Chapter Three
What am I doing?, I asked myself as I followed the eight devious baby-sitters into the void filled night. They had not told me where we were going, only that we were seeing the mystical fluential leader they held captive.
My soul felt dirty, like a used down and out Los Angeles prostitute. I had virtually sold everything I believed in- tacos, watermelons, popcorn chicken, and ROCK!, just to be a part of something bigger than myself. I had done the exact same thing I hated the most. I sold out.
I had done wrong naming myself after a bubbly boy band song. I thought in naming myself after the enemy, that I would understand them and hold leverage over them. However, the persona Dirty Pop carried along with it had crept into my being. Corporate.
We were at the end of the darkened alley. Kristy stepped forward, her frizzy, brown hair radiating moonlight in waves of skankiness. I turned my eyes away from it.
I deserted myself for a skank!
We all somberly walked into a dimly lit room. In the center of the empty, round chamber stood a single chair, with a shadowy form seated on it. Kristy immediately burst out laughing, that chilling guffaw like a donkey that sent chills down my spine. My reflexes burst into motion but not fast enough for the smart hand of Abby Stevenson coming crashing down on the side of my forehead.
I immediately swooned into darkness.
When I woke, memory immediately came flooding into my ever alert mind. I took in my surroundings. I was still inside of the dank, poorly lit room. I was seated in a chair behind the other captive, the fluential leader, my arms tied to his.
Kristy was still laughing like a donkey, obviously impressed with herself.
"You actually believed us!" she said incredulously.
"You are the biggest dumbass!" Miss Sophisticated Stacy exclaimed in glee.
"Now you are our prisoner," Claudia said eerily. "Just like you're little friend behind you that you tried to save and failed, failed miserably."
I grinned politely in reply, trying to stall in time while I did two different things, one being thinking of a good come back, and two searching my pockets for my handy dandy notebook.
Kristy walked forward, dangling the colorful, handheld notebook in front of my face. "Looking for this?" she asked dauntingly.
"You can't win!" I shouted frantically, reaching the end of my desperate ropes. "You're communist bastards!"
"It's of no use," a discouraged voice disclosed from behind me. "They already have won. We might as well give up."
The voice reminded me of someone I knew, a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. Kristy sensed the recognition dawning on my face.
"Dirty Pop, it's time you knew who, exactly, this fluential leader you were suppose to rescue identity." She nodded towards Jessi and Mallory, who had been seated happily the whole while in the corner working everlastingly on their fricken gum wrapper chain. "Untie them both."
I didn't struggle against Jessi as she undid my restraints. Curiosity overwhelmed my senses.
I turned around at the same moment the now freed fluential leader turned. I gasped, in a point halfway between horror and ecstasy.
"Luke Skywalker!" I breathed in fascination.
What am I doing?, I asked myself as I followed the eight devious baby-sitters into the void filled night. They had not told me where we were going, only that we were seeing the mystical fluential leader they held captive.
My soul felt dirty, like a used down and out Los Angeles prostitute. I had virtually sold everything I believed in- tacos, watermelons, popcorn chicken, and ROCK!, just to be a part of something bigger than myself. I had done the exact same thing I hated the most. I sold out.
I had done wrong naming myself after a bubbly boy band song. I thought in naming myself after the enemy, that I would understand them and hold leverage over them. However, the persona Dirty Pop carried along with it had crept into my being. Corporate.
We were at the end of the darkened alley. Kristy stepped forward, her frizzy, brown hair radiating moonlight in waves of skankiness. I turned my eyes away from it.
I deserted myself for a skank!
We all somberly walked into a dimly lit room. In the center of the empty, round chamber stood a single chair, with a shadowy form seated on it. Kristy immediately burst out laughing, that chilling guffaw like a donkey that sent chills down my spine. My reflexes burst into motion but not fast enough for the smart hand of Abby Stevenson coming crashing down on the side of my forehead.
I immediately swooned into darkness.
When I woke, memory immediately came flooding into my ever alert mind. I took in my surroundings. I was still inside of the dank, poorly lit room. I was seated in a chair behind the other captive, the fluential leader, my arms tied to his.
Kristy was still laughing like a donkey, obviously impressed with herself.
"You actually believed us!" she said incredulously.
"You are the biggest dumbass!" Miss Sophisticated Stacy exclaimed in glee.
"Now you are our prisoner," Claudia said eerily. "Just like you're little friend behind you that you tried to save and failed, failed miserably."
I grinned politely in reply, trying to stall in time while I did two different things, one being thinking of a good come back, and two searching my pockets for my handy dandy notebook.
Kristy walked forward, dangling the colorful, handheld notebook in front of my face. "Looking for this?" she asked dauntingly.
"You can't win!" I shouted frantically, reaching the end of my desperate ropes. "You're communist bastards!"
"It's of no use," a discouraged voice disclosed from behind me. "They already have won. We might as well give up."
The voice reminded me of someone I knew, a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. Kristy sensed the recognition dawning on my face.
"Dirty Pop, it's time you knew who, exactly, this fluential leader you were suppose to rescue identity." She nodded towards Jessi and Mallory, who had been seated happily the whole while in the corner working everlastingly on their fricken gum wrapper chain. "Untie them both."
I didn't struggle against Jessi as she undid my restraints. Curiosity overwhelmed my senses.
I turned around at the same moment the now freed fluential leader turned. I gasped, in a point halfway between horror and ecstasy.
"Luke Skywalker!" I breathed in fascination.