CHAPTER ONE: THE CAMARO

The air around me became humid and sweat started beading down my forehead. The moon was the only light radiating the dusky evening. From all the pounding music being devoured by my ears, I was surely thought to be deaf by now, but no, I heard the crickets chirping, owls hooting soothingly, and just eerie and peaceful silen-

"H-hey! Uh…wen….yuh…uh…melp….me?" A very provocative dressed and obviously blotto girl came up to annoy me.

She drooped an arm over my shoulder limply. Her eyes were veiny and red, and her breath just made me want to heave up and barf on her precious stilettos.

"Err….depends on what I'm going to help you with?" I prompted, trying to shove the heavy body from me. Damn this girl needs to get gym membership or something!

Her head fell over for a second, but then it came right back up, "Suh…uh…ho…."

She entirely collapsed onto the sidewalk in front of me. Gosh, remember what Sam said. Walk away and pretend you didn't murder a person…even though I never really did, people mistaken me for it sometimes during my angry moments. Wait a minute; did she just call me a hoe? Well then I'll just take back my comment about murdering! I started taking my leave and letting the poor girl get raped or something until the high voice rang back into my ears.

"W-wait, y-yuh…juss….can't leave m-meh….'ere!" The infuriation got revived!

Yaaaayyyy.

Then I gave her a 'WTF?' look. I set my hands on my hips and just tapped the sole of my heels impatiently. Let's get this straight, I'm not a patient person, so don't do something that'll have to make me wait, even if meant waiting outside of a restroom while you're taking a dump out on the toilet. I bit lip as my nostrils flared, my uncomfortable body in this revealing clothes were also getting to my brain. I rolled my hazel green eyes once more as her head plopped back down.

I stooped down on her level, grabbed a fistful of her hair to prop her head up, "Listen sweetheart, you are painfully giving me a prissy fit right now and I don't prissy fits. I also don't like drama, I don't like mushy stuff or sappy romance, anymore you want to know about? Oh yeah, I also don't like annoying and drunk freaks calling me like I'm Catwoman to save them from their alcoholic fetishes, got it?"

"Well, aren't you a fucking angel?" She burped, but the sarcastic tone was clearly visible.

I don't have time for this High School prostitute, I could be home all curled up on my bed and hugging my Batman plushy close. Yes, I like Batman and every super hero that came from their moms out there. I talk to myself numerous time too as you can see, it's always some weird habit I got deceased with when I turned 10. Damn the number 10.

"None of some sort, but do you get the point? "

I studied her confused face for a moment, "Uh…yehh….I…dunno…."

I shook my head and got up to my full 5'0 height. I mentally cursed myself for staying out too late in the month of September, it was getting way too frickin' cold! Oi, I needed to get a car fast, but apparently a 15 year-old's life doesn't go so slick with that idea.

"Melissa! You stupid chick! C'mon and stop bothering that other one!" A very masculine voice was heard from a couple strides away. Gee, nice way to call me hon. I gazed up and saw it was a boy, a glass of beer in his hand and a very cute boy in fact. Oh well, if his girlfriend is the chick that just buzz-killed me right now, then he's off of the list. I glanced back at Melissa who was struggling to get up. My rude and sometimes harsh heart started saying: "help her, help her!". Don't give in Sel, just don't!

"Oh c'mon you irritating creature!" I gave in, grasping her forearm and dragging her up. Once she was steady on her feet, she quavered as she walked over to the guy.

Finally, after being brutally harassed by Trent at school, hit in the head by displeasing Geometry equations, eating uncivilized slobs of meat, enduring painful stretches from Dance class, the hot and sticky dancing in the club, being almost raped by some hobo, and pushing off that drunk mistake, I could go home! Sweet home! Don't you guys ever wish you could worship the people who made home, the bed, and the sofa?

I just hope Aunt Judy and Uncle Ron aren't back from their 'date' yet. Apparently, a date to Uncle Ron meant free coupons for In-N-Out. That cheap bastard. Though, I love him and Aunt Judy for shipping me away from my dramatic life down at Arizona! I have to get home by 12 and the last time I checked my phone, it was 10 o'clock. Wait, I'm only 15, meaning I'm not even supposed to be out right this second…..ooh….that's just really awkward. As long as that guy doesn't rat me out, then I won't need to put him on my list of beheading. You guys know I really don't…..behead people right? Because...I would…go to...jail no, not jail, isn't it juvenile? You can see I'm not that intelligent at times, but I can be during my manipulative scenarios with Sam.

"Uh….buh-bye….err…girl from….what's that place….." Melissa finely giggled as the boy threw her over his shoulder.

"Bye Mel…." I uninterestedly waved back at her to show a teeny bit of kindness. I think I've seen her around in school, the one always caking herself with makeup! Yeah! Well, not a surprise she was in the club and in that sluttish outfit.

I started departing the area until something vibrated in my purse. I slipped the phone out of my purse and rolled my eyes at the caller I.D.

Sammy

I pressed the answer button, "Sup, Samster!"

"Sel, my mom and dad are coming home in 15 minutes, you have to get home!" He warned me frantically.

I choked on my spit for a second (odd I know), but regained my posture, "What the freak? Didn't they say they were coming home at 12?"

He groaned, "Well, I guess my mom didn't get the right toppings in the hamburger!"

I could sense he was being sarcastic about it. I laughed humorlessly, "Har har, very funny, Sam. I'll be home in 10 minutes! If they come any earlier-" I sighed heavily and moaned exhaustedly, "-then you stall!"

"W-what? No way, remember the last time I stalled?"

I giggled at the memory of Sam having to ask his mom for puberty information to keep her away from my room while I changed from my clubbing clothes and into pj's. Poor guy learned more things than his 8th grade health class!

"Stop acting like a baby and do it!" I commanded, smiling as I hung up on him.

I kept on walking down the vacant crosswalk, slowing down as something caught the corner of my eye. I turned my head to the side and saw a black and yellow Camaro speeding right at me. Wait…hold on… slow down motherfu-

"What the hell!" I shrieked, jumping out of the way just before the Camaro raced down the spot I was just standing at, not even decelerating the speed at all. I got up off of the ground and waved my middle finger at the car. "I hope a bird craps on your head, asshole!"

Jesus Christ, I almost died! That car was even past the limit and that's a crosswalk! Meaning the giant red hexagon that says 'STOP' on it should be injected into your eyeballs! Ugh, I need sleep. Bad. On the up side, I get to go with Sam and Uncle Witwicky car shopping tomorrow after school! I get to tease Sam on his choice too! Haha…oh man….I still almost got killed though. That was scary, and usually I'm the scary one! Trust me, I'm not a bully, but I am tough and…..err….how to say it….insensitive? Uncle Ron always commented on how 'selfish' I am, but when the time comes, he always comes to me for help with his theatrical and sometimes comedic social life with his bizarre family.

I finally reached the house with 2 minutes to spare. I banged like a bratty 2 year-old (I once was) onto the front door until Sam whipped it open.

"2 minutes come on!" He glanced down at his watch.

"Okay, I think they-" A distant car engine ascending closer was heard at the end of the neighborhood. "Move man!"

I rammed him out of the way, his body crashing into the front door. "Good night to you too!"

I zipped up the stairs and into my room. I slammed the door, already undressing my clubbing clothes off. I started bouncing around like a bunny when I tried to slip my heels off.

"Ouch, ugh, c'mon! W-w-whoa!" I gasped as I tipped to the side and fell down.

"What was that?" I heard Aunt Judy's voice ask from downstairs.

In adrenaline, I ripped the heels from its straps and threw it under my bed. I unpinned my hair from the raggy updo and ran into the bed, only in my underwear and my bra.

Damn my dignity! You only live once, man!

I hugged my comforter close just as Aunt Judy and Uncle Ron came walking in. Did I mention I am a pretty good actress? I stayed in a relaxed position, letting small snores come out of my mouth.

"I could've sworn I heard a thud upstairs….." Aunt Judy prompted with confusion.

Sam laughed nervously, "What? A t-thud? You must be watching Paranormal Activity too much Ma! Just have a nice warm bath to calm your nerves!"

"No, no, no…..wait…how come it smells like perfume? Did you invite a girl?" I wanted burst out laughing at the situation Sam is going through now.

"No way! Give me some high-five son!" I smirked at Uncle Ron's comment. I heard a weak smack of the hands and Judy sighed.

"Quiet you two! We might wake Sel up," Aunt Judy scolded the two idiots.

Yeah, you sure don't want to wake me up since I am sound asleep right now. Hint the sarcasm you guys, hint it.

"Sam, you're such a good actor-"

"What is that supposed to mean?!" Sam snapped in panic. Don't panic boy, just don't! Or else I'll strap you into a lingerie one-piece from Victoria's Secret!

"Well now I know why you were acting like this!" Aunt Judy exclaimed, my body tensing up and also feeling Sam's as well do the same.

"W-what..."

"You were trying to make sure we didn't wake, Sel!" She finally revealed.

Ha-freaking-llujah! Now leave my damn room.

Uncle Ron saved the day by groaning, "Can we please get some sleep now? You too young man."

Thank you!

I smiled peacefully when three pairs of feet absconded my chilly and eerie dark room. I hugged my soft pillow closer and my body was soon waving goodbye for the day as I fell into a deep drowse, dreaming of that bastard Camaro chasing me. Great.