I was major tired and just a little pissy.

All day I'd been having feelings of paranoia and doubt.

"So are you fucking coming or not? .. Yo?" Pam borderline yelled at me.

"I still don't get why you want me there?" I questioned. Everyone was a suspect.

"Because" She whined while grabbing my shoulders. "You're always there for me and I always got you. And they'll be weed there.."

I stared at her.

".. And juice. And damn it Con, I thought you said you were having one of those bad news feelings?"

Besides my family Pam was the only person who knew about and trusted my intuition.

When we were twelve a group of girls decided to rob a Shoppers Drug Mart and Pam and I were supposed to go too.

Long story short, I ended up crying my eyes out begging and pleading for Pam not to go without me on account of my "bad feelings".

Needless to say, all those girls got caught and even tried to blame me for snitching them out! Pamela learned to trust my gut. On Almost everything.

Except Dane.

"Yea I did" I said reluctantly before taking the last two drags off the spliff.

"Soooo,"she reasoned.

"So what, Pam?"

"Sooo going straight home from school is just asking for trouble"

I crossed my arms, only half decided. "You're fishing."

"No. I'm baiting."

We stared at one another .

"Sometimes I Hate you!, you know". Pam lit up a cigarette.

"Well the feelings quite mutual!"

She picked up her back pack up off the snow covered grass.

"Connie can you just come with me please?"

I dropped my head.

Begging me and bargaining got you no where, but asking like a friend. That was a different story.

"Alright you Bitch. You happy?"

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I hung my head over some random sink in some random house and kept patting my forehead with my hand after holding it submerged in the running cold water.

Boom. Boom. Boom. "COME ON!!"

"I SAid someone's in here Asshole." I had been in here awhile now.

I threw my hair and head back and stared at my tequila induced reflection in the random mirror before me.

(What am I even doing here?)

I pulled my hair up into a messy bun on the top of my head, pinched my cheeks and put on some clear lip gloss.

"Okay" I coaxed myself out loud "not one more drink"

When I opened the door no one was waiting there. A slow swirl of smoke curled its way up the stairs and down the hall towards me. As well as Biggie'a "one more chance" with way too much bass and a string of voices.

I leaned up against the wall and closed my eyes for what felt like a minute. "You alright?"

I practically jumped out of my skin and made one of those really awkward high pitch girl shrieks.