"Hi Lisa." Daisy Randone says as she walks down the hall toward Lisa and Jamie. Daisy was an odd one. Lisa has watched her carefully and noticed small strange things. Daisy never eats in front of people, and she never eats anything but her father's chicken. She also has her daddy pay extra for a single room. Daisy is a laxative addict so, now that she has been cut off, it is very difficult for her to relieve herself. As Daisy approached Jamie stiffened. She couldn't stand Daisy because she always walked around like she was better. Her room was really a house and she was forced to hang out with friends she didn't want.
"Hey Daisy, how's it goin'?" Lisa slouched back into her chair. Daisy and Lisa weren't particularly friends, but they could tolerate each other. Lisa knew exactly what Daisy wanted.
"Fine, Lisa..umm," she lowers her voice and leans close to Lisa so the nurses won't see what she is saying, "Do you have any Colace?" Lisa smiles.
"Why of course Daisy. I wouldn't let a buddy down. Unless that buddy doesn't have any Valium?"
"I've got it!" They make the swap. Daisy gets her laxatives and Lisa gets her high. Jamie frowns as Daisy walks down the hall to greet her daddy. They hug and he hands her a chicken wrapped in foil. Daisy invites him into her room.
"I can't stand that housemaid tramp," Jamie vented, "she walks around like no one knows. Like she's Mrs. freakin' Randone."
"Yes, but the fact of the matter is...everyone knows. Everyone knows that Daisy has tasted more than Daddy's chicken."
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"Susanna WHAT?" He cried. Susanna waited outside Principal Lone's office. He had called both her mother and father and was now probably sharing stories of the numerous boys she had been caught with in the storage room. Even the bathroom once. Susanna knew that after today she would be watched extra carefully. Her mom would probably blame herself and her dad would swap between scolding her and comforting her mom. Typical.
Later that day some friends came over. They weren't Susanna's friends. Just friends of the family that Susanna had to pretend to like. Susanna went around meeting with people here and there. She couldn't remember names. She didn't try.
After making an appearance Susanna was about to head upstairs when she saw him. A man in the corner eyeing her. He was maybe in his early 30's. Susanna knew him as the professor. The professor held up a small note and stuck it into Susanna's jacket on the coat rack, which he was standing near. Susanna nodded quickly, then headed upstairs.
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Lisa saw Torch sitting on the couch that faced the TV. She looked so peaceful and calm. Lisa looked at Jamie. Jamie grinned.
"You know, I never did like her," Lisa says with a grin, "She's just so damn babyish"
"You can fix that can't you?" Jamie said teasingly. It almost sounded like a dare.
"You have no idea..." Lisa walked to Polly and plopped down beside her
Polly "Torch" Clark's Profile:
When told she could no longer keep her dog, due to a dangerous rash that covered half her body, a 10 year old Polly picked up a can of gasoline and poured it all over the rash. She then lit a match and stuck it against herself. Her screams alerted her mother who saved Polly from further damage. Since that day Polly has not shown signs of maturity. She also has frequent flashbacks of the incident and often worries that her mother is disgraced by her terrible appearance. Very sensitive to her looks.
"Hey Torch" Lisa smiles looking up at Polly, who is looking intently at the TV, which is turned off. "So umm, how did you get those welts all over your face anyway?" Polly stares at the TV, not saying a word. "You know I heard that you burned yourself over a stupid mutt and that your mom had to save your ass." Polly's eyes close. "Man, If I was your mother, I wouldn't want a burned dumbass for a kid. Hell, I would have let you scream and scream until you burned into ash." Tears began to roll silently down Polly's face. "Then again, I guess your mom didn't want to have to clean your mess up so instead she sent you here. Mainly because she doesn't want to look at you. No one wants to look at you, Torch." Jamie smiles with admiration. "You're a freakin' Freddy Krueger. People have nightmares about you. You and your disgusting face. No one wants to look at you, that's why your here, Torch"
"Auugh!" Polly cries out. Tears are pouring from her tender eyes. She clutches her face in horror. "MY MOMMY DOESN'T WANT ME! NO ONE WANTS ME! MY FACE!" Lisa laughs as Valerie and two other nurses rush in.
"What the hell is going on Lisa?" Valerie yells over Polly's cries. Polly flings herself onto the floor and begins to scratch at her face. " My face! My face!" Blood pours down her scratch and tear-stained face as the two nurses struggle to restrain her. After ten minutes of crying, blood, and struggling, Polly is put in a holding room with large mittens on her hands.
Valerie advances on Lisa. "This shit WILL stop!"
"Sure Val, whatever you say, man." Lisa grins and stretches out on the couch.
"You know what? Gretta!" A nurse with a syringe walks in, along with two male nurses.
"No! Val. Please! No!" Lisa yells as the men take hold of her and Gretta puntures her with the needle. "Nooo!"
Her cries faded as she was carried away. Through this entire fiasco, Jamie grinned from ear to ear with pleasure.