A Narration from the Brain of Jewel Quinn

Chapter 1: Introducing the Scarlett A, that Plagues me to this Day

Chapter 1: Introducing the Scarlett A, that Plagues me to this Day

Tuesday, June 24, 2p.m.

 Sometimes, I wish that I could just keep my big mouth shut and mind my own business.

I should have left that woman alone when she needed help with her groceries.

"I know you from somewhere", she said as she unlocked her car.

"Gosh, maam", I said. "I don't know". Except I did know, even though I had never met this woman before, I have a pretty good idea of how she might recognize me.

"I know", the lady said snapping her fingers, then pointing at me. "You were a Mission Fair Princess."

 But you could tell, that even as the words were coming out of her mouth. She knew she was wrong. I was a little on the geeky side of the social spectrum. My hair was stick straight, not long and flowy. My normal attire consisted of clunky jewelry, jeans and a tie-dye t-shirt, not  summer dresses. And like my hair my body is stick straight. No bumps, humps or lovely lady lumps on this road map.

 I do well enough with what God gave me but I won't be landing pageant titles anytime soon.

 "No, maam", I said trying to squeeze her grocery bag in between a stroller and a doggie chew toy.

 The thing is, I really didn't want to get into it with her. Who would? But she would not let it go.

 "I just know I've seen your face somewhere", she said closing her car door. "Were you ever on the paper?"

"No, maam." I said. That would be just what I need. For the whole thing to be immortalized on the news. And knowing the lack of things that take place in this hick town, that would just permanently put me on everyone's hit list. The good thing was that if this woman didn't remember me there was a good chance of everyone forgetting about the incident I caused last summer.

 I could understand her frustration. What was especially upsetting was that Ryan and I had been friends. Scratch that, maybe more like aquaintances. We were at least civil enough to eachother everytime me and my family come over every summer.

"Well", I said to the woman. "Maybe I just have one of those faces that look familiar."

I could always tell her that the reason she might recognize me was because my grandfather used to be the town doctor. He's currently one of the richest men in Mission Hill and had recently bought the vineyard down the road.

But I knew the customer wouldn't fall for that. My grandfather and I aren't even related. He's actually the father of the husband of my mom's sister. He just asks me to call him grandfather because he thinks all his grandchildren are full of shit and after his money.

"Maybe thats it," the woman said doubtfully getting into her car. "Thanks for helping me with my groceries. I'm actually waiting for my daughter to come out. Oh there she is!"

My relief was short lived because as she waved over her daughter.  I saw a familiar figure striding over before I could run away. Stephanie Lucerne. One of Ryan's fan girls. 

"Mom. Would you lend me a dollar? I need to buy a pack of gum."

And I realized who I had just been talking to. The woman who had given life to one of the girls who had made my life hell last summer.

"Oh, Stephanie." Mrs. Lucerne said to her daughter. "Doesn't this girl look familar?"

"Um, that's the girl who embarrassed Ryan in front of the whole town during last summer's Mission Hill Fair." she replied rolling her eyes at me.

Mrs. Lucerne shot a horrified gaze at me and quickly handed her daughter a dollar.

I guess no one had forgotten. 

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