xX... Hola! I just decided to write this because everyone is bugging me 'bout Eleni. So... This is a super cool flashback (I hate doing them but now I feel it's necessary). Let's travel back to when our favorite gang of rockers was the in the wee grade that is... 6th. Ahh... I remember... (strums beard thoughtfully)
Eleni Tishman was having the best year of her life. Everything was perfect. She had a tight nit group of friends. A wonderful boy friend, good grades, she was graduating too, to top it off. Her sister could drive and would always take Eleni where she wanted to go. Her ex-best friend Michelle Green had moved to California. Life was perfect. Everything was perfect. I'm perfect, Eleni often thought.
"Leni! Wait up!" Eleni dropped her bag at her locker and looked up. Marta Hale was approaching her. "Leni, whats up?" Marta asked, working her locker.
"The sky," Eleni replied in a jokingly matter-of-factly voice.
"No, shut up, really, how's Freddy treating you?" Marta asked, taking out her math and science notebook and slicking back her poster of her favorite actor: Jack Black and her favorite hottie: Brad Pitt.
"Your cousin is fine," Eleni added, smiling.
"Oh god, he's so hot..." Marta's voice trailed off...she leaned on her locker.
"Who?" Eleni asked, always up for some good gossip.
"Look at 'em, oh..." Marta smiled slightly.
"Oh, just him," Eleni said, disappointment in her voice. Marta was gazing at the poster of Brad Pitt.
They both laughed as they hurried off to class.
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Perfect life... Perfect life... Perfect life...
"Hey YOU! YEAH YOU! You heard me! What's your fucking problem!? You not see the road signs ass hole!"
"Listen, Mister, I'm really sorry, I was speeding a little I'm sorry..."
"Daddy... what's going on?"
"YOU! You little prick in your little Mercedes, you come 'ere!"
"Dad, I'm just gonna walk home, kay?"
"WHAT! You not gonna come out here? Is that it! Do you know who I am!?"
"Honey, no! Don't go out there!"
"So, he sends out the little one?"
"I'm going home!"
"HONEY COME BACK HERE, PLEASE! NOW!"
"I'm sick of you, Dad, of the way you're controlling me. I've got a date and I won't be late!"
"Baby! Please!"
"Nobody upsets a Cormano on his vacation and get's away with it, c'mere little kid. I got some candy-wandy..."
"Please... Jerk off."
"I'm sorry? I didn't quite get that! Repeat it! REPEAT THAT GOD DAMNIT!"
"Why? For you? You bastard, get out of my way."
"Honey, baby, please come back to the car!"
"No one understands me! No one! Not one person! No one, except him! That's why I'm going to his house, and you-daddy and you- jerk off Italian imbecile is gonna stop me"
"I don't like you using the word imbecile or Italian to describe me, now, I have tried coaxing you, it won't do. I'll have to get the job down myself..."
"ELENI! DON'T GO ANY FURTHER! PLEASE!"
BAM...THUD...CRUNCH...
RRRRRRR......
"Eleni, no, sweet sweet Eleni. My baby girl...
My baby girl... My baby girl...My baby girl...
Eleni got amnesia. Her parents were threatened by the Mafia. They moved to England later that year... No one saw Eleni after that night. No one knew where she went until her parents sent a letter to the Principal. Who told the class that Eleni was gone. Forever.
xX... sorry for the weird chapter. It's weird, I know... A shout out to Holly: it's OK that you don't like my stories but do the two words Constructive Criticism mean anything to you? ...xX
Eleni Tishman was having the best year of her life. Everything was perfect. She had a tight nit group of friends. A wonderful boy friend, good grades, she was graduating too, to top it off. Her sister could drive and would always take Eleni where she wanted to go. Her ex-best friend Michelle Green had moved to California. Life was perfect. Everything was perfect. I'm perfect, Eleni often thought.
"Leni! Wait up!" Eleni dropped her bag at her locker and looked up. Marta Hale was approaching her. "Leni, whats up?" Marta asked, working her locker.
"The sky," Eleni replied in a jokingly matter-of-factly voice.
"No, shut up, really, how's Freddy treating you?" Marta asked, taking out her math and science notebook and slicking back her poster of her favorite actor: Jack Black and her favorite hottie: Brad Pitt.
"Your cousin is fine," Eleni added, smiling.
"Oh god, he's so hot..." Marta's voice trailed off...she leaned on her locker.
"Who?" Eleni asked, always up for some good gossip.
"Look at 'em, oh..." Marta smiled slightly.
"Oh, just him," Eleni said, disappointment in her voice. Marta was gazing at the poster of Brad Pitt.
They both laughed as they hurried off to class.
.......................................................
Perfect life... Perfect life... Perfect life...
"Hey YOU! YEAH YOU! You heard me! What's your fucking problem!? You not see the road signs ass hole!"
"Listen, Mister, I'm really sorry, I was speeding a little I'm sorry..."
"Daddy... what's going on?"
"YOU! You little prick in your little Mercedes, you come 'ere!"
"Dad, I'm just gonna walk home, kay?"
"WHAT! You not gonna come out here? Is that it! Do you know who I am!?"
"Honey, no! Don't go out there!"
"So, he sends out the little one?"
"I'm going home!"
"HONEY COME BACK HERE, PLEASE! NOW!"
"I'm sick of you, Dad, of the way you're controlling me. I've got a date and I won't be late!"
"Baby! Please!"
"Nobody upsets a Cormano on his vacation and get's away with it, c'mere little kid. I got some candy-wandy..."
"Please... Jerk off."
"I'm sorry? I didn't quite get that! Repeat it! REPEAT THAT GOD DAMNIT!"
"Why? For you? You bastard, get out of my way."
"Honey, baby, please come back to the car!"
"No one understands me! No one! Not one person! No one, except him! That's why I'm going to his house, and you-daddy and you- jerk off Italian imbecile is gonna stop me"
"I don't like you using the word imbecile or Italian to describe me, now, I have tried coaxing you, it won't do. I'll have to get the job down myself..."
"ELENI! DON'T GO ANY FURTHER! PLEASE!"
BAM...THUD...CRUNCH...
RRRRRRR......
"Eleni, no, sweet sweet Eleni. My baby girl...
My baby girl... My baby girl...My baby girl...
Eleni got amnesia. Her parents were threatened by the Mafia. They moved to England later that year... No one saw Eleni after that night. No one knew where she went until her parents sent a letter to the Principal. Who told the class that Eleni was gone. Forever.
xX... sorry for the weird chapter. It's weird, I know... A shout out to Holly: it's OK that you don't like my stories but do the two words Constructive Criticism mean anything to you? ...xX