Aaah yes... Another crazy story by the author. I was debating whether this should be in first person or not... Hence why it took me forever to make.
Character info:
Name: Renee Ibach (Ruh-ne' ... I-bock)
Age: 13 - 14
Height: 5'2
Grade: 8th
Gender: Female
Birthday: March 17, 1993
Character Traits: Drawing, running, karate, socializing, hockey, singing, guitaring playing, piano playing.
(I was going to say that you can use your imagination, but some people might be too lazy to. So IF you don't have a good imagination here is some character details on how she looks.)
Hair color/length Brown with some blonde... 3 inches below the shoulders.
Face color/etc: White, few tiny zits, pretty.
Eye color: Verrrry dark brown.
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(Renee's best friends)
Name: Chelsea Rhands, aka, Bobble
Age: 14
Height: 5'5
Grade: 8th
Gender: Female
Skin color: She's Korean...
Eye color: Brown
Hair color/length: Verrry dark and shoulder length
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Name: Rebecca Lessie, aka, Becca
Age: 14
Height: 5'4
Grade: 8th
Gender: Female
Skin Color: White
Eye color: Blue
Hair Color: Blonde/wavy and shoulder length
(More detail will be described throughout the story)
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March 12, 2007:
My birthday was coming up in 5 days and I could hardly wait. It was one of my favorite 'Holidays' because my parents would usually stay home from work and take me to my favorite fast food restaurant: McDonalds. I don't know why I like it there so much, but I guess the parfaits and McChicken sandwiches were irresistible to me. I also like my birthday because of all the chocolate I get. It's unbelievable! Every time, and I mean every time, I eat chocolate I end up making a mess somewhere on my body, even my feet. I'm not sloppy, just a klutz.
Anyway, my best friends, Rebecca Lessie and Chelsea Rhands, aka, Becca and Bobble, called me over so we can go get some snacks at Wa-wa for the movie at my house tonight. Her house was only a 7 minute walk, but I always ran to her house so I was there in no time. Bobble, however, didn't like to run so much so she rollerbladed instead.
I rang the doorbell to Becca's house, which had a catchy tune that I was danced to. Every time she opened the door and caught me dancing like a fool, she would throw food at me, which I would eat. One time she tricked me into eating broccoli, but I got her back by putting a water balloon in her bed.
Right as I was about to step inside, Bobble leaped on my back and yelled "I wanna be a mongoose! Giddy-ap!"
"Oh, you are so dead," I grinned, running down Becca's long hallway. Bobble laughed and tried to cling tighter to me. As I skidded to a stop Bobble was thrusted forward onto the carpeted living room. "Owwy," she laughed, getting up.
"Don't make me get the broccoli out," Becca joked, giving me a small shove. I returned the move with hook to her right knee, collapsing at the sudden contact. "Physical reaction," I said as though I was a genius. "Get's 'em every time." Becca glared up at me, but it wasn't a hateful glare. More like a never again or the broccoli is going to hear about this glare. "Let's go to Wa-wa now. I want a cappuccino thingy," Bobble said, helping Becca up.
"Squeely bladder fuck!" I exclaimed. "If you are this hyper, I don't thing you need one." Becca and Bobble laughed and slipped their purses over their shoulders. "Let's go," Becca said, opening the door for us. We began to walk down the sidewalk, humming random and awkward tunes. "How did the hockey game go, Renee?" Bobble asked.
"Err... I still didn't get a goal," I replied, scratching the back of my head. "But I managed to stay on my feet. And, oh my God, this is so hilarious. This one girl went off sides and the ref blew the whistle. The girl is like 'What did I do?!' and my sister is like 'off sides, retard.' And then she is like 'fuck you. I wasn't!' and then I'm like 'yes you were, assclown.' She gave me a look that made her look like Kermit the Frog."
"Oh my God, she's so retarded!" Bobble exclaimed. "At least she didn't call you a purple freak."
"Don't go there," I replied. Our teammates are called purple freaks because of our purple warm-up uniforms. We really don't give a damn what they say. We make fun of a team called Quakers... QUAKERS OATMEAL!!!! HAHAHA!!!
(A.N.: I just realized that Quakers was an oatmeal brand.)
"Yay! We're here!" Becca said. She opened the door for us, nearly closing it on herself. We looked around a little bit, checking out which chips and Doritos we wanted to eat for the movie. Bobble made her way over to the cappuccino, acting as thought she is under cover. "Bobble no ones going to arrest you for getting cappuccino," I said. I paced over to her, not knowing that there was a man getting a slushy from a machine. I bumped into him, knocking his slushy onto his shirt and jacket. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry," I apologized, staring blankly at him. He slowly turned to me, glaring in anger.
"Don't apologize to God," he said in a low whisper. "You dumped the shit on me." I looked up at him, trying not to say or do something stupid like I normally do.
"Let me get you some napkins," I quickly said, turning around and jogging to the napkins. As always, they were stubborn and hard to pull out. I managed to get some descent napkins; napkins that weren't torn to shreads. "Here. I apologize again," I said. He yanked the napkins out of my hands and wiped furiously at his clothing. He nearly put a hole in his shirt from rubbing so hard. "What's stuck up his ass?" Becca whispered to me as we walked to the front counter. Bobble followed us, sipping her hot cappuccino slowly. She yipped in slight pain from burning her tongue. Again, she sipped and yipped in pain.
Turning around, I gave her the what the fuck look.
"You think that you would learn the first time?" I laughed, grabbing the cappuccino from her.
"Nyaa!" She whimpered. I accidentally spilled it on her hand, causing her to stumble backwards a little. The guy behind quickly backed away, not wanted to dump his slushy again.
"Stop fucking around!" He growled, shaking his fist at us. All three of us turned around, Becca blowing a gum bubble, Bobble licking the cappuccino off of her hand, and I sipping he hot drink. My eyes twitched from the intense thermal energy, trying not to back wash her drink. Becca laughed at me as a nearly spewed the drink all over the floor, but I managed to get it down my throat. "How embarrassing," I groaned, wiping my mouth of cappuccino. "I'm gonna go get a slushy before my throat sets my whole body on fire. Pay for my stuff, Becca." I handed her a 10 dollar bill and began to walk to the slushy machine, only to be stopped by Bobble.
"You little slut, gimme my coffee!" she said, yanking the cappuccino out of my hands. Becca giggled a little.
"Calm down, you whore," she said.
"Yeah, whore. Listen to the bitch," I said, grinning. Of course, we were kidding. When we were very playful and hyper we would call each other by our other nicknames; Bobble was the whore, Becca was the bitch, and I was the slut.
The man behind us gave us a contorted look and said, "You girls are so awkward." Becca turned around and said, "Speak for yourself." She pointed at his greasy, disheveled hair and stained outfit. His face was sickly pale and covered in slushy.
His eyes twitched madly at the rude comment. He said nothing, but wanted to attack. Unfortunately his hands were full of junk food.
"Hurry up, Renee," Bobble called to me. "I wanna watch the Fullmetal Alchemist Movie!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Becca said. "I thought we were gonna watch RENT!"
"Fuck that," I said. "I wanna watch a scary movie, like Dawn of the Dead. Or Resident Evil. Or The Grudge."
"Oh my god, remember the last time we watched The Grudge?" Becca said, bouncing a little. "The neighbors came over to see if everything was alright because we wouldn't stop screaming."
"Oh yeah!" Bobble remembered. "That was the time when Renee tried to keep you locked in the bathroom at school and she bent down to jam the doorstop in the bottom of the door. Then you opened the door directly on her head and she fell back into a pile of chocolate milk." We all bursted into laughter and nearly fell to the ground. We weren't aware of the mans presence behind us as he eavesdropped on our conversations.
"You really know how to make an ass outta yourself," he mumbled, shaking his hand.
"At least we aren't the asshole," I whispered to my best friends. We giggled a little before paying for the slushy.
"Have a nice day, ladies," the cashier said, smiling at us. We thanked him and left Wa-wa.
"That man was so damn weird," Bobble said, sipping her cappuccino which was now cooled.
"I know, but he was kinda hansom," I replied, sipping my cherry slushy. Cherry wasn't my favorite, but I was dying to cool my throat down.
"Speaking of RENT," Becca randomly said. "Let's sing that one song... Or what we remember."
"Umm... Three seaweed salad and one pasta with meatless balls," I sang, picking up from a random part of the song.
"Ew," Bobble said.
"It tastes the same," I said.
"If you close your eyes," Becca said.
"And thirteen order of fries, is that it here?" I sang.
We all sang, "WINE AND BEER!" Suddenly, we heard a voice behind us.
"WILL YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP FOR TWO FUCKING SECONDS?!" A man screamed. It was the maniac at Wa-wa. That's when it hit me; I left my Jr. Royals photo album at the slushy machine.
"Wait for me, girls," I quickly said, dashing at full speed towards Wa-wa.
"Oooh k," Becca said, sitting under a tree. Becca and Bobble got caught up in another random conversation that they didn't notice the maniac following me.
'This should shut them the fuck up for a while,' he thought to himself.
(Outside of Wa-wa)
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I walked back out of Wa-wa, looking at the pictures in the album. I found one of Justine Spatz and I pretending to whack a manikin with a hockey stick. I laughed to myself and flipped the page. Tina, Bianca, and Bettsy were doing warm-ups, standing on one foot, while the rest of us tried to throw things at them. Again, I laughed a little, but it was cut off by a harsh yank on my arm. I was dragged behind Wa-wa and thrown on the ground. Landing on my stomach, I yipped a little and looked up to see the same maniac. "You and your little bitches annoy everyone in sight, and I'm going to fix that problem."
"Huh?" I gasped. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a lead pipe, swinging it down swiftly. Still, I was able to dodge and kick him in the groins. His eyes widened in pain as he dropped the pipe. He gasped for air and nearly fell over.
Regretfully, I punched him hard in the stomach and in the face. Blood poured out of his mouth as he fell to the cold, hard ground.
"Oh, God," I groaned. "I stood there staring at him for a while. I was full of regret and fear. The best thing to do was run and get help, but I was so anchored by thoughts and decisions.
"Fucking bitch," he gasped as he managed to pick the pipe up. He threw it directly at my head, not piercing it but striking harshly and causing my head to bleed. The world around me began to spin as I tried so hard to maintain balance. I fought the pain of and began to run in a random direction.
"Aaaaaagh!!!:" The man screamed in pain and anger. He stood up and sprinted full speed at me.
"Stay down!!" I screamed, pulling out my first owned hockey puck and attempting to throw it at his head. Unfortunately it hit him in the groins again. This is why I never tried out for softball or baseball.
"Gyaa!" He screamed in pain as he fell to the ground. His face was contorted in pain and agony as he squirmed like a bull worm. "Fffuck!"
"Hang on," I said. "Let me call up a friend. She will give us a ride to Becca's house." I pulled out my pink cell phone and dialed Christine's number. She was a tall, somewhat preppy girl on our hockey team. She was lactose intolerant, and always kept away from her when she had a milk shake in her hand.
"Hello?" She answered after a few rings.
"Christine, this is Renee," I panicked. "Get down here fast! I'm at Wa-wa, and this guy is injured. I-"
"Renee, I'm in a hurry as it seems," she interrupted. "Something terrible happened to Katie."
"Katie Waltz?"
"Yes. She was attacked by some maniac, just because she called him wacky."
"Oh my God..." Silence. "She's in the hospital?"
"Yes. She barley escaped... I'm sorry, but Katie needs me by her side."
"Don't worry, E. I understand."
"Don't call me E, please... I'll see you this weekend, I hope. Bye."
"Bye..." We both hung up. I turned around and saw the man struggling to get up and glared at him. "You can get your own help, you bastard." With that, I dashed back to the front of the store, grabbed my Jr. Royals album, and made my way towards Bobble and Becca.
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