Chapter 4 - Out with the Old
Cameron stole his mom's wallet and took off with her ID, getting his friend Heather from the Scotia-Glenville School District and enthused to take out his college fund to visit Kimberly in Daytona. Outside her door, holding some Wild Cinnamon Deep Auburn colored dye.
"Look Heather, you have the facial features of my mom if you just dye your hair a darker brown and put it in a pony-tail like the trailer trash we are," Cameron enforced.
"Babe, you try having your brother go to the Harvey Milk High for gay, bisexual, and transgender," Heather laughed, "and then you can tell me what trash is."
"I thought you were accepting of Andrew? He's what- a senior now?" Cameron questioned.
"If you want to hook up with him then be my guest but I think going to a gay high school makes it easier for him to check out the boys."
"Damn New York, so are you ready? To dye your hair?" Cameron said, waving the bottle of Clairol in his hand.
"With a name like Wild Cinnamon, it makes me kind of hungry for a donut," Heather said sarcastically, waving her rugged hair.
She had her boobs pressed up towards her shoulders and had a T that showed her belly, her pants being tight and kind of slutty. She was a great friend that Cameron grew to become friends with since fourth grade, but since High School they'd only talk to each other in serious moments and hadn't had time to catch up on each other's lives. She went to Scotia-Glenville and he went to Mt. Abraham, so that was a problem.
After simple strokes and a pile of glob on top of Heather's natural brown beauty hair, she saw herself in the mirror as a younger version of his mom except with lice nests -as it looked like - and she screamed when she saw her reflection in the mirror.
Walking out of the bank, they headed down into her car and she drove them to the airport. The car ride was bumpy, but as they reached near their exit to the ramp, Cameron fell in a trance as they entered Route 23. His eyes blanked out and he saw the bodies of the other people and faster the cars began to wreck in a maze of havoc. There was a girl in white, her eyes deep blue but her whole body was smoothed over a sort of beige on her skin. She reached to Cameron and she flew right into his soul when-
"So JFK airport right? Oh, never mind."
Back into reality, Cameron's head flew back against the seat softly. "NOT JFK, that's where Alex had his premonition of a plane exploding. And don't take this ramp I swear to fucking god this is Route 23, the number 23 gives me the fucking creeps." During this conversation, Heather was trying to calm him down between his words.
"First of all, Daytona is in Florida-not Germany. JFK is for international flights you stoner, but I mean I understand what you're going through I guess. With your school blown up, you're probably going to wind up at my school in SG until they rebuild it, though I don't see the point because everyone kind of died," Heather sighed.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? You're just like Zack; he killed everyone that made up Mt. Abraham and loved every damned minute. No compassion, no sincerity or hope or love or light even existed in his conscience. All I know is that Jordan and some other people are alive, but that's just sick. I may not have many friends in that school but to think that I'll never see their growling faces of despair, kind of make me feel like a feather. A feather in the sky that has nothing to do but float, hit rock bottom, and travel some more and has no real destination and just ends up as Dupree."
"So when did you become such a worry-wart over the fact that the people you hate are actually dead. Why aren't you happy?" Heather said, while she turned the car around at a Rest Stop.
"I mean I care for people, but not if they're going to be dicks-you know? But to think that all of these people are gone…where'd they go? Dirt, soil, where? And if I were supposed to die with them, where would I go? Heaven or possibly hell, right? It's just fucking crazy because for some reason I feel like I'm bound to die soon and I have no confidence that my life will continue. I'm here now, yes, but then when I'm gone. My mind and memories and secrets lie in the soil that makes me," Cameron said, swallowing hard.
"Wow, I always read your dark and demented poems and was there when you had that-uh-wrist cutting thing, but you're really nervous. So we're here, the infamous LGA airport, I guess you don't travel by plane very much," Heather said pulling into the huge parking lot of the airport.
"I never been on plane ever before. When I was in the seventh grade, you and me were in Mrs. Abailey's class in English making cut outs on our vocab? That's when we found out Alex got off a plane soon to explode. Ever since then I've been afraid to ride planes. He once told me that 'life is a simple gift that people use to take advantage of'. That stuck with me all the way through Sissy's suicide. It was a fucking gift and she threw it away by taking all one hundred of those Tylenol Extra Strength pills, having over 500, 000 milligrams inside her body. We took her to the hospital, they pumped her stomach but it was already killing her and we were too late to discover the bottle."
LaGuardia National Airport was on the sign and Heather turned off her beat-up rusty car and sat down with the keys removed and placed it into her pocket. "Well, we're kind of here Cameron, you want to go see what time a flight to Daytona is arranged whether it's today or tomorrow or a week from now? I told you we should have called first."
***
Simple steps into the airport, carrying a big suitcase each, and there above them in giant letters was DAYTONA, FLORIDA Flight 230 at 6:50 pm. Cameron looked at his cell phone, it was 6:15.
"Okay Heather, it's time that we go get our tickets the Flight 230 takes off at six fifty and we have to make sure we're on board with our luggage and all that good shit. I hope we have enough money, my mom only put about two thousand in my college fund because she's a dumb hoe."
"Literally, what a dumb hoe," Heather said with a giddy prep tone in her voice, imitating him as well as shaking her head to the left and right. "Cameron, that's about all I have for my whole family's college fund, including Andrew's. Too bad there isn't a gay college yet," she laughed.
"Flight 230, Flight 230," Cameron memorized.
"Wait, I thought you had a fear against the number twenty-three, so what's this all about?"
"SHIT! Fuck you too Heather."
"Hey, I'm trying to be helpful, you want to turn back?"
"No, no I don't," he hesitated. "We can find a way, we'll ride this plane. Superstitions or evil, I'll prove to myself there's nothing to fear. And plus, I was going to die in a school explosion anyway I might as well die on a plane like Alex."
"Um, after that big talk and such-a change of heart? You really do piss me off."
***
The plane took off easily and they were in the air. They would arrive at around ten thirty or so in Daytona (according to the Stuarts).
…more on this chapter later-I thought id give u some of it tho since I kno u all want some of dis!!
Cameron stole his mom's wallet and took off with her ID, getting his friend Heather from the Scotia-Glenville School District and enthused to take out his college fund to visit Kimberly in Daytona. Outside her door, holding some Wild Cinnamon Deep Auburn colored dye.
"Look Heather, you have the facial features of my mom if you just dye your hair a darker brown and put it in a pony-tail like the trailer trash we are," Cameron enforced.
"Babe, you try having your brother go to the Harvey Milk High for gay, bisexual, and transgender," Heather laughed, "and then you can tell me what trash is."
"I thought you were accepting of Andrew? He's what- a senior now?" Cameron questioned.
"If you want to hook up with him then be my guest but I think going to a gay high school makes it easier for him to check out the boys."
"Damn New York, so are you ready? To dye your hair?" Cameron said, waving the bottle of Clairol in his hand.
"With a name like Wild Cinnamon, it makes me kind of hungry for a donut," Heather said sarcastically, waving her rugged hair.
She had her boobs pressed up towards her shoulders and had a T that showed her belly, her pants being tight and kind of slutty. She was a great friend that Cameron grew to become friends with since fourth grade, but since High School they'd only talk to each other in serious moments and hadn't had time to catch up on each other's lives. She went to Scotia-Glenville and he went to Mt. Abraham, so that was a problem.
After simple strokes and a pile of glob on top of Heather's natural brown beauty hair, she saw herself in the mirror as a younger version of his mom except with lice nests -as it looked like - and she screamed when she saw her reflection in the mirror.
Walking out of the bank, they headed down into her car and she drove them to the airport. The car ride was bumpy, but as they reached near their exit to the ramp, Cameron fell in a trance as they entered Route 23. His eyes blanked out and he saw the bodies of the other people and faster the cars began to wreck in a maze of havoc. There was a girl in white, her eyes deep blue but her whole body was smoothed over a sort of beige on her skin. She reached to Cameron and she flew right into his soul when-
"So JFK airport right? Oh, never mind."
Back into reality, Cameron's head flew back against the seat softly. "NOT JFK, that's where Alex had his premonition of a plane exploding. And don't take this ramp I swear to fucking god this is Route 23, the number 23 gives me the fucking creeps." During this conversation, Heather was trying to calm him down between his words.
"First of all, Daytona is in Florida-not Germany. JFK is for international flights you stoner, but I mean I understand what you're going through I guess. With your school blown up, you're probably going to wind up at my school in SG until they rebuild it, though I don't see the point because everyone kind of died," Heather sighed.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? You're just like Zack; he killed everyone that made up Mt. Abraham and loved every damned minute. No compassion, no sincerity or hope or love or light even existed in his conscience. All I know is that Jordan and some other people are alive, but that's just sick. I may not have many friends in that school but to think that I'll never see their growling faces of despair, kind of make me feel like a feather. A feather in the sky that has nothing to do but float, hit rock bottom, and travel some more and has no real destination and just ends up as Dupree."
"So when did you become such a worry-wart over the fact that the people you hate are actually dead. Why aren't you happy?" Heather said, while she turned the car around at a Rest Stop.
"I mean I care for people, but not if they're going to be dicks-you know? But to think that all of these people are gone…where'd they go? Dirt, soil, where? And if I were supposed to die with them, where would I go? Heaven or possibly hell, right? It's just fucking crazy because for some reason I feel like I'm bound to die soon and I have no confidence that my life will continue. I'm here now, yes, but then when I'm gone. My mind and memories and secrets lie in the soil that makes me," Cameron said, swallowing hard.
"Wow, I always read your dark and demented poems and was there when you had that-uh-wrist cutting thing, but you're really nervous. So we're here, the infamous LGA airport, I guess you don't travel by plane very much," Heather said pulling into the huge parking lot of the airport.
"I never been on plane ever before. When I was in the seventh grade, you and me were in Mrs. Abailey's class in English making cut outs on our vocab? That's when we found out Alex got off a plane soon to explode. Ever since then I've been afraid to ride planes. He once told me that 'life is a simple gift that people use to take advantage of'. That stuck with me all the way through Sissy's suicide. It was a fucking gift and she threw it away by taking all one hundred of those Tylenol Extra Strength pills, having over 500, 000 milligrams inside her body. We took her to the hospital, they pumped her stomach but it was already killing her and we were too late to discover the bottle."
LaGuardia National Airport was on the sign and Heather turned off her beat-up rusty car and sat down with the keys removed and placed it into her pocket. "Well, we're kind of here Cameron, you want to go see what time a flight to Daytona is arranged whether it's today or tomorrow or a week from now? I told you we should have called first."
***
Simple steps into the airport, carrying a big suitcase each, and there above them in giant letters was DAYTONA, FLORIDA Flight 230 at 6:50 pm. Cameron looked at his cell phone, it was 6:15.
"Okay Heather, it's time that we go get our tickets the Flight 230 takes off at six fifty and we have to make sure we're on board with our luggage and all that good shit. I hope we have enough money, my mom only put about two thousand in my college fund because she's a dumb hoe."
"Literally, what a dumb hoe," Heather said with a giddy prep tone in her voice, imitating him as well as shaking her head to the left and right. "Cameron, that's about all I have for my whole family's college fund, including Andrew's. Too bad there isn't a gay college yet," she laughed.
"Flight 230, Flight 230," Cameron memorized.
"Wait, I thought you had a fear against the number twenty-three, so what's this all about?"
"SHIT! Fuck you too Heather."
"Hey, I'm trying to be helpful, you want to turn back?"
"No, no I don't," he hesitated. "We can find a way, we'll ride this plane. Superstitions or evil, I'll prove to myself there's nothing to fear. And plus, I was going to die in a school explosion anyway I might as well die on a plane like Alex."
"Um, after that big talk and such-a change of heart? You really do piss me off."
***
The plane took off easily and they were in the air. They would arrive at around ten thirty or so in Daytona (according to the Stuarts).
…more on this chapter later-I thought id give u some of it tho since I kno u all want some of dis!!