Alien Chat

Nubian Dragon © 8/2010

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Looking for a Chat Room

Tonight I'm feeling kinda weird, like I just don't care and I need to relax my mind. Let it explode and get away from school. The semester was hard and a couple of times I thought I was going to crack, but I didn't. I finished and now I want to forget about school for two weeks. Act like I know nothing about quantum physics, Boolean algebra and geophysical biology or anything that relates to the science degree I'm perusing at Yale. I'm glad I survived the first half of the year because the science and math was kickin' my ass. I guess I should be lucky, out of the seven hardcore science geeks that started out in the new micro pilot program in the Yale School of Engineering and applied Science department I'm one of four that's left.

Rachel, Scott and Ian didn't make the cut after the first semester. I was shocked. They were smart and on point. Nothing got past them and they were always coming up with new shit that blew your mind. I thought that if anyone would survive the year, least of all the first semester, it would be Rachel and Ian. They were smarter than the rest of us and I just knew that Rachel was going to be the last man standing because her father was a Yale professor; Ian, on the other hand, was another bird to consider, he smoked too much. I think since it was his first time away from home and he didn't have one of his parents watching over his shoulder, he could do anything and he did. He smoked so much weed I had taken to spraying him with Lysol when I saw him, especially when we went to Professor Chekov's class. If the old Russian knew the kid was wacked on weed, he would have been long gone from the Boolean algebra class. Professor Chekov's was strict and no nonsense. I really didn't much blame the guy for wanting the best because he was the best math professor at Yale and he thought some stuff that was more fiction than science, but it was becoming real in the world.

Rachel, she had a brilliant mind, but she was wild. I knew she was young and wild even though she hid it well from her parents and everybody else. She wanted to do things she could never do when she was young and in high school. What she really wanted was to be like regular kids, but her parents had other plans for her. They had shipped her off to special schools for the gifted since she was six and always gave her the best and demanded the best from her in return. Her education at Yale was free and the red carpet was all laid for her from beginning to end. Her life was laid out for her from beginning to end and she had no say in it. All she could do was ride the waves, but guess she didn't want it. I think she hated her dad for controlling her the way he did and she wanted to piss him off really bad. It was a never ending struggle for Rachel, trying to declare her freedom from her parents, but she never gave up. She'd always do something that would grate her father, but never openly challenge him. She constantly had thorns jabbing at him and hiding her guilty hands so he couldn't see. She was a daddy's girl and she took full advantage of it. She needed weird rushes that would keep her balanced while she lived in the world she called fake. She did a lot of crazy shit that a lot of people didn't know about and for some odd reason I was drawn into her madness. I guess I had her back and I didn't want anything to happen to her. She was a nice enough kid, but she was getting out there and she really didn't know what she was getting into. I came from the streets and I knew exactly what could happen to her if she didn't keep her head, she could end up dead or on the streets. I couldn't let it happen to her and I think I was one of the few people that she listened to or even thought to take advice from because what her parents said to her went in one ear and came out the other. All-in-all, I thought she'd survive the first semester, but she hadn't.

I didn't know what she was going to do now that she had flunked out of college. She really didn't know how to work like regular people because her parents had not allowed her to be a regular kid, but she was resourceful. She had a gig that I think I was the only one who knew about it, I'm sure no one else from our geek squad knew Rachel was stripping. She had been doing it for the past two months and she was using me as a cover for her sneaky deeds. It was easy enough for her to do her thing because I would drop her off and pick her up from the skanky club in Milford. I didn't like it, but if I didn't help her she was going to do it anyway and god knows what would have happened to her. Now that she had flunked out, I didn't know what was going to happen to her. I wouldn't be there to help her, so she just might get lost in the world. If she kept stripping, I hope she'd be slick about it and not let her dad find out, if he did, Rachel would be in a shit load of trouble.

Rachel was like my little sister and even though we were in no way related, I still cared what happened to her. There was nine years difference between us, but I could still relate to her even though I was twenty-nine. She was trying to do some things I had already done and a lot of crazy shit, I would never in a million years think of doing. Her parents had locked her away from the rest of the world for too long and now it was showing. Sometimes she scared me with what she did, but she was good at listening to me and getting her act together.

I was going to miss her, Ian and even Scott, although I thought that Scott might actually be prejudice. It didn't really matter to me, but I thought the kid was selling himself short with that better than thou attitude. Xin said that he was transferring to MIT, they had wanted him, but he had wanted Yale as his first choice, now he was going to do them both. Maybe he would last at MIT, who knows? Not mine to worry about.

I am going to freakin' push school and hard science out of my mind and I am going to go to my one bedroom apartment on Mix Ave in Hamden and hide away from Yale or anything the looks like the Yale community for two solid weeks. I deserve to veg out and do things that I wouldn't do while I was taking classes. FREE CHANDRA! Yeah… that sounds good, I'm going to free myself from the books and get caught up in something else, my laptop. Lose yourself girl, surf like you've never surfed before and talk as much shit as you want to in those funky AOL chat rooms with all those weird freaks and when it's over, close the door and don't look back.

Two weeks to let loose and be wild and then it's back to the books. Two weeks to talk shit and play tricks. I'm going to have so much freakin' fun; I will be laughing my ass off for a very long time.

The following day…

That was the sweetest profile I ever created, I must say, I am pleased with myself. I am blonde, 5' 10" and I'm a dancer. From the looks of the pic I posted, I have enough silicon I could afford to donate half of what is in the boobs to someone else and still look healthy. Just more bait for the perverts. A little something, something to get them salivating and when the dogs start drooling I'll talk some much shit to them they will choke their chicken before they would have known what they were doing. There's no way in hell I am what my profile says I am, I'm quite the opposite. I'm short, black and I wear braids in my hair. I'm not ugly by a long shot, but I think my blonde alter-ego will serve quite well the skanky purpose of my two-week AOL account. It's a hit and run deal and I'm going to enjoy having fun while I do it.

It's sick I know, but I'm going to have so much fun…

Day two…

This was an interesting idea and I will admit that it is working. The rooms are crowed and when Shelia comes in the room all eyes are on her or maybe they're just on her boobs. LMAO! Everybody wants to talk to her.

Day three…

There are some freaks in this world. If I could turn red from embarrassment, I would have done so more times than I could have counted. Sick isn't the word… I'll just have to say psycho. I have to watch what I say in those chat rooms and make sure I don't give anything away about myself. Just stick to the lies and everything will be good.

Day four...

I'm not so sure it was such a smart idea to create skanky Shelia and push her boobs in guys' faces. I probably bit off more than I can chew. I might have to re think this and make are I don't friend anymore of those weirdo's. My fault, I know it, I'll have to fix it.

Day five...

I'm really sick of this shit; all I have are mega perverts and horn-dogs trying to talk to me. I even think some teeny-boppers were trying to drop me some IMs. Well I can't complain too much I brought it on myself. First of all for wanting to do something so stupid and out there and second for creating that skanky trampy profile that anyone with bat and balls would want to poke. I thought there were also some chicks out there who wanted a piece of Shelia.

Well, Shelia is gone and now it's time for me to create my own chat room Space Geeks and Super Freaks. I'm not sure who's going to come to the room, but I plan to have some intelligent and creative conversations while having a little cheeky fun. I gotta have some fun because when classes start, its study city, and nothing will take me away from my books.

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