Some Things Never Change: A Book Dedicated to Absolutely Nothing At All

Words Unheard Is Money Burned

No matter how hard Carol tried, her words fell on ignorant ears. No matter what she did, nobody ever cared to listen. So, when the day came that life had brought her to the edge, on December 23, she announced that she was gonna kill herself. Her parents, usually snobbish and ignorant in the worst kind of way, just looked up and shrugged. Either they didn't hear her correctly, or they didn't care. She sat and told them why, and what had pushed her this far, and they nodded and shrugged occasionally, not really heeding her words, and with expressions compared to that of goats, just carelessly chewing away at life. Her parents got up and kissed her, and then left for work, her father headed off to the firm, mother to the hospital. Carol, however, was intent on not giving up. She went into their room and trashed everything, ripping their expensive new drapes to shreds, knocking jewelry around and strewing it about the room, and finally, breaking anything made of glass. And this she did, going about the house and destroying it all, making it look like a burglary, except Carol's room was the same as it ever was. She went to her room and sat. She must've dozed off, because when she sat up, it was getting dark out. She had her backpack and another bag of essentials. She'd taken money from both parents so she could get far away, and not be traced. She took her credit card, and a pair of scissors, and split it in half. She put each piece on her dad's pillow, and her mother's. Then, without hesitation, without a second thought, she opened the door and left. She left the door wide open, she didn't care if the place got robbed. She walked to the large metal gate and hit the button, opening both sides wide open. She thought better of it, and headed to the back yard, where there was a small, unblocked path. She walked and walked, until she was overlooking the city of Los Angeles. She walked until she reached the outskirts, and kept walking. She finally reached the city, and without delay, she headed to the ATM with her father's credit cards. She withdrew his entire 401K he'd put aside, his entire secondary account, and his savings, then overdrew every available account by at least several million dollars. Then took the money, and put it in her clothes bag, making sure it didn't show. She then went to the airport, booking a flight to New York, where she would make her huge statement. She waited patiently for her flight to be called, cutting each credit card into slivers, then sprinkling them onto the floor. She waited for nearly two hours, then, to her relief, Flight 527 from Los Angeles to New York was now boarding. She sat in her first class seat, amazed at the comfort. She asked a stewardess what was on the menu. She ordered champagne, an entire box of special peanuts, an order of prime rib, a large snack tray, and some more of the most expensive items on the menu. She then tipped the stewardess and winked. The young girl blushed and giggled, heading to the kitchen. The cute stewardess came back with a trolley of the things she ordered, and, to her delighted surprise, was invited to dine with the girl. She sat and ate with her, getting to know the girl, and the girl getting to know the stewardess. It was overall a pleasing experience for the both of them. The rest of the flight was uneventful, her phone being dead, but charging, and the people rather droll and unenthused. The plane landed and unloaded without delay, and Carol stepped off the plane. She checked into security, and then hailed a taxi, the driver a large, hairy, Spanish man. " Wher you headed, miss?" She just said to head over to Hell's Kitchen and drop her off somewhere. The driver noted her serious expression, and her black bags, and agreed. He didn't turn on the meter, though, just asked for $6. She complied, happy to get a nice driver. They arrived after some time, and Carol tipped the man, and was off to find someone. She looked around and found a small, dark little restaurant. She headed inside and was seated. She was wearing a lovely red dress with matching heels, and diamond-studded gold earrings. An Italian-looking man sat in the corner with a few friends, and they kept giving her glances, and talking among themselves. Finally, a tall, thin, pale, dark-haired man in a pinstripe suit came over and stood. " Pardon me, miss, but me and the boss were wondering if such a beautiful woman wouldn't mind coming over and delighting us with your company. My boss would really appreciate it, ma'am." I gave him my award winning smile and agreed. He walked around, helping me out of my chair, and sliding the chair slowly out from under me as I stood. I almost laughed, but continued smiling. We walked over to his boss, I shook his hand gently, as he shook, he bowed his head and kissed my hand. Who said kindness and chivalry were dead? He smiled and introduced himself as Angelo Caragino Fastrada, the local "business" man. What business, you ask? The food industry and food production. He talked on and on about this, that, and the other and I finally kissed his cheek, thanked him for a good time, and he insisted on kissing mine, and we both said our polite goodbyes. I left, hailing another taxi, climbing in, Angelo came flying out towards me. Panting, he gave me his number, and a note. He waved and told the driver to take care of me. The driver quickly nodded and acknowledged. We took off towards Little China, stopping at a shabby hotel. I walked in, and the place wasn't half as bad as it had looked from the outside. The place was called Hidden Gem, so it was to be expected. I rented a room, and tipped the bellboy, a young, handsome looking man, about 20 or so. He smiled and told me he was available for anything. Anything. I opened the door to the room and locked it behind me. The room was nice. It would do for now. I opened up my back, and planned what I needed to do next, I needed to tipoff a news crew so I could get my parents to see. Then I needed gasoline, enough to soak this money with. I decided to open a bank account under thane name of Alicia Furman. I deposited nearly 2 million dollars into it, with quite a bit of money left. I took some bleach that was in the room and murdered the brown in my hair. Now, I had my father's precious 401K in my bag, as I'd deposited and spent some. I took the money and put it in a trash bag. It took some searching, but I found a camera guy who could broadcast my burning to my father, and after some preparation, we were set. I had the bag, two cans of gas, and a Fuck You! sign written on the wall behind me. 3.........2.......1..... Rolling! I smiled that smile and waved to the folks back home. " Coming to you live from an undisclosed location, this is payback. I didn't really exist to either of you, did I? I was just a stranger. Well, guess what, dad? I have the only thing that means anything to you right here, in this bag." I opened it up, dumping it out onto the ground. "This is the 401K you worked so hard to save. And it's all going to burn, and whatever doesn't burn, is going to the camera man." Tipped over both cans, gasoline flowing everywhere, soaking the money. "Well, dad. I thought it would feel wrong, but it doesn't. It's making me feel great! One last message before we go to intermission: Fuck you both. I hope you ache every time you think of me." I lit the matchbox and dropped it. The money went up in flames nearly immediately. The camera waved to sigal that it was a wrap, and we finished  up our little shindig. After I thanked him, I slipped him ten thousand bucks, and took off to the hotel. What was next? Only time will tell.........

*Note: I have a lot of fears, ok? Spiders, I hate. Snakes, I can deal with. But being ignored, I absolutely cannot handle. Also, I don't like mice very much either. They may be cute, but I don't trust them! They will take over the world with their cuteness, just wait. Anyways, I always thought about rich people, and how much it would pain them if their money was burned. How much it would hurt if it was their daughter that ran away and burned it. I just kept coming up with scenarios, until this story jumped out at me. I know that the December 23 is a cheesy add on, but I tried my best. This came out way better than I had previously hoped, and that's all that matters. Well, if you guys enjoy it, that helps too. Heh. Well anyways, ✌🏻 peace out, guys.