Journal, 11/12/60

So I wanted something fairytale-like to happen. Maybe, oh I don't know, the mother I've been dreaming about for years actually acknowledging my existece, for one thing. Instead, when Ms. Rus comes in her red Socy car, she takes me not to the manor of a rich person's dreams, but to a drug rehab center.

I don't really know why I got my hopes up, either. I mean, my mom obviously didn't do too hot of a job raising Dallas. Actually, if the rumors are true, Dallas wants her gone, and I doubt he wants her gone to something as organized and safe as a rehab center.

Anyways, the center wasn't large and shiny or anything, but it did have large and shining guards. I mean, there must have been around 10 in the parking lot. Then we were frisked as we went inside. That guard was twice my size with half of my brain. Ms. Rus had it worse, though. That guard really liked placing his meaty hands on her body.

After walking through the doorway, we were directed to a desk with a Ms. Rus look-alike in a suit. She looked fancy, or she thought she did, tilting her head up so she'd have to look down at us, even though Ms. Rus is probably a Soc. Clutching a clipboard, she teetered on high heels all the way over to an enclosed, glass room. Any conversation Ms. Rus tried to make with Super-Soc ended with a sigh of regret.

My mom's a mess. Apparently, her name is Alice, a simple, pleasant name on an unpleasant person. She resembles me like I resemble Dallas. Non-existent fingernails, tangled hair, saggy skin and bones are my mother. I expected some reaction out of her, I was past heartfelt conversation at this point, but I expected something. Instead she just stared into space. The whole wave fingers thing ended in disaster, seeing as she did nothing and I looked like an idiot just shaking the muscles out of my hand with increasing desperation.

We left, and I've decided that I like my mother just as much as I love Dally.

Journal, 11/13/10

Dally's got weird friends. When I stepped off the bus, Two-Bit Matthews comes and starts messing with my hair while putting me in a headlock, crooning like a dying, happy rooster. Then Sodapop comes and releases me from the choking, hairy prison and I stagger off. Dyllan starts laughing because he was beside me the whole time, giving me a replay of the whole thing, over and over and over. He doesn't know about my new relations, so to him that was just a little funny sexual harrassment.

Journal, 11/14/10

Guess what? I get to spend a day with my favorite Greaser tomorrow! I'm so excited I'm going to pee myself. Why do I get this lovely bonding time? Because Two-Bit and Sodapop are greasy little slimeballs from underground, that's why.