Red's Point of View
"So someone finally bought the Marler's old home." Mom replies sitting across from the kitchen table from me. My mom looks a lot like me with chin length bright red hair, the same matching hazel eyes and the same oval face structure. Her normal straight face look is tinted with a small smile today. I guess Mom would be happy being a real estate agent in all.
"It's about time." I mutter not really paying attention to her. I was listening to my iPod and eating Fruit Loops trying to make best of my last breakfast of summer until she had to come around.
"Oh, and your little friend Esther Stoley? Her family has just moved back to their old home here a few days ago. You should go visit her!" Mom exclaims trying her best to make me in a better mood. She knows that it won't work though.
My heart sinks a little bit when I hear that Esther has moved back to South Park. I want to see her so bad, especially since neither Wendy nor Lola wants anything to do with me anymore. I know that I shouldn't visit her though remembering how awkward it was before she moved between the four of us. Every single one of us has gone our separate ways.
For I, not much has changed for me. I am a freak at school once again but I saw that one coming. I have always been a loser after our group split up way back at the end of grade four. Okay I am taller and I don't have those black highlights anymore but otherwise I am still that same girl. I miss Bebe every day. My heart breaks whenever I see her picture on the streetlights. When I see her story on the news, when I see her favourite clothing store, everything reminds me of her.
"So when are the new people moving in?" I ask happily, trying to change the subject. Whenever I think about Bebe I try to change the subject right away to make sure I don't break down. I take another spoonful of soaking wet Fruit Loops yummy just the way I like them. Some people like them dry but I love them just flooding with milk.
"Today and they have a girl your age!" Mom replies happily. Probably hoping that maybe I will let go of the past and make a new friend for once. I guess I could give it a try. After all I should start to move on three years have passed since then and Lola and Wendy sure the hell seemed to have moved on.
I nod with a smile unable to speak since my mouth is filled with soggy fruity goodness but I am sure she understands what I mean.
"Hello Mother," a small voice speaks up suddenly coming into the room. I look behind me to see my little sister walk into the room. Her name is Kathleen but goes by Katie. She thinks Kathleen sounds too old for her. I have to admit Katie suits her better with her bright orange curly hair put in two pigtails and small freckles sprinkled across her nose. Okay sure she is a ginger but she is so cute! I love everything about her.
"Hi darling!" Mom exclaims standing up from her chair and gives her little baby a kiss. I think Katie is Mom's favourite. I guess I don't blame her, she is lucky to have little Katie. She almost died when she was born from a hole in her heart and now she is being tested for leukemia. I don't even think Katie even realizes what is going on with her. All she thinks she's doing is getting a few needles. She doesn't realize how serious this whole thing is. Mom is taking her back to the doctor's tomorrow and I have no intention in going. The test results are coming in tomorrow and I don't want to be there if it is actually true.
"Hey Katie, how was your sleep?" I ask trying my best not to cry for her.
"It was good; I'm feeling a lot better." Katie says quietly looking at her feet. She is so small and skinny for her age because she has lost so much weight from her sickness. But she got really sick a while ago and hardly ate. It was terrible to see her in such a state, she could go days without eating, and she was so pale, so pitiful. She is stronger now but she hardly ever eats. I think I know the reason why she is feeling better all of a sudden.
I kneel down to her size and put a loose strand of orange hair behind her ear. "Why honey?" I ask sympathetically. Katie is the only person I really truly care about in this world. The rest of the world can suck it, no homo.
Katie glares at me accusingly with her large eyes. "You don't believe me do you?"
"No, I want to know how you're feeling better." I lie to her with a smile. I have gotten really good at this over the years.
"I'm just feeling a lot better, that's all." She says looking past me refusing to keep eye contact.
I look at my Mom helplessly; I am not getting any truth out of this girl. Mom gives me a look to say to leave the room and I get up back to my normal height and walk out of the room quickly. I don't want to hear the conversation that is to happen in there. It is just too sad.
I decide it is best to go to my room and I do slamming the door behind me. "Good night cruel world I'll see you in the morning." I whisper and sing at the same time, I usually don't like rap music but Power is kind of a good song.
I throw myself upon my unmade bed and I bounce a little when I land. Not knowing what else to do I grab my ipod and lay down on my stomach just listening to songs. I crank up Smells like Team Spirit by Nirvana so much that Mom would complain about me going deaf one day if she wasn't talking to Katie about-yeah.
While the song plays I zone out of everything in this shitty world. I forget about Bebe, being a loser, how I hate my family and about how the only person in this world may have cancer. Fuck my life. I hate it when spoiled bitches say that like Wendy Testaburger. She used to be cool and nice but now ever since Millie got a hold of her, we never talk. I don't even think she remembers me.
When the song ends one of the calmer songs I have on my iPod which is Secrets by One Republic goes on (I like my songs on shuffle) and I turn down the volume very slightly, just enough to hear something going on outside. Confused, I get up from my bed iPod still in hand and look out my window. I notice that a giant moving truck is in front of my house and tons of people are around.
I smile slightly and I am kind of intrigued at the thought that a new neighbour is moving in next door. They have a kid my age! Perhaps a new friend maybe this year at school will be different no more being a loner.
Not taking it any more I turn away from the window and decide to run downstairs. Something I have not done in forever.
"Mom the neighbours are here!" I scream out loud like when I was young and it was Christmas. When I almost reach the kitchen I pause remembering what was happening. That is a slap to my face. I fall silent and walk into the kitchen with some hesitation.
To my surprise I don't see Katie and Mom in tears but instead Katie is at the kitchen table licking an ice cream cone contently. Chocolate smudged all around her mouth.
I look over at Mom with a what-the-fuck look but then realize that Mom probably changed the subject and gave her treats to distract her from what's really going on.
"The neighbours are here." I say awkwardly watching Katie as she hands Mom the hardly eaten ice cream cone. I look at the clock and realize it is noon. I wake up pretty late in the mornings of summer usually. I was hoping to get a real good sleep in today but oh well.
"They are? Well let's visit them! I bought a pie yesterday at Wal-Mart may as well give it them." Mom replies contently and runs over to the microwave. She always likes to keep treats in there for some reason. I guess because it is too tall for Katie to reach.
"Didn't one of the real estate agents at your office sell them this house?" I ask all in wondering. I feel a tugging on my Family Guy t-shirt. I don't watch the show but I just love Stewie. The pic on my shirt is of him carrying that gun thing he always uses to kill Lois and the words "damn you all" on it. I can't tell you how much this shirt suits me! Mom hates it but I wear it with pride, not only just because it is my life in three words but also to piss her off.
I look down to see Katie looking up at me with giant eyes handing me a half-melted ice cream cone the chocolate ice cream has melted onto her hands and she gives me a tiny closed smile. I notice that she has gotten some of the ice cream on my shirt. Since the shirt is black the stains won't show but it'll still be sticky there the entire day. Which means I will sadly have to change out of my favourite shirt on the last day of summer vacation.
I want to yell at her to throw away it herself but I remember her cancer and take the cone into my hands. The gooey melted dairy treat goes all over my hand and I wrinkle my nose in disgust but try not to show my little sister. I just walk over to the trash can under the kitchen sink and throw it under there. Luckily it lands in the middle of the trash.
I wash the stickiness from my hand and run upstairs to change my shirt. "I'll be down in just a sec." I mutter to her running away.
Not bothering to close the door I grab the first shirt I see which just has a simple quote on it. "It's time to take a risk, sweetheart." It says. It's just a plain white shirt with black letters on it. Nothing more, I have no name brand clothes in my closet and I don't plan on ever buying any. I hate name brands. Not like every other girl in South Park High School. To them clothes and make up and all that shit is everything. No one has any personality these days.
I walk back downstairs slip on a pair of black flip flops that are standing next to the front door and walk outside to the front porch where Katie and Mom are waiting patiently. Mom is leaning against my house watching my little sister be intrigued by all that's going on with worry in her hazel eyes.
Not wanting to think about losing another important person in my life, I look away from Mom and stand next to Katie. She looks up at me with a giant smile.
"This is so exciting! I wonder if they have any kids." She replies her blue eyes growing wide. She's so innocent; I wish I was young again. So I can tell myself not to get so close to Bebe, so I can learn to appreciate things more.
"I know they have one my age, maybe there will be one that's yours." I say joyfully while Katie claps her hands in excitement her pigtails bouncing as she does so.
"Well let's go find out." Mom interrupts happily out of her sorrowful mood. She hands me the pie in her hands. I look at the box it is in and notice that it is a blueberry pie. I hate blueberry pie, I'm so glad that the neighbours are taking it. Mostly because blueberry pie was Bebe's favourite.
"What did your Mom buy that you're so excited about?" I asked slightly curious of why Bebe was so eager to get home after school that day. I was in her kitchen, the two of us walked home from school together to work on a project about any book we desired.
"Blueberry pie!" she said smiling to show off her pearly white straight-without-braces teeth.
"Blueberry pie?" I asked raising an eyebrow. I did not believe that Bebe would actually get so excited over something as small as pie. If it was something from Gucci or the newest model of the Blackberry then that was understandable. But blueberry pie was just out of question when it came to Bebe.
"Yeah, it's so sweet like certain people." She replied mysteriously eyeing me a look I had never seen from her before.
I shake my head at the memory. That day should never be spoken of again. Luckily no one has to know about it, she's gone. There's only me left to keep that day between me and her.
"Hello my name is Patricia, nice to meet you and your name is?" I hear Mom's voice, but I don't bother looking up from the ground and the pie.
"Heidi, Heidi Turner."
I look up to see a girl my age with long dull brown hair, brown eyes and wearing a green tank top and short jean shorts is the last person I want to see.
It's the same Heidi whose life I ruined.
I'll keep you my dirty little secret, don't tell anyone or you'll be just another regret.
-Dirty Little Secret, All-American Rejects
P.S. I made a reference to the song Roman's Revenge in here the part when she says that everyone can suck it, no homo. The song is by Nicki Minaj and Eminem. The reason I put it in is that she looks like someone who would like Eminem.
