The skyline of this small Central Jersey nowhere always looks the same. No skyscrapers
or bright lights, folks. Nothing to see here. Well, the high school's down there. No, not there,
that's the gas station. Down there. Oh, you thought that was the federal prison? Nope, it's the
high school. Surprised? The graffiti and barred windows add a nice, homely touch, don't they?
What's that?
Hey, it's a girl! She's walking down the street. Nope, not doing anything special,
just walkin'. One foot in front of the other, then reverse. Nope, her eyes aren't saucer-sized
and shiny. They're normal. And she's not wearing a schoolgirl uniform. She's wearing jeans and a
battered T-Shirt. And sorry, you fan guys/girls, she's not especially attractive.
Suddenly A LOUD SCREAMING NOISE REVERBERATES BEHIND HER!!
She whips around and pulls a student ID from around her neck. As the huge monster rises higher,
towering above her, she spins the ID around by its blue cord and lassoes the monster. It falls
with a CRASH at her feet. She smiles and twirls a lock of messy brown hair around a finger, then
moves on.
What, you thought this was a normal town? Pfft, you're shitting me. There are a hell of a lot of
monsters, demons and rabid policemen around here, and only three people to hold them all back.
Those people are stronger than the average, but even so, they are all doomed, fated to an angsty
demise. Especially whatsherface.
Normal? Not quite. After all, this is...
.x.x.x.h.i.g.h.t.s.t.o.w.n.b.a.b.y.l.o.n.x.x.x.
a save east windsor city story
by anna
PART 1:
"So when's your sister coming back?" Anna asked, trying not to sound too eager. Not that
anyone could notice her voice when her face was bright red with embarassment.
Jess squealed and clapped her hands together. The gaudy outfit she was wearing nearly blinded
Anna as they moved down the hall.
"Awwwww, how cute! She has a little crush!" Jess replied. The cat ears she was wearing slipped
down her face and she pushed them back up again. "Don't worry, Sarah'll be home soon! And I'll
tell her that you-"
"Nooo!" Anna hissed, smacking Jess in the face. "Don't! You'll be sorry! I still have those
pictures from when you-"
Jess was terrified. "Okay, OKAY! I won't tell her! Just- I thought I made you burn those
pictures!"
"I did."
"Then-"
"Negatives, dumbass."
"DAMMIT!"
"Hah."
"You know Sarah thinks you're cool. Why not just go for it?" Jess inquired.
"And then I'll send them into the yearbook staff and I-"
"Alright, alright, I surrender! Jeez."
When they got to the classroom, Anna sighed and sat at her desk by the window.
The two girls were in German, the last class of the day. Unfortunately also the most boring.
Jess sat diagonal from her and they were forever passing notes, because no English was
allowed to be spoken in that class. Right after the Mein Kampf reading and the Nazi salute,
Frau Kubleykowski assigned textbook work, and the girls completed it early.# Then Jess
hopped onto Anna's desk.
"Wanna come over after school? You can help Saaaa-raaaaah unpack!" Jess said in a
singsong voice.
Anna blushed. "Shaddup. Sure, why not? It's not like my parental units are worth
my time anyway."
"Nice. ...Um, hey, Anna?"
"Hm?"
"Behind you."
Anna felt her hair getting damp. Expecting the worst, she spun around, about to tell
Dan Whiteman that the combination of Herbal Essences and semen might spontaneously explode, when
she realized that it was a monster behind her, drooling on her head. It could be worse.
Nobody else could see it except Jess. That's cos Jess was part of the Highstown Babylon
trio.* So basically, Jess and Anna were the only ones who could fight it. It was a huge monster
in a ripped "See Dick Wail" t-shirt and capris. It was carrying a bloody, dented trumpet.
"OH MY GOD!! It got Rob!!" Jess wailed.
Anna chucked her German textbook at it, but to no avail. The rob-ster hit it away with
his trumpet. Jess hurled her pink nunchucks at it in vain. The rob-ster picked up Anna in its
marching-band-gloved paws. It held her tightly and was about to use her to clean its trumpet
when suddenly a black-cloaked figure flew straight through the window and tossed really shiny
musical notes at it. The notes whirled around the rob-ster's head and its eyes started spinning.
Its dropped Anna, raised its trumpet to its mouth and tried to play the music. The notes got
higher and higher and spun faster and faster until finally the monster's head exploded, splatter-
ing the German class with white goo.
"It wasn't me!" Dan Whiteman called out quickly.
The figure in black (well, now a pinkish kinda black) pulled off its ski mask. Longish
blond hair tumbled down from it, and slightly pink-goo(ey) pair of glasses shone under the
flourescent light of the classroom. The older girl blinked and began wiping off her glasses.
"Ew. Yuck," she managed to say as she scrubbed them furiously.
Anna stood up shakily and grinned at the familiar face. "Hey, Sarah. How was college?"
"Um. Clean?" Sarah replied as she popped her glasses back on. She gave Jess a
sisterly high-five. "Hey, clone. What's happening?"
Jess frowned. "I'm not yer clone. So why are you home so early?"
"I figured you two wouldn't be able to deal with the senioritis monster outbreak on
your own, being pansy-asses and all-" She earned a whack over the head by both girls at this
point- "so here I am. Ta-da!"
Anna shrugged, blushing. "Cool."
"And I'll be here all summer as well. And you know as well as I do what happens over the
summer." She narrowed her eyes in anticipation.
"The watertower festival," Anna breathed.
"Commemorating the deaths of the two people who were killed and whose bodies are under
the water tower." Sarah recalled.
"And some people even say that the reason that Hightstown water is so foul is because
their blood will taint it forever," chimed in Jess.
"That happens on Midsummer's Night, too. Biggest monster night of the year." Anna added.
The bell rang and the three filed out down the stairs, heading towards the sisters' bus.
Jess threw her arms around her sister and her friend.
Sarah glanced at Anna. "It's going to be an interesting summer."
# Yeah. Right.
* If you're reading this, you probably know all about the Trio and I don't have to explain
bullcrap.
or bright lights, folks. Nothing to see here. Well, the high school's down there. No, not there,
that's the gas station. Down there. Oh, you thought that was the federal prison? Nope, it's the
high school. Surprised? The graffiti and barred windows add a nice, homely touch, don't they?
What's that?
Hey, it's a girl! She's walking down the street. Nope, not doing anything special,
just walkin'. One foot in front of the other, then reverse. Nope, her eyes aren't saucer-sized
and shiny. They're normal. And she's not wearing a schoolgirl uniform. She's wearing jeans and a
battered T-Shirt. And sorry, you fan guys/girls, she's not especially attractive.
Suddenly A LOUD SCREAMING NOISE REVERBERATES BEHIND HER!!
She whips around and pulls a student ID from around her neck. As the huge monster rises higher,
towering above her, she spins the ID around by its blue cord and lassoes the monster. It falls
with a CRASH at her feet. She smiles and twirls a lock of messy brown hair around a finger, then
moves on.
What, you thought this was a normal town? Pfft, you're shitting me. There are a hell of a lot of
monsters, demons and rabid policemen around here, and only three people to hold them all back.
Those people are stronger than the average, but even so, they are all doomed, fated to an angsty
demise. Especially whatsherface.
Normal? Not quite. After all, this is...
.x.x.x.h.i.g.h.t.s.t.o.w.n.b.a.b.y.l.o.n.x.x.x.
a save east windsor city story
by anna
PART 1:
"So when's your sister coming back?" Anna asked, trying not to sound too eager. Not that
anyone could notice her voice when her face was bright red with embarassment.
Jess squealed and clapped her hands together. The gaudy outfit she was wearing nearly blinded
Anna as they moved down the hall.
"Awwwww, how cute! She has a little crush!" Jess replied. The cat ears she was wearing slipped
down her face and she pushed them back up again. "Don't worry, Sarah'll be home soon! And I'll
tell her that you-"
"Nooo!" Anna hissed, smacking Jess in the face. "Don't! You'll be sorry! I still have those
pictures from when you-"
Jess was terrified. "Okay, OKAY! I won't tell her! Just- I thought I made you burn those
pictures!"
"I did."
"Then-"
"Negatives, dumbass."
"DAMMIT!"
"Hah."
"You know Sarah thinks you're cool. Why not just go for it?" Jess inquired.
"And then I'll send them into the yearbook staff and I-"
"Alright, alright, I surrender! Jeez."
When they got to the classroom, Anna sighed and sat at her desk by the window.
The two girls were in German, the last class of the day. Unfortunately also the most boring.
Jess sat diagonal from her and they were forever passing notes, because no English was
allowed to be spoken in that class. Right after the Mein Kampf reading and the Nazi salute,
Frau Kubleykowski assigned textbook work, and the girls completed it early.# Then Jess
hopped onto Anna's desk.
"Wanna come over after school? You can help Saaaa-raaaaah unpack!" Jess said in a
singsong voice.
Anna blushed. "Shaddup. Sure, why not? It's not like my parental units are worth
my time anyway."
"Nice. ...Um, hey, Anna?"
"Hm?"
"Behind you."
Anna felt her hair getting damp. Expecting the worst, she spun around, about to tell
Dan Whiteman that the combination of Herbal Essences and semen might spontaneously explode, when
she realized that it was a monster behind her, drooling on her head. It could be worse.
Nobody else could see it except Jess. That's cos Jess was part of the Highstown Babylon
trio.* So basically, Jess and Anna were the only ones who could fight it. It was a huge monster
in a ripped "See Dick Wail" t-shirt and capris. It was carrying a bloody, dented trumpet.
"OH MY GOD!! It got Rob!!" Jess wailed.
Anna chucked her German textbook at it, but to no avail. The rob-ster hit it away with
his trumpet. Jess hurled her pink nunchucks at it in vain. The rob-ster picked up Anna in its
marching-band-gloved paws. It held her tightly and was about to use her to clean its trumpet
when suddenly a black-cloaked figure flew straight through the window and tossed really shiny
musical notes at it. The notes whirled around the rob-ster's head and its eyes started spinning.
Its dropped Anna, raised its trumpet to its mouth and tried to play the music. The notes got
higher and higher and spun faster and faster until finally the monster's head exploded, splatter-
ing the German class with white goo.
"It wasn't me!" Dan Whiteman called out quickly.
The figure in black (well, now a pinkish kinda black) pulled off its ski mask. Longish
blond hair tumbled down from it, and slightly pink-goo(ey) pair of glasses shone under the
flourescent light of the classroom. The older girl blinked and began wiping off her glasses.
"Ew. Yuck," she managed to say as she scrubbed them furiously.
Anna stood up shakily and grinned at the familiar face. "Hey, Sarah. How was college?"
"Um. Clean?" Sarah replied as she popped her glasses back on. She gave Jess a
sisterly high-five. "Hey, clone. What's happening?"
Jess frowned. "I'm not yer clone. So why are you home so early?"
"I figured you two wouldn't be able to deal with the senioritis monster outbreak on
your own, being pansy-asses and all-" She earned a whack over the head by both girls at this
point- "so here I am. Ta-da!"
Anna shrugged, blushing. "Cool."
"And I'll be here all summer as well. And you know as well as I do what happens over the
summer." She narrowed her eyes in anticipation.
"The watertower festival," Anna breathed.
"Commemorating the deaths of the two people who were killed and whose bodies are under
the water tower." Sarah recalled.
"And some people even say that the reason that Hightstown water is so foul is because
their blood will taint it forever," chimed in Jess.
"That happens on Midsummer's Night, too. Biggest monster night of the year." Anna added.
The bell rang and the three filed out down the stairs, heading towards the sisters' bus.
Jess threw her arms around her sister and her friend.
Sarah glanced at Anna. "It's going to be an interesting summer."
# Yeah. Right.
* If you're reading this, you probably know all about the Trio and I don't have to explain
bullcrap.