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Chapter 2
It was two months later, and I still wasn't used to the whole...part wolf thing. I could smell things from a mile away and I could hear a pin drop during a rock concert. Plus once a month I turned into a raging monster. But that happens to all girls, right? Anyway, I had moved from my quiet cozy town to the bustling city of New York. I loved it there. I had my tiny little apartment above a chinese restaurant and every day I went to work as a car hop. I liked my job, but it was getting kind of boring. I rolled on those roller skate with ease. Before the incident I couldn't roller skate for the life of me. It was a particularly busy night. I was doing my usual rounds when my boss Hazel rolls up next to me.
"Take 10, will ya?" She asked. She wasn't exactly a ray of sunshine after working a double shift.
"Sure thing." I said. I rolled my way over to the parking spot when I noticed...him. Mr. Jamison was seated at in his car in parking spot ten reading the paper. I remember when I first rode in that car, it had only been 5 months earlier.
"We're late for school mom!" I called, rushing down the stairs.
"No you're late." My mom said, she looked at her watch. "Oh I'm never going to make it to the high school and the preschool." She rushed us all out of the house.
"Hello Miss Harris!" Jamison called. I nearly gagged.
"Oh hello Mr. Jamison." She replied.
"What are you up to this morning?" He asked.
"I'm late Mr. Jamison, I have to get the girls to the high school and Timmy to the preschool in five minutes." My mom said frantically.
"I could drive the girls." He offered. My heart stopped.
"NO!" I shouted. My mother glared daggers at me.
"Oh, Mr. Jamison that's awfully kind of you." She said. "Are you sure?"
"I'd be more then happy too." He smiled.
"Thank you so much!" My mom called. "I owe you one! Go on girls." I was about to die I stormed off into the back seat. My sister sat in the front. My mom sped off as soon as we got in the car.
"Hello girls." He greeted as he started driving.
"Hello Mr Jamison." My sister smirked. She's such a suck up.
"Whatever." I said.
"Oh Billie, why must you act so infantile?" My sister questioned.
"Excuse me? You're the own who still sleeps with a blankie." I snapped. That shut my sister up. She turned back to the front.
"So how old are you now Beverly?" Mr. Jamison asked.
"17." She smiled with glee.
"What do you want, a medal?" I asked. She looked taken back.
"Billie Jean Harris why are you so mean to your sister?" Mr. Jamison asked.
"I don't have to answer to you." I replied.
"I'm telling mom you're being a little brat." My sister said.
"Go on and tell her." I said. "And I'll make sure Peter Johnson knows all about Blankie." With that Mr. Jamison parked in front of the school. Beverly stormed out of the car.
"Can't you just be a normal little girl?" Mr. Jamison asked. "Your life would be much better if you didn't act like this."
"Oh Jamison, I'm not a normal little girl." I informed him. "I'm the scariest thing you'll ever see. I'm your worst nightmare. And you don't wanna mess with a nightmare." I slammed the car door as I left.
Those days of torturing him are long gone now. I'll never get them back. Never mind that now, I turned to talk to Hazel about a spot change but she was busy with another customer. If I interrupted I'd be dead. Maybe I should mess with Jamison? Billie from beyond the grave! But that would cause too much problems. Too many rumors. I took a deep breath and rolled to the car with my head down.
"G'day mate." I said. "I'm...Charlotte and I'll be your waitress this evenin'. Can I start you off with a beverage?" I said in a ridiculous accent. I'm not quite sure what Jamison looked at me funny, as if he started to recognize me. I held my breath.
"Hello Charlotte, a coca cola would be just fine." He replied.
"Comin' right up." I said skating off. That was a close one. I grabbed a coca cola from the kitchen and gave it to Mr. Jamison.
"Thank you, ma'm." He said.
"Anytime." I replied. The rest of my shift went by smoothly. Jamison didn't even know it was me. But I still wondered why he was here. I had just punched out and decided I should investigate. I followed him close by at a reasonable distance. He made his way to some science convention. Of course. Never mind, problem solved. I was walking back towards my apartment when I slammed into a man.
"Sorry!" He shouted.
"No I'm sorry." I said. I helped him pick up his stuff. Oh hooray, he was a scientist too. I picked up his business card.
"Henry Hickleburg, Hickleburg snack company?" I questioned as I read that.
"I'm a scientist at my snack company." He explained.
"Oh, that's cool." I said. "I'm Charlotte." I might as well stick with my alias.
"Hello Charlotte." He greeted. "So, you're a car hop?"
"How'd you know?" I asked.
"You're wearing your uniform." He explained.
"Oh right." I said. "I love it but I'm getting sick of it."
"Really?" He asked. "Well I have an opening for an assistant. Would you like a job?" Hmmm, a snack company lab assistant. I had never been a science fan, but I had been a snack fan. Why not? I could probably make some tasty snacks.
"Sure, you only live once." I said. That oughta be an adventure. Little did I know it would be.
1958
8 years at the snack company and it's been great. I haven't aged an ounce and when Henry asked about it I told him I had a disease. Surprisingly he believed I was infected with noageatosis. Any way, we were testing Henry's new desert toping today. I wasn't sure what it was. He was really excited about it and couldn't wait to show me today. I knocked on the door to his office.
"Henry, you there?" I called. He yanked the door open.
"Morning Charlotte." He greeted. "Step inside." Office is a bad word. It was basically his own lab in a lab. I didn't quite get it, but to each his own.
"So, what's this big thing you wanna show me?" I asked.
"I'm working on a healthy snack." He said.
"Healthy?" I questioned.
"Yes." He replied. He opened up a curtain and I saw before me a garden of tomatoes.
"Tomatoes...yum." I replied.
"Not just any tomatoes Charlotte. Genetically altered tomatoes." Henry assured me. "Just like chocolate."
"Really?" I asked. He shoved something in my mouth.
"Is this the finished product?" I asked, tasting the chocolate on my tongue. I looked down and saw the half eaten tomato in his hand. "Wow."
"I know." He said. "Once I cross it with this Chemically-altered-ranch-flavored-dessert topping it'll be perfect." I started to see the awesomeness in this.
"What are you waiting for Henry?" I questioned.
"Here goes." He smiled. He poked the needle into a tomato and placed it on the table. We both stared intently at the tomato. It wiggled and grew bigger until, it happened. BOOM! A blue blob was plopped on the table. A big red eye popped open. Me and Henry froze. Before either of us could say anything the blob ate the table. Henry screamed and ran out of his office.
"HENRY!" I shouted. I started creeping towards the door when I slipped in blue goo. I screamed and fell on my butt. The single red eye stared down at me. A hand formed out of the blob and came towards me. I closed my eyes, preparing for the worst. But, all I felt was the floor under my feet. I peeked one eye open. The blob had helped me up.
"Thanks." I replied meekly. The blob turned and started munching on a chair. I rushed out of the room. When I came outside there were helicopters and soldiers everywhere. A tall man came up to me. He had brown hair and a square jaw. He must have been the general, I could just tell.
"Excuse me little lady, have you seen a gelatinous mass of some sort?" He questioned. I knew exactly what he was talking about. I was about to reply when I thought...this guys a monster just like me. I shouldn't turn him in. I'd be a total hypocrite. But if I didn't inform the general about the blob, it'd look suspicious. Save my butt, or save the butt of a blob I just met. I chose a different option.
"Who exactly are you?" I questioned. Yup, stalling. I figured if I stalled long enough, I'd be in the clear.
"I'm General W. R. Monger." He replied. "And you?"
"I'm Charlotte." I replied. "I don't see a badge." He flashed me his badge.
"Have you seen a big blue blob?" He asked me.
"What kind of blue blob?" I asked. I could tell Monger was getting annoyed. But I didn't have to wait long. The blob split in two right through the doorway and started eating Henry's car. Hmm, if Henry wasn't in his car where was he? Soon enough, the soldiers had lured the blob into a military van. The general turned to me.
"We're going to have to ask you a few questions." General Monger said. That's when I thought of the oldest excuse in the book.
"My mom said not to talk to strangers." I replied. At least it wasn't a lie, though she said that 10 years ago. Before I knew it, two soldiers threw me into a van. Not the same one as the blob. The door slammed shut behind me. "THIS IS KIDNAPPING! I KNOW MY RIGHTS!"
"It's hopeless Charlotte." Said a voice. I turned to see Henry sitting on a bench.
"Henry, are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm fine." Henry said. Not another word was said until the van doors reopened.
We were lead into some kind of interrogation room. Monger paced around the room. He finally stopped and turned to Henry.
"What is this creature?" He asked.
"Bicarbonate Ostylezene Benzoate." Henry explained. "I was working on a snack and instead of a delicious treat...I got that."
"That's a mouthful." I said to Henry. "Can't we just call it B.O.B.?"
"B.O.B." Monger noted. "I kind of like that." He looked at me. "And what exactly is your involvement with B.O.B.?"
"Well, I've spent 8 years as Henry's lab assistant and I helped create B.O.B." I answered.
"You look awfully young to be a lab assistant." Monger said. "Especially if you started eight years ago. How old were you, 6?" Uh oh. I said too much.
"She has noageatosis." Henry explained. "Once she hits 14 she doesn't age." That's when I saw my exit. I burst into tears.
"It's really hard to talk about." I sobbed. "I can't get into rated R movies because no one believes my age and I'm always treated like a kid. It's not fair." I sobbed and sobbed some more.
"Uh, okay we'll get you home Miss." Monger said, not really sure what to do. Perfect.
So me and Henry were walking to the chopper. It had been a crazy day and it's a good thing Monger hadn't looked up Noageatosis yet. I looked to my left and saw it. B.O.B. It was sitting there eating a ham, talking with some government scientists. I could hear the scientist talking through the glass. B.O.B. looked up at me.
"Hey, look!" It shouted. It could talk! And it sounded like a boy. He pointed at me. "It's daddy!" Daddy? He turned and looked at Henry. "And there's Mommy! Hi Mom, Hi Dad!" Henry just looked shocked. "Why is Daddy crying?" I wiped a couple tears from under my eye. Man I was good. Real tears and everything. But daddy? Did I look like a daddy?
"Can we see him real quick?" Henry asked. I was shocked. Henry wanted to see him?
"Real quick." Monger replied. We were lead into the room B.O.B. was in. I was still shocked Henry wanted to see him. He was the one most scared of him.
"Hey mom, hey dad!" B.O.B. shouted.
"Uh, B.O.B." I said.
"Yeah Dad?" B.O.B. replied.
"I'm actually mom." I corrected.
"Really?" B.O.B. asked. "But you're a boy." He slimed up to me. He was way taller then me. He towered over me. "You've got boobies."
"No, girls have boobies." I said.
"Oh...so that's dad?" B.O.B. asked, pointing at Henry. Henry's eyes widened.
"Yup that's dad." I replied. Come to think of it, we were his parents. Well, so were the tomato and ranch dressing. We were both kind of his parents. Well, since we created the tomatoes and dressing we're his grandparents. That makes sense. "Actually, that's grandpa and I'm grandma."
"Grandpa!" B.O.B. shouted as he hugged me tight. I got sucked into his body. I could hear Henry outside, but it sounded like I was under water.
"B.O.B. spit her out!" He shouted.
"Sorry Gramma." I heard B.O.B. say to Henry as I got spat out. At least Henry was using his nickname.
"Are you okay?" Monger asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I said, spitting out some goo.
"B.O.B., I'm your grandpa." Henry said, understanding why we were grandparents.
"No you're not, you're a girl. You don't have boobies." B.O.B. argued. I sighed.
"It's time to go home." Monger said. He lead us out of the room.
"Bye Grandma, bye Grandpa!" B.O.B. called.
"Bye B.O.B." I called back. I was scared for him. Scared for the same reason I ran away from home. The government, expirements. We were lead into a white room, not a helicopter. That's when I knew something was going down.
"What's going on?" Henry asked. Flash! I'm not quite sure what happened. "Where...where are we Charlotte?" I was about to answer when I realized he didn't remember a thing. Monger must have done some sort of mind wipe.
"I...I don't know Henry." I replied. I turned to the general. "Who are you?"
"Miss Charlotte, Mr. Hickleburg. Allow me to escort you home." Monger said. That's when we went to the chopper. I later learned that my senses had been so heightened that they resisted mind wipes. Yeah, It took a while for me to figure it out. I went home that night and resigned from my job as a lab assistant. I couldn't risk another run in with Monger. I'm sure he's discovered Noageatosis doesn't exist and I'm going to have a lot of explaining to do. I packed up that night and moved. I thought that'd be that last day I'd ever see Henry and B.O.B. And I hoped it'd be the last I'd see of Monger. But I was only right about Henry.
