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Bowling: The Sport of the Broken Hearted.
Unfortunate Events.
Chapter ?
Ginny by nature loved drama. How much would come to forever haunt Finn until the end of time.
The kindergarten class of Mrs. Mullins was putting on a play to shamelessly exploit parents for money to see their little darlings dressed in duck costumes that had already cost them 100 bucks to rent and wouldn't you know donations were graciously accepted on top of the ticket price.
Ginny had been barred from auditioning.
Odd since her family was old money, but Mrs. Mullins gross bias toward the girl seemed to even outweigh all the money she could make off her, which lets face it, was not totally unreasonable. Ginny had been hurt at first but had quickly gotten over that and had started planning revenge of the Ginny kind. The play that was being performed was the Ugly Duckling and had been reworked to include no less then 15 musical numbers. One for each child to perform to the adoration of their parents, siblings, neighbors etc. Ginny was given the important task of opening and closing the curtain.
I'm sure that if Gwen had been talking to this part of her family, she would have been perfectly outraged.
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Mac secretly loved shoes. As soon as she had hit the age of 13 they had become the thing she had dreamingly talked about opposed to the boys like the other girls. It was a love that had lasted right through her teens and early twenties and the reason why Mac at the moment was late. She couldn't decide between the dignified black with straps or the blue pumps. Both would look so pretty on her feet. But was the blue a little too wild for the evening? Probably better to be safe and go with the black. But they might make her look like she was trying too hard to be older. This is ridiculous Mac scolded inside her head, there shoes, chose a damn one and go. The real goal was to make sure Earnest didn't say or do anything stupid-not to look cute. Mac looked at the two pairs of heels on the bed with that last thought repeating again and again like the annoying beep of an alarm clock in her head. She tossed the heels back into her closet mournfully and slammed the door shut. Yes she had to be practical. There was no way in hell Earnest would stop talking unless he was in pain. Pain from a broken toe for example.
She headed toward the kitchen and opened the oven door. Waves of shoes fell to the floor in a multitude of colors and styles. Mac's oven was the home to her forsaken shoes, just as the oven itself was forsaken. But occasionally one sprang freedom, like if there was a costume party or something. Tonight it was the shoes that had the heels made of metal.
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Ginny had always been a whiz when it came to computers, a fact that she kept hidden from family and friends. It was easier to hack into things when your parents only thought you could access things like Happy Play Time With Friends or the Back-Street Boy interactive CD-ROM and therefore it was completely safe to leave her unsupervised at the computer.
It wasn't.
Not at all.
Not a bit (ha, get it?)
As soon as her mother exited the room, Ginny ended her game of Dance Step 101: How to groove like the Back-street Boys and brought up something much less innocent.
Welcome to internet banking. Please fill in your name, account number and password!
Cecilia Mullins
Bank number: 438575494504
Password:
Processing
Processing
Processing
Welcome Cecilia! please choose the transaction you would like to make.
Ginny smiled in satisfaction as she slipped a certain teachers bank card into her pocket. It was always so much more practical to kill two birds with one stone.
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Mac arrived home later that night wincing. Though effective at shutting Earnest up, they were bruising her in-step. Happily, she slipped them off and headed to her little kitchen area. She had to admit she was on a little bit of a high. The evening could not have gone better in securing more support for Earnest. Sighing in contentment, she grabbed ice cream with one hand and dramatically wrenched open her oven door with the other one. The forsaken shoes seemed to have sensed her presence and had spilled forth from their non-burning inferno prison in a bid for freedom.
"Bugger it all."
"Why do you keep all your shoes in the oven?" Mac yelped as though pinched and turned toward the voice.
"Who's there?" shouted Mac as she grabbed a lime green flip-flop and held it in front of her like it was a gun or a baseball bat or the steak knives in the draw right beside her, basically like something harder then a sponge. It didn't help when the flip flop flopped back and foreword like a sea-saw with two evenly weighed children at the ends. One would have thought that it would be made of tougher stuff after being locked inhumanly in an oven for over a year but apparently not…
"Miss. Thomas put the shoe down."
"Mrs. Lyon?"
"The one and only." The lights turned on in the living room and there sat Samantha in one of Mac's chairs smiling in self satisfaction. "I have to say they are ugly enough to burn."
"Would you like some tea Mrs. Lyon?" calmly asked Mac lowering her "weapon."
"That would be lovely."
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I am all alone in my ugliness
I AM ALL ALONE IN MY PAIN!
Finn closed her eyes and dreamed of ear plugs. This had to be the absolute worst part of the many worst things that came with having a little sister more then 10 years your junior.
I AM COMPLETELY GOING INSANE!
Honey you have no idea.
BEAUTY IS THE BANE---OF MY EXISTENCE.
The music stopped and it seemed as though the song had ended.
OF MY EXISTENCE!
Overachieving little puke kid, I hate you.
Thankfully, at this part the curtain closed dramatically (and in that way Ginny may have had the most important job of all) and the audience was given some relief. "I think I need to get some air," Finn said to Atticus. He couldn't hear her though. He had been smart enough to bring ear plugs. "ADDIE!" yelled Finn smacking the back of her brother's head.
"OW! What Finn?" He took one of the earplugs out.
"I'm getting some air would you like to come along?"
"Sure."
"How much longer is this thing anyway?" Finn asked following her brother out one of the exits. The air was cool and the sky was completely clear of any clouds, which meant the stars shine was particularly noticeable.
"Do you know female sharks eat their young," was Atticus's answer.
"That long?"
"Oh yah." The two looked up at the sky in silence. Blessed silence.
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Mrs. Cecilia Mullins could not understand it. Not only was Ginny Thomas behaving, she was doing it in a sane manner. There had been no dramatic monologues, there had been no weird beliefs expressed about rotting corpses, there had not even been grumbles about being cut from the play. Quite frankly it was damn creepy. Creepier even then Ginny's normal behavior. Now, Mrs. Cecilia Mullins always considered herself a brave woman (a very unfortunate belief that had landed her with Ginny in the first place) and she would not let this get to her. No, this was something she had wished for, prayed for, hell begged for. And she was going to enjoy it, not be suspicious to the point of paranoia. With a new determined smile on her face Mrs. Cecilia Mullins went to congratulate her little actors on a job well done.
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Ginny smiled in satisfaction. Everything was set up as it should be.
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"Gwen's done what!"
"You, your Mother and your Uncle have been ordered to be destroyed."
"THEY'RE GOING TO ASSASSINATE US?"
"Not quite. Much to messy. Chance of a prison sentence you see. No, they'll merely strip you of everything you own until the day you die. Apartments, bank accounts, jobs, your shoes."
"Huh," was all Mac could think to say.
"Food, your dog, your fish etc. But don't worry Miss. Thomas. It's during these times that you make use of those connections you have. And you have the best one of all Miss. Thomas. You have me to help you crush them." To emphasis her point Samantha took her cigarette and twisted the butt into the side table. "Soon you will learn the joy of character assassination, destruction of livelihoods and your enemy begging at your door for a scrap of week old bread crusts!" Samantha cackled lighting a new cigarette. "You know Michaela the problem with succeeding in making everyone fear you is that no one then ever tries to screw with you. I look foreword to getting back in the ring, so to speak. "
"Oh dear," was all Mac could think to say.
"Now, you phone that Stepmother of yours and tell her she has my help. I need to go talk to your Superintendent. He seems to think I can't enter here when I wish!" In Samantha style the old dame got up from her seat and headed out the door. Mac sprinted to the phone.
"SPARROW!
"MAC!"
"WE HAVE A PROBLEM," they both yelled at the same time.
"YOUR MOTHER IS TRYING TO WIPE US OUT OF EXISTENCE."
"BOTH YOUR SISTERS ARE GOING TO HAVE TO BE COMMITTED."
"WHAT?" they cried mimicking each other.
"What did Ginny do this time?"
"What is my mother trying to pull THIS TIME?"
"Don't worry too much about that right now. Samantha's taking care of it." Mac paused for a second. "Actually, that's not a good thing. Samantha I think may actually be planning on killing someone."
"Huh," was all Sparrow said in response.
"Huh," was all Mac replied.
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Ginny knew she was in big trouble this time. But who would have thought hiring an exorcist over the net using your teachers bank card and then having said exorcist come to your school play to perform an exorcism on your sister during the grand finale of a play you imposed on the audience when you locked your entire class including teachers in the make-up room during the intermission would get you into so much trouble? Come on, The Ugly Duckling? Boring. Exorcisms? Fun. And beneficial. She really wished people would appreciate the fact that Finn was no longer possessed by the devil. But no, they just kept going on about Mrs. Mullins apparent mental breakdown. And Finn trying to kill her with the cross the Exorcist had used. By the way Finn stole that cross. What do you think God was going to be more miffed about? What Ginny did or that Finn had stolen a cross the Exorcist guy used to save people's souls?
"Ginny," said Charlie's voice interrupting his youngest musings. "Your mother and I think it may be best if you went to visit your sister for a little while. Just until we can figure out a way to make people not press charges. Or have you committed."
"You think it might be easier if they actually didn't see me for a little while?"
"Yes."
"Do you want me gone too?"
"No." Ginny smiled. She was still loved and would be missed even if her parents wanted to strangle her right at the moment.
"When do I leave?"
"Your mothers on the phone right now with your sister."
"Dad."
"Yes Ginny."
"I love you"
"Your Mother and I do too," said Charlie hugging Ginny, "even though you take after your mother and grandmother a little more then may be healthy."
Alright, I hate writers block. I am rushing this one a little people. Expect I didn't really since I haven't updated for months. I'm going to bed.
Lisa: SORRY! I grovel at your feet. Charlie was on the couch because he didn't want to disrupt Sparrow while she slept. And he's scared of her.
Stargirlie: Thanks for the review even though I left you hanging there for a LONG time. Sorry about that. Your reviews are really appreciated.
NEXT TIME (and I've already started writing it!)
Ginny meets Earnest and Samantha Lyon.
Sparrow has a little talk with her mother.