My name is Tessa Rhode.
I am a groupie for Wind Technician, but I'm not what you think I am. I know what you're thinking-"A groupie? That means she's some kind of a drugged-up slut that likes to sleep with famous band members..." To put it simply, I'm not. Maybe it would help if I started from the beginning.
You see, my entire life, I have been totally, irrevocably SMITTEN with the lead singer to Wind Technician, Seven Myler. From the day I was concieved, I've loved them! My parents were old. Old people like old bands. While I was in the womb, my mother had two sets of headphones. One for her head, and one for her belly. My first day of school I wore a Wind Techinician tee shirt that was many sizes too large for my thin body. The memories come back so easily, I remember the first thing I did when I entered Mrs. Long's Kindergarten Class was gravitate to the only other person I would ever completely relate with. Alice Cooper Jenkins. Fate must have directed us to each other that day! What are the odds that a little girl wearing an overly-large Lonnie Mays Clio top would ever find someone so alike, such as I? Surely more than 1 in a 1,000,000! "Hi" She said as I walked up to her. "I love Wind Technician! Let's be friends!" From that moment on, we were inseparable. Alice was the extrovert to my introvert, together we would sit on the playground throughout our elementary school years and discover the likes of the great bands Lumbar Puncture, King, The Whom, Metalicker, and innumerable others. Even so, there was always a kind of sad glint in her eyes. Not wanting to ruin the friendship, I never pursued her personal life. We tended to stick to the music. We were mutually delighted to discover we lived a mere four blocks away from each other in our little town of Lawrence, Massachusetts. That is, until I found out her parents were slobbering, horrible, abusive drunks. I found out when I decided to surprise her on her ninth birthday. As I neared the house, I thought I might have had the wrong one. Screams and shouts were bouncing around in my head, coming from the houses direction. I crept up to the window, and peeked in. Horrified, I saw my friend huddled in mass in the corner, berated nonstop by her domineering parents. A bottle suddenly shattered over her. They tossed around insults like children tossed stones into ponds. I deliberated for a brief moment, contemplating what to do. Run for help? Run in and help her? I froze in my tracks as I saw her slowly slide up the wall. She had a black eye. The second she opened her mouth, a string of curses and insults were thrown back at her parents. I was completely shocked at her audacity. Her mother was seemingly unnerved by this. Together they grabbed her and pushed her roughly through the front door. I dove into some bushes at the last minute, just barely avoided detection. They forced her into their beat-up Sudan and drove away.
That was the last time I ever aw Alice Cooper Jenkins.