The Secrets of Smosh (Maricorn)

Chapter 7 Mari

Today was going to be a new day. I don't know what it was, but I decided to take everything in stride. I didn't bother covering my damn bandages, wore a mix of California and Oregon clothes. I stepped off at the King Hill light rail station. I stood in front of the school, ready to take it on. "Hey, what up?" said an only too familiar voice. "Why do you keep bothering me?" I questioned. "By the way, here's that phone number you asked for yesterday." I quickly scribbled it out and handed it to David. Take him and everything else in stride. I made my way to band. We were practicing pep band music for football games. Fucking football. My hate for this thing still hasn't changed.

"Hey you want a ride home?" "Why the hell not." I hopped into his truck. "So you live in Riverscape, rich people territory. How is it?" He said making polite conversation. "I don't know, we just moved in. The rivers nice, excepting the industrial shit on the other side," I responded. "Where'd you move from?" He asked. What's up with the interrogation? "We moved from Sacramento in California." "Ohh oh, California. Sunshine, warm oceans, cold people," he droned. "As if, you Oregon people are as judgmental as you think we are," I threw back. We turned onto the freeway. "You know, I would've been home by now if I had just taken the Max," I observed, "Where exactly are we going, because it sure as hell ain't my place." He didn't say anything, just smiled. "What the fuuuck?! Where are we going? Seriously!?" I said in a playfully angered tone. "You'll see," he responded quite deviously. It thrilled me.

We stopped and parked on the curb in downtown Portland. We walked side by side down the streets. "You know what? I give up. Clearly you're leading me to an ambush, or kidnapping or something like that," I said. He suddenly stopped. I'm front of the most shaggedy, raggedy building on the block. What was strange about this place was that there was a cat sitting in the upper window on top of the air conditioner that stuck out of it, the wonderful aroma coming from inside, the voodoo doll on the sign over the door. All of these things estranged me. The thing that struck out the most was that there was a line a mile long leading up to the door. "You're not a real Portlander until you get an entire box of Voodoo Donuts," he finally announced. I turned towards David and smiled. "Are you serious? You dragged me all the way downtown for donuts?" "Ahh, but these aren't just any donuts. These are Voodoo Donuts. One of Portland's most famous landmarks," he said smartly. Must be, why else would people stand in a line this long for freaking donuts.

An hour later, (I'm serious) we had our dozen of Voodoo Donuts. My favourite before I had even eaten one was their signature donut. A voodoo doll with a pretzel stick in it's heart and filled with jelly. Perfect. I also picked out an Oreo donut and one the size of my both my hands together. I understand the hype now. "So," started David once we were sitting down outside, "Why did you move here exactly?" "I uh, don't really want to talk about it," I said nervously. He dropped the subject immediately and started in about how amazing the donuts were. I was half-listening.

He was laying on the floor. I didn't want to look at him, but I couldn't look away either. No, no, NO!! My father had no regret in his eyes. That sick piece of shit. He came closer. I was filled to the brim with fear. "MOM!!" NOO! AKI!"

"Hey you okay? You even there?" David was saying. "Uh yeah, I was just thinking about how late it is," I hinted. "Oh ok, I'll take you home." When we got there, I was about to leave when he leaned over. I held my breath. "I think Asians are the prettiest girls on Earth," he said to me under his breath. I walked away smirking.