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Chapter Three: Weakness
Disclaimer: Same as always.
Everyone has a weakness. Everyone has one that makes them unique from another. There are people who use people's weaknesses to their advantage. In the Disney movie, Hercules, Hades makes it his life mission to destroy Hercules and gets Meg to help him. It's kind of uncanny that in the end, Hades is destroyed and Meg and Hercules end up happy in the end and all of that mushy shit.
I admit that I find people's weaknesses and use them to my advantage; it's a sick pleasure of mine. Matt's weakness is that if he can't find away to con himself out of doing something, he's screwed over. That's where I come in, I help him get out of whatever it is, but then he's eternally in my debt. He becomes my minion, he helps me and he deals with it, it's how everything works. The predictability is kind of comforting which makes it even more satisfying to find people's weaknesses.
Then, there's Lizzie. What fun it is to find Lizzie's weaknesses because of my deep hatred and resentment towards her. Lizzie yearns for acceptance. She's tried many times and failed so miserably that I laugh at her for being do dumb for even trying in the first place. But that doesn't stop her, her stupidity takes over her brain and she doesn't know when to quit. Finally after failing miserably so many times and me laughing at her pathetic attempts, my laughter stopped. After Kate moved to New York and Claire was out of power, Lizzie took over. She was now the queen bee. Miranda strongly opposed such preppy activity as she went down the Drama nerd path in the twisted roads of high school. Gordo was faithful to his lady, supporting her every step of the way, which makes me want to puke every time I think about them together.
I have my weakness, Gordo. It's quite pathetic how I developed such a complicated obsession with him and have kept it for two years. It's a very hard thing to keep from my friends, especially Matt. I told Lanny about it, but Lanny wouldn't speak a word to it to anyone, he's not like that. When I became friends with Lanny and Matt, I saw Matt was someone who could be competition to me, but I saw Lanny as a genuine human being with a great soul. Lanny was my confident while Matt was my sidekick, lackey type of person. Hey, I mean, I got him to give me his father's valuable baseball collection for one Yankee's card.
I never really had talked to Gordo until our little "Lizzie's Eleven" operation. I got him to yodel in a way for the key to the yearbook room. He and I were buddies as Matt tried to ruin Kate and Ethan's perfect picture. We hung out for awhile, it was all good. I had always thought that Gordo was a cool guy. As the years passed, he became closer and closer to Lizzie, which made me feel like something was missing. I thought for awhile, maybe I'm just jealous because Lizzie has a boyfriend, and I don't. I went out on dates with a few guys that intrigued me, but they were only bumbling idiots. Lizzie and Gordo being together came more frequent, and I felt even emptier than I had before.
"Melina. Melina! Earth to Melina," Taylor said waving her hand in front of my face.
"Huh?"
Taylor then rolled her eyes in aggravation as she realized what I was doing.
"Please don't tell me, you're looking at that senior, again," she yelled as we walked out of the school. "You scare me when you're all obsessive, it's kind of creepy."
"You call it creepy, but it's been a habitual thing since seventh grade," I sneered. "So? He wasn't at the middle school with us. He wasn't there for you to gawk at and get all blank and star struck."
"Just drop it! See you," I shouted as I got on the bus. I almost felt bad at yelling at her, but hey. She called me creepy and obsessive. Maybe I'm obsessive, but I am definitely not creepy.
I looked for a seat on the bus until I saw Matt waving and grinning like an idiot as he was doing so. Since there were no other seats, I figured what the hell and decided to sit with him.
"Hey Melina, how was your first day?"
"Ok, I guess, how was yours?"
"How was mine? Well mine was, fantastic! See, this teacher said I was funny when I started doing my Adam Sandler impressions! She said I have SKILL," he cried cheerfully.
"You? Impersonated Adam Sandler? I don't believe it," I said negatively. There was no way a teacher could call him funny for even attempting to impersonate Adam Sandler.
"You don't believe me! Is that it Melina? Did the penguin tell you to do this?"
"Just because you memorize every line from a movie, doesn't mean you can impersonate Adam Sandler," I snapped.
"Miss Reynolds said I was funny!"
"Miss Reynolds is a lonely 45 year old, who thinks she was once a playboy bunny! She's crazy!"
"She may be crazy, but she knows talent when she sees it," Matt insisted. It kind of irritated me that Matt kept on trying to prove me wrong. In some ways he is kind of like Lizzie.
The bus screeched to a halt and I got off. My house was most likely empty except for Kelly. I walked up the porch stairs and put my key in the door and unlocked it.
"Melina? Is that you?"
"No Kelly, its Jack the Ripper!"
My little sister descended the stairs with great speed. Kelly had just started sixth grade at Hill Ridge. By then Mr. Dig was a full time sixth grade teacher.
"Melina, dad's coming over," Kelly said.
"No, not dad, Frank," I corrected her. The truth of the matter was that a week after Kelly was born, my dad died. Any guy who mom brought home for an extended period of time was her temporary dad to fill her emptiness, just like I had done with dating those guys to fill my emptiness.
"Whatever Melina, I think he's going to propose to mom," she wildly guessed.
"Kel, you say that every time, you're never right," I scolded her as I was getting a Pepsi can out of the fridge.
"Maybe I want a dad, Melina," she yelled.
"We all want things we can't have, life does that to you!"
I threw the soda can down and ran up stairs to my room and slammed the door. I collapsed against the door and started to cry. It killed me inside that my little naïve sister was going through the same emptiness I was. She didn't understand emptiness, hers or mine. I just wish she didn't grow up to be like me.
Chapter Three: Weakness
Disclaimer: Same as always.
Everyone has a weakness. Everyone has one that makes them unique from another. There are people who use people's weaknesses to their advantage. In the Disney movie, Hercules, Hades makes it his life mission to destroy Hercules and gets Meg to help him. It's kind of uncanny that in the end, Hades is destroyed and Meg and Hercules end up happy in the end and all of that mushy shit.
I admit that I find people's weaknesses and use them to my advantage; it's a sick pleasure of mine. Matt's weakness is that if he can't find away to con himself out of doing something, he's screwed over. That's where I come in, I help him get out of whatever it is, but then he's eternally in my debt. He becomes my minion, he helps me and he deals with it, it's how everything works. The predictability is kind of comforting which makes it even more satisfying to find people's weaknesses.
Then, there's Lizzie. What fun it is to find Lizzie's weaknesses because of my deep hatred and resentment towards her. Lizzie yearns for acceptance. She's tried many times and failed so miserably that I laugh at her for being do dumb for even trying in the first place. But that doesn't stop her, her stupidity takes over her brain and she doesn't know when to quit. Finally after failing miserably so many times and me laughing at her pathetic attempts, my laughter stopped. After Kate moved to New York and Claire was out of power, Lizzie took over. She was now the queen bee. Miranda strongly opposed such preppy activity as she went down the Drama nerd path in the twisted roads of high school. Gordo was faithful to his lady, supporting her every step of the way, which makes me want to puke every time I think about them together.
I have my weakness, Gordo. It's quite pathetic how I developed such a complicated obsession with him and have kept it for two years. It's a very hard thing to keep from my friends, especially Matt. I told Lanny about it, but Lanny wouldn't speak a word to it to anyone, he's not like that. When I became friends with Lanny and Matt, I saw Matt was someone who could be competition to me, but I saw Lanny as a genuine human being with a great soul. Lanny was my confident while Matt was my sidekick, lackey type of person. Hey, I mean, I got him to give me his father's valuable baseball collection for one Yankee's card.
I never really had talked to Gordo until our little "Lizzie's Eleven" operation. I got him to yodel in a way for the key to the yearbook room. He and I were buddies as Matt tried to ruin Kate and Ethan's perfect picture. We hung out for awhile, it was all good. I had always thought that Gordo was a cool guy. As the years passed, he became closer and closer to Lizzie, which made me feel like something was missing. I thought for awhile, maybe I'm just jealous because Lizzie has a boyfriend, and I don't. I went out on dates with a few guys that intrigued me, but they were only bumbling idiots. Lizzie and Gordo being together came more frequent, and I felt even emptier than I had before.
"Melina. Melina! Earth to Melina," Taylor said waving her hand in front of my face.
"Huh?"
Taylor then rolled her eyes in aggravation as she realized what I was doing.
"Please don't tell me, you're looking at that senior, again," she yelled as we walked out of the school. "You scare me when you're all obsessive, it's kind of creepy."
"You call it creepy, but it's been a habitual thing since seventh grade," I sneered. "So? He wasn't at the middle school with us. He wasn't there for you to gawk at and get all blank and star struck."
"Just drop it! See you," I shouted as I got on the bus. I almost felt bad at yelling at her, but hey. She called me creepy and obsessive. Maybe I'm obsessive, but I am definitely not creepy.
I looked for a seat on the bus until I saw Matt waving and grinning like an idiot as he was doing so. Since there were no other seats, I figured what the hell and decided to sit with him.
"Hey Melina, how was your first day?"
"Ok, I guess, how was yours?"
"How was mine? Well mine was, fantastic! See, this teacher said I was funny when I started doing my Adam Sandler impressions! She said I have SKILL," he cried cheerfully.
"You? Impersonated Adam Sandler? I don't believe it," I said negatively. There was no way a teacher could call him funny for even attempting to impersonate Adam Sandler.
"You don't believe me! Is that it Melina? Did the penguin tell you to do this?"
"Just because you memorize every line from a movie, doesn't mean you can impersonate Adam Sandler," I snapped.
"Miss Reynolds said I was funny!"
"Miss Reynolds is a lonely 45 year old, who thinks she was once a playboy bunny! She's crazy!"
"She may be crazy, but she knows talent when she sees it," Matt insisted. It kind of irritated me that Matt kept on trying to prove me wrong. In some ways he is kind of like Lizzie.
The bus screeched to a halt and I got off. My house was most likely empty except for Kelly. I walked up the porch stairs and put my key in the door and unlocked it.
"Melina? Is that you?"
"No Kelly, its Jack the Ripper!"
My little sister descended the stairs with great speed. Kelly had just started sixth grade at Hill Ridge. By then Mr. Dig was a full time sixth grade teacher.
"Melina, dad's coming over," Kelly said.
"No, not dad, Frank," I corrected her. The truth of the matter was that a week after Kelly was born, my dad died. Any guy who mom brought home for an extended period of time was her temporary dad to fill her emptiness, just like I had done with dating those guys to fill my emptiness.
"Whatever Melina, I think he's going to propose to mom," she wildly guessed.
"Kel, you say that every time, you're never right," I scolded her as I was getting a Pepsi can out of the fridge.
"Maybe I want a dad, Melina," she yelled.
"We all want things we can't have, life does that to you!"
I threw the soda can down and ran up stairs to my room and slammed the door. I collapsed against the door and started to cry. It killed me inside that my little naïve sister was going through the same emptiness I was. She didn't understand emptiness, hers or mine. I just wish she didn't grow up to be like me.