I don't own Ginger snaps, or the characters, or any of the song quotes I use in this story, the only characters I own are Sasha and her family members, so please don't sue me.
"Here I am expecting just a little bit
Too much from the wounded
But I see,
See through it all,
See through,
And see you."- 3 libras (A perfect circle)
She was lucky it was a weekend. The library would be open, that was the smart thing to do she thought to herself. Sure she could attempt to talk to the people who were at the party, but what really were the chances of them giving her the time of day? She wasn't like them, and the idea of walking up to Jason McCarty and saying. "Hey I heard you screwed Ginger Fitzs, and now she's missing, just what do you know?" Didn't really seem to appealing. Not only would he and his friends think she was a total loser, but she was more then sure the police had already talked to anyone who was involved with the disappearance. She walked slowly down the street as wind blew through her long black hair, which was tied back. She didn't look around to much, thou the moon light lit her way fine till she made the small walk of three blocks easily, with no one so much as looking at her. Which was fine for her, after all she didn't really treasure the idea of seeing anyone from school. No there was only one person, who's face she wished she could just see and even if she could she'd be completely dumbfounded as of what to say to her. It would have been so easy had she been a boy. Many nights she had almost willed it. Not that she wanted to really be a man, she liked being a girl, liked it very much, her long hair, her luscious lips. But if she was a man, it would be normal.
If she had been a guy asking Ginger out would have been okay, sure she may have gotten turned down, but at least she could have, had the chance. True she could have made her feelings public for the redhead when she was there right in front of her, but just being in the same room, nearly strained her of being able to do anything at all, other then stare like some lunatic, who had just met there favorite celebrity. Besides, she was more then sure that Ginger didn't swing that way, and more importantly she didn't want to truly either...she didn't like all girls...just Ginger. She walked into the Bailey Downs public library quietly. The old woman who sat behind the desk was reading something as she listened to the classical station on her radio on her red, oak desk, she paused for a moment and pushed her coke bottle glasses up staring at Sasha only for a moment as she entered, then taking them off the bridge of her nose, she hoisted herself with what seemed to be the little strength she had in her frail, form, and rose to her feet.
"What can I do for you young lady?"
She asked, the woman seemed warm and kind, she made Sasha smile, she thought for a moment to herself quietly, yes what can she do for me, she couldn't very well just come out and tell the lady she was hoping to find two missing girls, that the police couldn't even fine...so...what...what could she do for her? A pleasant smile wrapped across Sasha's face. A school project, yes that was it, she was doing one on the recent disappearances, she'd need all they had, that would work. She smiled brightly at the old woman, she kinda reminded Sasha of the kind of lady you'd see feeding ducks at the park with her grand kids on the weekends.
"Umm yes, I was actually hoping you could help me, I am doing a social science project, about the recent disappearances and how they are affecting the town, I was wondering if it was possible for you to give me any newspaper articles that you had on them."
The old woman smiled.
"Oh why yes dear that I can surly do for you, you wouldn't happen to be working in a group, would you, now?"
She asked walking back to the microfilm section, with there machines set up. Sasha shook her head, the Bailey Down's library was one of the town's oldest structures, and it was more then showing it, it's walls were slightly cracked and the ceiling in some places looked as thou it would give in any day. Yet it seemed to last year after year, without little or any more weather damage to it. She still wished someone would at least have the decency to give it a new coat of paint sometime soon, the ugly brow color was really making the walls look like something highly unpleasant.
"No. I am not, why would you ask, if I may."
She asked with sugary sweetness.
"Oh well no matter, maybe that young fella is doing the same project them I hope that won't get you two into no trouble, he made such a fuss, not quiet, or anything just kept demanding all we had on file."
She said handing the microfilm to Sasha, who in turn sat down in front of the machine and started to load the stream in.
"Young fella?"
She asked, having no clue whom she was talking about at all.
"Oh yes that McCarty boy is getting so rude lately, boy I suppose boys will be boys, in my day no one would have spoken to there elders like that, you know we were much more prim and proper, none of this cursing and ordering people around."
Sasha just cocked her head to the side a bit confused. Jason was looking at the files on people who disappeared? Why? What the hell was going on? Why the hell did he care? Okay granted him and Ginger had a fling, and she did use the word flight lightly. But Ginger didn't even seem to give a rats ass about him. She was all over him one day and then it seemed like she didn't even want to be around him the next. He didn't seem to care then, so why all of a sudden a recent an inquiry?
"I am sorry about that."
Sasha said having no real clue what else to say to the elder woman.
"Yes well dear, as stated I am sure boys will be boys, I am going to have some tea, would you like some, it's kind of comforting to have someone here later at night, it's to quiet and musty here for an old woman like me to be alone, and that blasted radio goes in and out."
She said with a warm smile.
Sasha shook her head no.
"No that's alright, thank you very much thou."
The woman nodded.
"Okay then, I'll just be over that way if you need anything else, like some copies or anything, you just give a holler."
She said and left, almost instantly Sasha saw something to catch her attention, in the photo of the most recent missing boy he was standing next to a truck, a truck for a local greenhouse. That must have been where the greenhouse bash was held she thought silently to herself. Well that was good, and it wasn't very far away at all. She could walk there tonight, as long as she got going pretty soon. She took the slide out right away, after noting the boys name. Sam something or other, and asked the nice elderly woman to make a copy of the paper for her, which she happily did.
"Alright dear, I hope this helps you."
She said with a light wave.
Sasha smiled at her as she put the paper into her pocket.
"Yeah me too."
She said quietly.
"Okay so I got a place to go, great going Nancy Drew and just what do I hope to accomplish once I get to this greenhouse you ask. I have no fucking clue."
She said to herself, as she started walking towards the greenhouse.
