Annoyed at my size, and blaming the Rabbit I gave him the finger and stormed of into the woods, more accurately into the lawn. Wandering aimlessly I pushed through the grass. Until I smelled a very familiar smell,
"hummm, that's weed." I commented to myself, and began to fallow the trail of smoke. The scent led me to a clearing in the grass (where i ironically found more grass, just of a different kind) There a boy with a mohawk, spiked belt and a Dead Kennedy's patch on his black jean jacket.
"Who are you?" He spat at me.
"Um well I'm... Alice. I suppose." I said unsteadily, he made me nervous. "Yea that's your name, but who are you?"
"Well I don't really know that." He stared at me and took a long toke of his joint. He blew the smoke at me quite skillfully. I breathed in sensually, I had always enjoyed the smell of pot, though I didn't smoke it to regularly.
"How can you not know." I shrugged. "Fine," He said "What do you do?" I thought for a moment then said clearly
"I paint and draw allot, and homework takes up allot of my time, but I don't like to do that, oh and I used to sing in a band but our guitarist, John just moved away, so-"
"Wrong" I cocked my head slightly thinking I had heard him wrong "Wrong?"
"Yes, wrrrong." He said "That's what you do." He snorted a little laugh. "Sing something."
"Um, like what?" I asked.
"I don't know what's a song you like to sing? But not just something you like, something that's good." I stood there thinking a moment then said
"Umm... ok Iv got one." And I started to sing, kind of nervously at first, but then gaining confidence. "If I could make it rain, today, and wash away this sunny day down to the gutter. I would, just to get a change of pace. Things are getting worse but i feel allot better, and that's all that really matter to me. Well Amy hit the Atmosphere, caught herself a rocket ride out of this gutter. And she's never coming back I fear, any time it rains she just feels allot bette-" "STOP!" He shouted, laughing.
"What now?" I demanded.
"Your singing it wrong." I rolled my eyes. "I believe the song your TRYING to sing goes like this" I bit my tongue to keep silent while he proceed to sing. "If I could be alive, today, and wipe away this death I feel, each day and each other. I wouldn't, that's just the way that they feel. For things in the world, they just feel allot better. But they are all the same, not like me." He stopped and took another drag.
"That's not the way I heard it." I said
"AH yes, precisely my point, the way you sang it, that's the way THEY want you to sing it."
"they?" I said, doubting this boy's authority on the subject
"mhm, they." He said
"Who are they?" I snapped back at him.
"WHO ARE THEY!?!?! WHO ARE YOU!?!?!" He screamed dropping his joint.
"Oh please" I said turning and starting to walk off. "The mans out to get you... MONSTER MONSTER." I mumbled to myself, followed by assorted profanities.
"WAIT!" I heard from behind me. "YOU GIRL! WAIT!"
"What now" I thought to myself.
"I HAVE SOMETHING VERY IMPORTANT TO TELL YOU!" The boy said. "Uhhhhh, fine." I stomped back to him. "YES?" I said defiantly. He had light up another joint by this time.
"keep your temper." He said exerting smoke with each word.
"is that all?" I asked infuriated that this boy was still wasting my time. "No." he said. "remember, one side will make you grow taller, the other will make you grow shorter."
"The other side of what?" I asked curiously.
"Of the line."
"The line?"
"Yes." He said
"And witch line is this?" He responded, as if he was annoyed.
"The line between one side and the other, the line that separates you from me, the pot heads from the crack heads, the preps from the ditzes!" He said this with increasing intensity until he finished with "GOD!" And he turn and walked off into the grass. I walked up to the path way, noticing a line at the door from the clearing to wherever he was going, being careful not to cross it. As crazy as the boy was, he had sufficiently scared me. Peaking through the green I saw a mass of boys and girls dressed identical to him, sleeping in a giant spoon, there skin and clothing charred.
"hummm, that's weed." I commented to myself, and began to fallow the trail of smoke. The scent led me to a clearing in the grass (where i ironically found more grass, just of a different kind) There a boy with a mohawk, spiked belt and a Dead Kennedy's patch on his black jean jacket.
"Who are you?" He spat at me.
"Um well I'm... Alice. I suppose." I said unsteadily, he made me nervous. "Yea that's your name, but who are you?"
"Well I don't really know that." He stared at me and took a long toke of his joint. He blew the smoke at me quite skillfully. I breathed in sensually, I had always enjoyed the smell of pot, though I didn't smoke it to regularly.
"How can you not know." I shrugged. "Fine," He said "What do you do?" I thought for a moment then said clearly
"I paint and draw allot, and homework takes up allot of my time, but I don't like to do that, oh and I used to sing in a band but our guitarist, John just moved away, so-"
"Wrong" I cocked my head slightly thinking I had heard him wrong "Wrong?"
"Yes, wrrrong." He said "That's what you do." He snorted a little laugh. "Sing something."
"Um, like what?" I asked.
"I don't know what's a song you like to sing? But not just something you like, something that's good." I stood there thinking a moment then said
"Umm... ok Iv got one." And I started to sing, kind of nervously at first, but then gaining confidence. "If I could make it rain, today, and wash away this sunny day down to the gutter. I would, just to get a change of pace. Things are getting worse but i feel allot better, and that's all that really matter to me. Well Amy hit the Atmosphere, caught herself a rocket ride out of this gutter. And she's never coming back I fear, any time it rains she just feels allot bette-" "STOP!" He shouted, laughing.
"What now?" I demanded.
"Your singing it wrong." I rolled my eyes. "I believe the song your TRYING to sing goes like this" I bit my tongue to keep silent while he proceed to sing. "If I could be alive, today, and wipe away this death I feel, each day and each other. I wouldn't, that's just the way that they feel. For things in the world, they just feel allot better. But they are all the same, not like me." He stopped and took another drag.
"That's not the way I heard it." I said
"AH yes, precisely my point, the way you sang it, that's the way THEY want you to sing it."
"they?" I said, doubting this boy's authority on the subject
"mhm, they." He said
"Who are they?" I snapped back at him.
"WHO ARE THEY!?!?! WHO ARE YOU!?!?!" He screamed dropping his joint.
"Oh please" I said turning and starting to walk off. "The mans out to get you... MONSTER MONSTER." I mumbled to myself, followed by assorted profanities.
"WAIT!" I heard from behind me. "YOU GIRL! WAIT!"
"What now" I thought to myself.
"I HAVE SOMETHING VERY IMPORTANT TO TELL YOU!" The boy said. "Uhhhhh, fine." I stomped back to him. "YES?" I said defiantly. He had light up another joint by this time.
"keep your temper." He said exerting smoke with each word.
"is that all?" I asked infuriated that this boy was still wasting my time. "No." he said. "remember, one side will make you grow taller, the other will make you grow shorter."
"The other side of what?" I asked curiously.
"Of the line."
"The line?"
"Yes." He said
"And witch line is this?" He responded, as if he was annoyed.
"The line between one side and the other, the line that separates you from me, the pot heads from the crack heads, the preps from the ditzes!" He said this with increasing intensity until he finished with "GOD!" And he turn and walked off into the grass. I walked up to the path way, noticing a line at the door from the clearing to wherever he was going, being careful not to cross it. As crazy as the boy was, he had sufficiently scared me. Peaking through the green I saw a mass of boys and girls dressed identical to him, sleeping in a giant spoon, there skin and clothing charred.