11
Jealousy
Everyone reading this MUST MUST read A Curious Matter by TheAmethystRiddle! It looks like it's gonna be a really really great story! And this girl writes like a pro.
I mean, I think the reason why so many people are always reading those girl-in-Greenlake stories is because they are looking for a fanfic that makes them feel. Well sometimes you can get that from stories with actual plots, you know? Just try them out. They really don't bite.
Some of you entered in characters that I requested in the A/N of my last chapter a long long long time ago. (I'm sorry for that by the way. Free time is as rare as the perfect hair day these days... at least for me.)
I've taken all of your characters into consideration and maybe some of you will see something you've suggested later in the story ;)
Anyway, this chapter is dedicated to violingirl101 because the next bit of this story's her idea.
Oh, and
More surprises to come...
The character I added in this chapter, however, is based on TheAmethystRiddle's suggestion. I hope you'll enjoy what you helped me create as much as I enjoyed it.
Jesus Christ.
She giggled at another thing he just said.
What the hell are they even talking about? Potpourri?
"Yeah. I like the lavender smell," I heard Lou say. She smiled at him.
Shit, I was right.
Potpourri.
They were two holes away from me.
Why does she consistently act stupid like that? We all know she's not a drooling dog anymore, but she continues the act.
It's so annoying just watching her laugh at everything he says.
He's not even a funny guy.
He's a poetic, emotional blow-up doll with muscles the size of a NASA spacecraft.
Then I heard a sound I haven't heard in a long time.
Old-man Walker's hearse car puttered towards us slowly but surely in the middle of the hot day.
Thomas shielded his eyes as he gazed at it.
"What's he bringin' today? More sorry delinquents to add to the collection?"
Lou nodded. "And mail."
Thomas and I said, "What?" at the same time.
We never got mail.
We were a population of about 30 people who no one wanted. That's why we're so far away from everyone else.
I continued digging, hearing Thomas's bragging and Lou's polite utterances.
I think I must have zoned out while digging my hole because I felt something light but sharp slap the left side of my face and fall to the ground.
It was an envelope.
I looked up to see the old man staring down at me.
"Ya got mail," he said.
He tried to sound intimidating, but I knew he was as confused as I was. Neither he nor I have seen an envelope during our stay at Camp Green Lake.
"Well, open it son!" he growled, and then spat a wad of some nasty gob into the sand.
"Privacy, please," I said, smiling up at him.
"Bah!" he walked away, hacking and spitting.
There was no return address. I couldn't believe they would even allow this to get sent in its condition.
I opened the envelope and unfolded the letter.
The spelling was atrocious.
"Hey, kid.
You obviously know who this is, cause no one else is gonna write to you anyway, so you might as well face it now. Me and my girl, we maneged to find a place to live with one of her old—I mean older sisters.
I wish you could see my littl baby. Well, he ain't a baby no more. He's almost a year old and he can walk already! I feel like shit that I was diggin a 5-foot hole in the sand while he was learnin to walk.
His name is Allan. I'm telling you I never loved anything so much. I bought him this little stuffed Squid from the thrift store that he takes wherever he goes.
A lot of things changed when I returned to the real world. The people are shittier, and all these people are walkin around like they're always busy.
It's a strange world out here, Flower. Get out soon or you never gonna be able to catch up with it.
You might not hear from me again, I'm gonna be workin a lot.
Peace
Love,
Yo Mama, bitch. Who else?"
Well at least I knew Nick wasn't arrested or anything.
Still, I was jealous.
I was so fucking jealous at that moment I wanted to beat my chest like an ape and throw things into the sky hoping that it would knock someone up there to their senses.
"Hey, Flower, what's the matter?"
I looked up again.
Lou hovered over me, her shadow providing slight shade from the sun.
"This girl's stalking me. She was obsessed with me in like, the third grade and never stopped following me since. And now she knows where I am and sent me this stalker letter."
Lou smiled again, showing those teeth that I couldn't stop staring at like an idiot.
"Well, Flower. I don't think she can get to you here."
I sighed and was surprised at how sad that one sigh actually sounded.
I was actually kind of hoping it was—well— my mother who was writing me these letters
"Hello!"
The sound of that voice was like a cat giving birth in a helium balloon.
Right behind me, and I mean right behind me, was a boy of about ten years. He was already in his orange jumpsuit, which was worn more neatly than Thomas or I had worn it.
"Hello, my name is Oliver!"
Whoah.
He had a lazy eye.
"What's your name?" He tried again. His stupid pale lips were still stretched into a painful smile.
"Eye," I said.
"I mean—hi," I blurted quickly but dazedly.
Is it looking at me?
The boy gave a panicky giggle.
"My name's—"
"His name's Flower," said Lou, who came up beside me and threw her arm around my shoulder as if we were best friends.
At this point Thomas was looking at us. He gave me a glare, and I gave back a look saying, "I didn't do shit."
"My name's Lou," she said, shaking his hand, which was clean and extremely white.
"Oliver Pendanski," he said as-a-matter-of-factly.
"I couldn't wait to be in a camp!" he said excitedly.
How did this kid even end up in this place?
"That guy over there is my brother, Walter."
I looked just a distance away towards the Walker's black, ugly car. The old man was lecturing about raisins to this boy who looked exactly like Oliver.
Except he was dressed all in black.
And he was frowning.
Permanently.
I mean, if you looked at the guy, you would understand what I meant by permanently.
"Aww, they're twins!"
Oliver beamed at this.
"Don't you touch those raisins in my car again. Them raisins are mine," I could hear the old man say. Walter was just staring ahead, his black, greasy hair stringy around his face.
The old man gave him a shovel and pointed at Thomas.
"He'll be your mentor. Just ask him whatever you want. Don't ask me anything. Tomorrah I'd better see you in yer orange jumpsuit, or it's off to the buzzards with you."
At that he got into his car, and crammed a handful of raisins into his mouth before driving away.
The strange kid just stared at us. Oliver, however, was more keen to make friends and smiled at us politely. He tried not to look at the badly made cast on my leg.
Lou, however, was one not to give a shit about avoiding confrontations. Nodding at the dirty gauze wrapped around my ankle, she said, "If you're wondering about his foot, he tried to run away and then fell into a hole."
She took something out of the pocket of her gray jumper and the crackling sound echoed throughout the desert. It was the sound of heaven; a plastic wrapper of a piece of candy being opened.
She quickly popped the mint into her mouth, took another one out and gave it to Oliver. She took a third one out and gave it to me. Her smile disappeared when she discovered she had none left.
"Don't tell Tommy I gave ya that, ya hear?" She walked away after giving Oliver one stupid wink.
"Hey, Wally," Lou said.
"My name's not Wally!" the boy said in a low, gloomy voice.
"It's Darkness, okay?"
Ten years later, Oliver drowned in a lake.
Twenty years later, Darkness became the councilor of D-Tent. Of course y'all already know what happens after that.
oh and THANK YOU -iamshunspike FOR YOUR STORY ALERT/FAV AND REVIEW THAT MADE ME IMMATURELY GIDDY FOR A LONG PERIOD OF THE DAY. you know when something is insulting? Well your review is the exact exact opposite of that. Haha, that was awful. I'll find a more articulate way to thank you in the next chapter.