BASIC BITCH: A Rant Book

Strory idea?????

Idk where im going with this,,, but it sure as hell is going somewhere

(This is very incomplete btw ok b y e)

"Shut up bitch!" The mysterious man yelled at her.

Fiona's eyes are blindfolded at this point. Moments ago the men pushed her into a small trunk of a cab-like automobile based on the amount of space she had to move around. She didn't hear any other screams other than her very own. Though her tied hands felt limp bodies surrounding her.

The thought of where she'd be going slowly suffocated her as the bumpy road carried her frightened mind to an unknown location. From what she had heard there were about three people at the front of the car. They all sounded like men, the occasional yelling and groaning and code conversation told her so.

There was nothing she could do. She hated that fact. Fiona was the type of person who was always up for an adventure. Although unlike the other girls in her bothersome classes she would rather be a dragon than a "damsel in distress", it didn't make her different.. Just a minority.

Throughout her life she found out about a lot of minorities.

When she was 7 discovered she didn't like Taylor Swift much because in her songs she always seemed to be complaining about some sort of boy. She didn't understand the logic of needing a guy to make you happy.

Soon she found a best friend named Alice who didn't understand either. So they declared the minority of the class who'd rather listen to the other stuff their parents listened to instead of Country Pop, a genre that seemed to be trending at the time.

Alice and her always played after-school. Alice and Fiona's parents were known for being late due to their busy schedules. So every day after their exiting elementary school  classes they played in the playground. One day they found out that if they didn't sign into the YMCA, they would have the playground at school all by themselves. So they did just that.

The next month, Alice's Mom came in a forest green van instead of the usual 2012 Toyota.

"It's my dad!" She exclaimed out of utter excitement. "He came back from the Army! He told his friend to pick him up for me!"

"I dunno, it seems pretty weird. Are you sure you don't wanna play some more? Your mom gave us some new dollies last time? Remember?"

Fiona flashed her a crooked smile directing her attention to the blonde barbie dolls in a pile on the top of the swing.

She left regardless. Usually Fiona would walk her to the open unsupervised gates at the front of the worn down school, but she was mad, and decided against it.

The next day her mom was crying asking if Fiona had seen her, breaking down at the sound of Fiona saying "no".

The day after Fiona had saw her name and picture appear on the desk of the Randy's Burgers down the block.

"Look dad!" She exclaimed pointing in the direction of Alice's picture on the cashier's desk. "Alice is famous!"

Her dad had simply held her up and carried her to the torn up booth coated in velvet leather and laced with dirty "gold" beads on the corners.

"Right honey.. Right."

After that Alice never came back to pick up the dolls her mom had left her. Neither did her mother.

A month after that Fiona asked if she could look for Alice, and was disappointed when her mom said no simply because it was "Too dangerous".

Then when Fiona was 12 she had discovered that she didn't like her parent's music anymore, she took the alternate route towards more of the alternative type music.

She had found a new best friend by then by the name of Janet. She liked her music too. She was also biracial. They shared many common traits, especially ones involving their family lives.

They were also told they looked very identical, like sisters almost.

Then one day while Janet walked home, the forest green van got to her too. It's metallic features blending in with the rest of the cities's dull cars. The paint on the van was peeled, keyed, and dirtied in many other ways. It's wheels were rusting. The headlights where dull. The boarder at the front of the van was crooked. The van was dented too.

There were days where 13 year old Fiona would walk by the same corner and grieve. Staring at the community shrine of her. Not even giving though of how mad she was at the fact that no one in town ever knew her like she did, and yet they still built arrogance to build a shrine dedicated to someone they hardly even knew.

'I tried.' she spoke a hoarse whisper to the shrine dedicated to her beat friend. Her hands pulled to the bottom of her nose rubbing it harshly. Trying so very hard not to breakdown at the flowers dedicated to the one she loved oh so much.

'but t-they always get to me. They always t-try so hard to get to the ones I love and I'm sick of it.' She stared down at the photograph of the brown girl with light, curly locks and freckles spread across her nose and rosy cheeks. She held a smile that could cure all diseases. All but the one that haunted fiona's fragile, young heart.

Fiona had given into the weakness of her knees. Her starry eyes now dulled with grief. 'I couldn't do anything. Nothing. They were stronger, and faster, and smarter than us, they were and and'

She was now far from holding back. Tears covering the most of her face as she cried her heart out. She was on her knees apologizing to a memory. 'I'm sorry. I'm so so s-sorry I tried. I tried so hard and they got you anyways.'

She stood up. As if nothing, she stood and walked away, hiding her tears.

She had many friends come and go. Some of them kidnapped. Some of them not. Some bodies were found by the old and dirtied lake about a year ago. Fiona was always asked if she wanted to see. She always said no. What kind of person would want evidence of all her friends dead.

She wanted the mystery. The mystery is what had kept her alive.

Now here she is. Surrounded by only god knows what, or who.

Fiona Garcia had now realized at this moment. She is no longer the minority.