Chapter 19: Monkey think, monkey do
I don't think I left a good first impression on my first day of school, but it was an impression I stuck with. I wasn't really looking for friends and neither am I willing to be stepped on. Kinda reminds me of my days back in middle school when some kid got me angry, so my guidance counselor gave me a stress ball. Then, I threw the stress ball at the kid and he fell down the stairs. That was a good day.
Anyway, today was my second day of school. Or, my full day of school. I knocked myself out the day prior. I barely got any sleep last night, so I mostly just spent that time in the garage with my stuff. I decided to paint some decals on my riot armor to pass the time. I was there for a while before I decided to collapse back on the coach.
The next morning went about exactly the same as the previous, so not much use talking about it. After breakfast, everyone hopped into Vanzilla. Honestly, I don't know how that old piece of junk could last for three generations and still run. I fell asleep in the back seat, so I can't really say what happened, but I think Dad ran over a family of ducks by accident and everyone started crying. I actually had to climb up to the front and take the wheel because Dad was balling his eyes out.
We got to the High School and the older kids were dropped off, including me. We were standing outside; waiting for the school to open. My sisters decided to stay with me, mostly because of what I tried to do last night, as well our most... recent discoveries.
"You think you'll be okay, Leia?" Lori asked.
"I'll be fine, Lori. Today's a new day, yesterday was different." I said.
"Yeah, but you can't pretend yesterday didn't happen." She said. "Just try not to start trouble."
"For what? Bumping into someone and accidentally ruining their dress?" I shot back. "Weren't my fault things turned out the way they did."
"Hey Leia. You ever notice you have an accent?" Leni cut in.
"Accent? What do yah mean?" I asked.
"You have an accent! I totally just noticed it." Leni said.
"I don't know what yah mean, Leni. I don't hear nothing." I said.
"Wow! You do have an accent." Luna said.
"What're you talking about?" I didn't understand them.
"You've literally got like a Texas accent on you." Lori said.
"Texas accent? Well, I did live in Texas for awhile. I suppose that's why." I said. "But I've been all over. Texas was just one of many stops on my long list."
"Where else have you been?" Luna asked.
"Oh I've been all over. I've been all over the West, New York, Florida, Texas." I listed. "I've pretty much been everywhere."
"That's cool. Sounds like you've had an exciting experience." Lori said.
"Yeah. Although I couldn't stay in Vegas for a long time. I went back there a year later and I jacked a car cause I was on some shit." I said. "I can't really remember what happened after that. All I know is that I woke up in a ditch in Ohio for some reason. Took me three days to get back to the safehouse." The bell for first period rang and school had started. Yippe-fucking-yay. Can't wait to be shunned.
"Come on, dude." Luna said to me. "We gotta get to music class."
"Yeah yeah. I'm coming." I got up, said my goodbyes to my other sisters and followed my twin to our first class of the day: Music. I honestly don't know why Luna treats music as a religion, it's really weird. But I don't bother her about it, I drive a goddamn Harley and wear leather. Who am I to judge?
Walking down the halls was a pain because I got eyes staring at me from every direction. I even got someone staring at me from the vents, which I will not get into because that is a whole other can of bullshit. Teachers, students, custodians all staring at me like I'm some kind of monster with three tits. I mean, I don't have that big of breasts, but it's bigger than Luna's. She's got the tits of Gumbo. What was I talking about?
"Yo! Luna." A voice called for my sister. It was her girlfriend, Sam. She ran over to greet Luna. "What's good?" She asked.
"It's all good, Sammy. Just walking with Leia to class." Luna answered.
"Oh. That's cool. Sup Leia?" She said to me. "You alright after yesterday?"
"I've been through worse." I replied.
"Okay..Well, we should get to class. We don't to get caught again after last time." Sam said. "I still have nightmares of those bathroom stalls." She shivered at the thought.
We eventually made it to music class and, just as I suspected, people steered clear of me. I sat down next to Luna and awaited for the day to begin. The teacher called out everyone's name and marked them as present. She began the lesson by talking about some famous musicians from different eras and shit like that. I don't know, I was barely listening.
Eventually, everyone took out their instruments and started playing. It wasn't great; most kids were off key and I think the guy playing the tuba had a stroke or something. The guy playing the trumpet just didn't give a shit. I had to roll up the music sheets and shove them in my ears, it was so bad.
When the horrid sounds of Hell ended, thank God, The teacher called up individual students to play something. Luna and her band mates played something, but I zoned out. They finished and the teacher decided to do something that I hated.
"Ms. Leia, how about you come up and play something?" She said.
"Huh? No, no I uh..." I tried to decline, but it was more of a demand than a request.
With a sigh and a pout, I stood up and went to the front to face the class. I didn't know what to play, I barely know how to play. They didn't have a harmonica, so I was pretty much fucked from that point on.
"Teach! Can I jam with my sister?" Luna raised her hand and called out to the teacher.
"Hmm. I don't see why not." She accepted and Luna came to my side with her guitar.
"What're you doing?" I whispered to her.
"Not gonna let you rock it alone, sis." She whispered back.
I grabbed an electric guitar from one of the piles and tuned it. I barely knew how to play one, so we're gonna just wing it from here. Luna started playing her guitar and I soon joined her. We were both off track, playing different notes. However, something eventually clicked. When we were young, Luna and I had this thing that we did every now and again where we would do the exact same thing at the exact same time. We would say the same sentence, think the same thoughts, we could even sometimes feel what the other was feeling sometimes. But that all stopped when Luna took up the rocker lifestyle.
What was once a mess of notes, was now a mirror of the other. We were hitting the same strings at the exact same time with no hesitation or mistake. After so long, we were connected once again. The notes eventually became a song. Luna would play a part and I would play the next and so on. We didn't know the song, we've never played it, we just knew what the other wanted. We were in unison.
We stopped playing and did a slow turn of the arm as we plucked our last string. The class roared in cheers and applause. They would shout out our names and call us "The Twins". It felt nice to have that connection again, though I doubt it'll last. I don't know why I'm so cynical sometimes, I just am. I guess that's the trait you pick up when your rear is bouncing on a leather seat going 150 miles per hour down the highway. I remember when I had to come to an emergency stop one day and my ass skidded across the seat. It tore my jeans and I had to sit on a frozen bag of peas for two hours.
The teacher applauded and sent us back to our seats. Class ended soon after and the day moved on slower than a snail shitting out molasses... That was a horrible image, I'm sorry. Anyway, I was now in the library and I saw little miss bitchathon, Isabel, sucking tongue out of some new guy. Apparently, she dumped Max after I whooped his ass yesterday and hooked up with some new clown. Kinda feel sorry for Max, but not really.
I sat down at one of the computers and looked up some news headlines for my history homework. I scanned through recent articles: "Local Man Finds Treasure in Backyard." No. "Famous Celebrities Sex Tapes." Maybe later. "Dead Woman Found in Graveyard." There's a joke in there somewhere. "Viper Gang Killer." Ah shit.
"Yep. I knew this would happen." I said to myself.
The article stated: "The viscous Viper gang that has been terrorizing the city of Austin, Texas, were found all dead in their trailer park. Footage shows an armored person riding in on a motorcycle, shooting the members and even ripping them apart with a chainsaw. Further investigation showed the body of an Eagle member on the site which would explain the recent disappearance of the Fallen Eagles. Whoever this armored person is, they are a hero to Austin for ridding it of the Vipers." I groaned at the sentence. I wasn't a hero, I was a murderer. Going further showed some pictures of the gruesome site, the destroyed chop shop, and an interview from its owner. After his interview, the picture of the Eagles graves popped up in the article.
I sighed in sadness at the sight, for it brought back too many memories. But something was strange about the picture: one of the graves was open. It didn't look as if something dug in, but rather dug out. I took a closer look at the picture. I couldn't remember who I put in that grave and I had left the makeshift tombstones without names. I didn't know who was in that grave, all I know is that that person is out. Someone was alive. An Eagle was still alive. But who?
I shook the thought and closed the article. I didn't want to let that devour me, I was trying to start a new life. As much as I wanted to find one of the old members, I wanted to move on... The Eagles were dead. I buried them and the original ideals die with me. These new Eagles are nothing more than a shadow of what we were. I needed to move on. It was all just in my head.