(Poison Ivy-Tender Moments of Love and Hate)
The girl with the tattoo was rope swinging on a tree, she had blonde hair and wore dark clothing. She swung like she was in a dream, eyes closed and smiling, unaware of the person observing her.
(Sylvie's Monologue)
She was defiantley a turn off, too overt, the teen thought. Look at her, obviously big problems, most girls don't fly through the air with there skirt around their waist. Supergirl at least had the decency to wear tights, not that I read comics. Im more the politically,environmentally correct...feminist, poetry reading type. You know...boring.
I wonder if she posed for that painting, great perm.
The painting on the back of her jacket was a nude lady, she was riding a sabor tooth tiger.
Blonde hair, obviously bleach job. Too bad it's six months old, I don't know how she does it. I get airsick on a seesaw, I guess she's sort of beautiful. I don't know, those lips. Lips are supposed to be a perfect reflection...of another part of a womans anatomy.
Not that Im a lesbian. Well, maybe I am. No, defiantley not. I told my mother I was just for shock value. She said, "Fine, just as long as you don't smoke."
Which, of course, is my main joy in life. Probably oral compensation. I don't think I was breast fed. I can't imagine where she came from. None of the other kids at my school are that scangie.
I really wish we could be friends.
The girl smiled and gave her a wink.
If people knew what the girl was thinking they would single her out, as she wasn't the "Popular type", more of a book geek, she didn't have any friends. She had curly hair and round glasses and wore a striped shirt with gray pants.
She seemed lost in thought when a a boy said "A dog got hit! Come on!" Sylvie went with the other kids. She couldn't imagine what shape the dog was in.
The dog was lying on the road.
"Someone should just kill it" said one kid.
"It's still breathing."
Sylvie felt sorry for it, the mystery girl hit the dog with a pipe, blood splattered on her face.
"Oh god!" said another person.
The girl just shrugged.
Sylvie couldn't believe what happened. It was on it's way to death, why let it suffer?
Later that day the class bell rang, it was time to go home. Sylvie was in the principles office,she saw the girl before enter the room, she couldn't help but stare at the tattoo on her thigh.
She noticed her staring and said, "It's a stick on"" and peeled it off."See?"
"I like the ivy" said Sylvie.
"Well the cross makes me think of death and the ivy is life, sort of the tragic and the hopeful you know?" she said.
Maybe she wasn't bad after all, Sylvie found herself dropping her books, the girl helped her pick them up.
"What did you do to your hair?" she asked, touching the mark.
"It's egyptian" Sylvie said. It was the evil eye.
"Cool" was all she said.
"So what are you busted for?" Sylvie asked. She had to be here for something.
"I have to keep a certain grade point average, Im slipping in biology."
"Your one of those scholorship kids?" she asked surprised.
"You make it sound like Jerry's kids, it's not a disease."the blonde said now a bit agitated.
"Sorry" said Sylvie. She didn't mean to hurt the girl, it's just most people at this school were weathy and to see someone of lower class was different. Darrel her father, told her to stay away from them.
"Did it hurt?" asked Sylvie, pointing to her nose ring.
"No, they used a gun, it was really quick. But you got this wire running through your nose, it feels like a booger." she said
Sylvie smiled, she always wanted a piercing but her parents never let her.
"So who's the guy that picks you up in the pimp mobile?" she asked.
"It's my dad, he's having a midlife crisis." Well she was half right, he was more angry about today though. "My name's Sylvie Cooper"
"So Coop, what did they nail you for?"
"I phoned in a bomb threat to KTVM." said Sylvie.
"Wow!" was all she said, now it was time for the other girl to be impressed.
She filled her in with the details."You know that lame guy who does all the editorials? He says teenagers are too hormonally imbalanced... to have drivers licenses, he said the age should be raised to twenty-one."
"How did they know it was you?"
She didn't let on it was her dad but she would find out anyway.
"Hey, wait a sec. I know your dad,I've seen him, he's that guy...that jerk on tv who does all those tweaked editorials. You phoned in a bomb threat to your own father? wow that's great!"
Sylvie wasn't pleased with herself, she rolled her eyes.
"No, I mean it, Im gonna break this to you real slow, your dads an asshole."
Sylvie just smiled, before she knew it she had to go. Her dad was waiting for her in the car. He made sure to give her a talking too and that she was grounded for the next week. The girl she just met walked to there car, she asked to have a ride to Olympic and Fairfax, Sylvie said "Wait just a sec" and rolled the car window up. "Dad she's my best friend" she said.
"Why didn't you think of that before?"
"Come on, just this once, please? Then I'll be grounded forever!"
"What's her name?" he asked
Sylvie gazed at her tattoo. "Ivy"
"Great, good lord."
Sylvie rolled down the window. "Get in"
"I get carsick, do you mind if I sit up front?"
"Sure" Sylvie got out the car.
"Thanks" The sprinkler's outside came on and got her wet, she giggled. Sylvie wispered in her ear. "Your name is Ivy" Confused, she played along anyway. Ivy rolled her skirt up so her dad could see. Sylvie was glad to have a friend, she'd have to remember to see her when she was ungrounded, little did she know that this girl would forever be in her mind.
End of Sylvies POV