HISTRIONIC

CHAPTER 4: Penguin Park

Author's Note: Warning. Contains Some Crude Language.

You have been warned.

Saturday Morning.

The best mornings. Why you may ask? Because...

Cartoons are on in the morning! And what skater girl would be complete without Pokemon everyweek? None!

I'm still laying in my bed with my over-used and very old pajamas. They are blue and they have faded frogs all over them.

Anyway. I drop my hand on the floor and feeling around.

On the floor, my hand comes across mysterious objects. Something squishy, something fuzzy, something sticky... A little disgusting. I think I should clean my room.

I poke my head over the bed and search for my remote control for the lovely television. After a few disappointing moments, the remote is found. Hooray! It was right next to the sticky object, which was a candy bar.

After fumbling with the remote my television turned on and the cartoon channel appeared.

Commercials.

I propped my head up on my hand and waited for the show.

More commercials. Half naked shiny buff people ran along the beach smiling and flipping their hair. The guy's had muscle practically coming our of their ears and the girls had huge boobs and their ribs were sticking out.

Damn. I fucking hate commercials. Nobody cares about a new scientific formula for diet pills. Its all sugar pills anyway.

I waited and waited. These take too long.

Then a cartoon comes on.

Finally.

Little kid cartoon people were running around in funky ass cloths.

Wait. What the fuck is this shit?

This isn't Pokemon.

This is some other crap.

God mother fucking dammit. I missed it.

What time is it? I look at my clock.

Eleven o' clock.

Damn.

I'd try to go back to sleep but I'm already awake. All I wanted was to watch fucking Pokemon on a Saturday fucking morning, but no. I cannot even have that. Life is a bitch.

I slowly get out bed and stand there. Standing in a pile of trash, my own fucking shit. Touya tells me my room smells like a garbage truck on a hot summer day. It can't be that bad.

Oh look, a rotten banana peel.

I open my window and the sun is hardly shining. Its a cloudy day, FINALLY. Yesterday it was super hot and now its cloudy. About fucking time too.

Perhaps global warming is affecting the weather.

But fuck the weather. Fuck global warming and rain and all that shit.

I'm pissed. I missed my fucking show. I need to take a walk.

I throw on my pissy cloths- Dark torn skinny jeans and a black tank top that make my boobs look super huge.

I dont even brush my hair, I just walk out of my room and slump down the stairs.

Life sucks.

Especially when you miss your show. Fucking bitches.

Right as I'm about to walk out the door, someone stops me.

"Sakura-chan!"

Its my father.

"Hai." says I.

He's in the kitchen. He says, "Where are you going?"

Were am I going? I dont know.

I say the first place I could think of that parents find innocent and harmless. "Penguin Park."

He nods. "Okay, do you want breakfast before you go?"

I shake my head.

He's wearing a little apron and holding a spatula. "Alright then. Be careful, and don't be out too long."

I nod, and walk out.

I love my otou-san. He's so awesome.

Anyways. Why was a pissed? Oh yes. I missed my show.

I don't know where I'm walking. Maybe I'll go to Penguin Park. I'm thinking I was suppose to do something there... but I can't remember. Oh well. It must have not been too important.

I walk to Clow Street, which is pretty much the main street of the town. Clow Street has a bunch of shops and stuff there. And a movie theatre. I keep walking, one foot infront of the other...

So there's really nothing for me to do. I have no money on me. And unless I shoplift, there isn't anything I can do.

So I walk six blocks to Penguin Park.

Penguin Park is a playground by a forest. Its like any other normal kiddy park- it has swings, monkey bars, those little pole things you slide down, tubes, teeder-todders, and all that good stuff. But most importantly, there was the humugous penguin slide. Rumor has it, the designer for the park was trying to think of a name for the lovely park he created, when a very stoned boy came up to him shouting, "I just saw a penguin, man!"

So the designer decided to call the park "Penguin Park". There was a problem with that, however. The problem was the park had nothing to do with penguins. So, he ordered a humungous penguin slide. Thus, Penguin Park.

Another rumor about the slide and the name was much more simple. A stoner once told me aliens from another planet came and left the 'slide thing' in order to study us humans.

Well anyway... there is more to penguin park that the kiddy section. There is the sports section, a clearing full of tennis courts.

And, there's the grass clearing. Old people go there on Sundays and do Tai-Chi. It's fun to watch.

There is also the area between the forest and the playground. Its called the "fun zone". There are a fair amount of trees that are perfect for climbing. Creepy gothic men in their late twenties go there to hit on little middle school girls and probably end up raping them. If I go there, the creepy men would probably shoo me out. I'm too old.

Then, there's the forest. What goes on there... is odd. Teens hang out, do drugs maybe, or homework, who knows. Cults gather and sacrifice animals on a full moon. People have sex on blankets and blow up condoms and don't even bother using them. It's pretty crazy shit.

I casually stroll into the kiddy section.

Parents are watching their kids as they run around and have fun. In a few years, I bet those kid are gonna be in the forest, having a little fun of their own.

God, people are messed up. Not me, of course. Never in a million years.

The grass is a light green color and the leaves of the trees are plain green. I walk into the fun zone. Its empty since its still too early for the creepy men to come out. They dont come out until night time.

"Sakura!"

Did somebody call me?

"Sakura."

I think so.

I turn around, looking for the person who did. It couldn't be a creepy gothin guy in his late twenties. It's far too early in the day for them. I'm not even fourteen.

"Saaa-kuuu-raaaaa!"

I spin around some more. I can't see anybody.

"Yes?" I call out.

He says, "Up here."

Up where?

I look up and see...

Yo mamma!

Just kidding. Its cheer boy extrodinaire.

Syaoran is sitting in a tree, listening to music in an iPod thing. He's wearing dark jeans and a tight black shirt with a neat little design. One of those cool brands with the naked sexy man models that teenagers like to buy.

Very nice.

I say, "Oh. Hullo Thong-Boy."

He smiles.

"Hello Emo-Girl."

Emo Girl?

I say, "I'm not emo. Just slightly pessimistic."

"English please." He says, refering to my "big" word.

"I'm not emo." I repeat.

"Yes you are. I can see it in your eyes. Deep down, you are hurting and you want to cut your eyes out with razor blades."

"What the hell are you talking about?" says I.

"Your name is Emo-Girl. I am Thong-Boy." He points to me. "Emo-girl." Then to himself. "Thong-Boy."

He reminds me of Tarzan, speaking like that while sitting in a tree.

"Whatever you say, princess." I smile.

"Thong-Boy!"

It's awkward. Im standing on the ground, and he's up in a tree. I bet he can see down my shirt.

He calls from up in the tree. "So... are you wanna just stand there so I can get a nice view of your tits, or are you going to come up here and talk to me?"

I place my hands on my hips.

He continues, " 'Cause either way I'm happy."

That boy. I roll my eyes and climb up the tree. Boys.

"Hey perv." I look up and grin at him while trying to get up there. "I'm fourteen and super naive. I hate my parents and don't know a thing about STD's and statutory rape. Wanna fuck?" I tease.

I'm just kidding, by the way.

He laughs, understanding the current events of the park. "Yes! Here, I'll help you get up. I understand you and know how you are unique. Haha."

I havent climbed a tree since... well, ever. He reaches his hand out to me and I grab it. His hand is cold and kind of clammy, same as mine. Once our grip is secure, he pulls me up like I'm fucking nothing.

I sit next to Syaoran and huff. Takes alot of energy to climb trees. Even though I didn't really do much. No wonder he's so toned and muscle-y.

He closes his eyes and leans back on the tree. "Took you long enough, Emo-Girl. I didn't think you were going to make it."

I frown. "It's not easy climbing trees, you know. Besides, it didn't take me that long."

His eyes are still closed and his hand are behind his head. "That's not what I meant."

Um. What?

I say, "What do you mean?"

I don't get it.

Suddenly, I feel like I'm going to fall off the fucking tree.

He opens his eyes and looks at me. "So... you're saying you came to the fun zone on your own free will, not because I asked you to?"

What? He asked me? To the fun zone? No.

Oh yeah. He did. Yesterday. But he didn't say fun zone. I would never have guessed before that Syaoran would know about the fun zone. That information is usually reserved for the druggies, goths and emos.

My hands and legs hurt. I'm clutching the tree branch pretty tightly.

"No..." I say. "I needed to go for a walk. I missed my Saturday morning cartoons. You know how it is."

He smiles. "Well now I understand completely. It's tough missing the toons. What were you doing last night anyway? Does it explain the sex hair?"

So this is the weekend Syaoran Li? A somewhat perverted, laid-back guy? How interesting.

I say, "Possibly. Your sex hair looks nice too."

"So naive little fourteen year old girl. I can relate to your pain. Lets screw."

We laugh. I laugh nervously, realizing the ground... is very far down.

He smiles.

I didn't expect Syaoran to be like this. I expected him to be very cheerful and full of school spirit. I thought he only hit on the preppy girls that wore tiny skirts and have their boobs popping out of their shirts. I thought he would be farting out pick up lines.

But he's so mellow. Plus he looks very tired. There are dark bags under his eyes... Poor Syao, I wonder what he does that keeps him up at night. Sex with cheer girls? It would explain his sex hair.

Did I ever mention I'm super afraid of heights? Well I am.

Appearantly, Syaoran notices my... little ...phobia.

He says, "Um. Are you okay?"

I'm gonna die. I'm gonna break my neck. Come on Thong-Boy, tell Emo-Girl something that'll take her mind off this crazyness!

I say, "Um..."

He hops off the tree.

I gasp, "Fucking crazy Head!"

That's like... a twenty foot drop!

Now he's looking up at me.

He says, "Do you need help down?"

Yes.

I say, "No. You know, I kind of like it up here, I can get a nice view of... the top of your head."

He laughs. I made him laugh, what an accomplishment. Now I am going to die.

He hold up his arms. "Jump!"

Well, now the distance from my foot to his finger tips is about... eleven feet. No fucking way.

I say, "Fuck no."

He says, "Emo-girl, it's a five foot drop, it's not bad. I can reach the branch. Are you afraid of heights?"

I cling to the tree. "No."

I'm a bad liar.

He sighs. "Just slide down the trunk, I'll catch you if you slip off."

I blink. "No!"

I can live up here. Just give me food and water and a pee bucket and I'll good. It'll be an adventure...

He says, "Come on Sakura, I'll go up there and get you if you dont come down."

Uhh. Is that bad?

He shrugs. "I'll come get you."

I watch him as he easily climbs up the tree. I'm so jealous.

He's sitting next to me.

He says, "Okay, I'll carry you down, ready?"

"What?"

No!

"Okay, breath, alright? And remember, land on your feet."

"WHAT?!"

He pushes me off the tree and I scream as I plunge downward to my dark, dismal death...

"AHHH!"

"Sakura."

"AHHH!"

I'm sitting on the ground.

"Sakura..."

I say, "CUNT BITCH FUCKER!"

He smiles weakly and hides his hand in his hair.

"Sorry, but there was no other way."

I frown and throw a random stick at him. "Meany."

By the way... did he jump with me? I guess so.

As I recover from my heart attack, Syaoran stands up and starts bobbing his head.

I'm... confused.

I slowly get up. I brush off my ass and give Syaoran a crazy look that says, 'You're crazy'.

He shrugs and bounced his shoulders. He says, "I love this song."

I say, "What song?"

He is so random!

Thong-Boy shrugs.

I say, "So."

He quickly rasies his eyebrows. "So."

We walk out of the fun zone and into the park.

A lot of parents are staring at me. I cant blame them... wait. Yes I can. Emo-Girl is walking around with a tiny tank and ripped jeans, plus crazy hair.

We keep walking.

My hair. My second favorite thing I love about myself. It has two layers- a bottom and top. The top layer is normal- Its short, comes up to my chin and is usually messy. The bottom layer is thicker than the top and much longer. Plus half of the bottom layer is color black from my serious emo years.

Anyway, enough about my hair.

Me and Syaoran are just walking. I'm not sure where, I'm just following him.

"So." He says. "Where are we going?"

I shrug. "I dont know. I was following you."

He says, "And I was following you."

We chuckle together. It's fun.

We are away from Penguin Park and in the residential neighborhood.

We're just walking in awkward silence, passing by all the okay houses with yellowish grass in the front yard.

He stops.

I say, "What?"

He smirks. "You never answered my question yesterday."

"What question?"

He shakes his head. "Nevermind."

What question? Is he gay?

I say, "You're gay?"

He rolls his eyes.

I add, "Cause there's nothing wrong with it, you know. I'm cool. Open minded. I don't hate, I appreciate. So yeah."

He says, "You know, I get that... a lot."

Well my dear Thong-Boy, it is because you constantly imply .

"Uhuh."

He shrugs. "Well, what do you want to do now were together?"

Let's go smoke some pot! Now I love that song!

He adds quickly, "Not together together, like...friends kinda... um. You know what I mean."

I nod with one eyebrow raised.

Where did that come from?

I say, "It's obvious, don't worry 'bout it."

He sighs. "So... wanna do something?"

Let's go get wasted and run our clammy hands through each other's hair and have dirty, hot sex.

I say, "You look tired."

He blinks and rubs his eyes.

He says, "Yeah. I am."

I want to ask why, but it's a stupid question. The answer is obvious.

Why are you tired? Because I didn't sleep dumbass. Oh. Okay then. Yeah dumbass.

I want to know why he didn't get sleep. But I dont ask, because you dont ask people you barely know stuff like that. Because the answer might reveal a dark secret... Like, why didn't you get enough sleep? Because I was out killing people. Oh.

I say the only think i can think of. "Oh."

We walk down the sidewalk. The houses are becoming nicer the the streets are better paved.

My house is a block up the street.

I say, "So where do you live?"

He yawns. "Uh... like that way." He points to his left.

I say, "Uhuh."

He says, "So where do you live?"

I point to the right. "That way."

He nods. "Very descriptive."

"I know."

He stops. "I'm tired. I think I'm going to go home."

I frown inwardly. Already? What about the pot? The alcohol? The dirty hot sex?

I say, "Oh. Okay."

He pauses. "Uh... do you want me to walk you home?"

Yes? No? I dont know!

I say, "No... it's alright. You go home and go to sleep, little one."

I ruffle his perfectly messed up hair.

"Yes ma'am."

I smile. "Bye Syaoran."

He waves. "Bye Emo-Girl."

And we walk away.

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