Daddy Please 10

I’ve always wanted to do something totally stupid and illegal. Really, I mean, being the good girl for years and years can get SUPER boring. Always following all the bogus rules, and never getting a bad mark on my permanent record. Some might say I used to be a “goody- two -shoes.” but really, I wasn’t, I just wanted to have a future. Get good grades, go to college, have a nice car, things like that. I still make Pretty good grades, but not my used to be 4.0.

So anyway, back to the illegal thing. I really, really wanted to just blow up someone mailbox or something. You know, like a normal teenager. Normal teenagers do blow up peoples mail boxes right? So, I decided I was going to blow up my own mailbox. HAHA. Won’t that be a hoot. Dad comes home, the mailbox is blowing up. Yea, he’ll be pissed, but who cares. Not me. What about all those kids parents he killed, you think they were pissed? I’d say so.

Okay, I was going to blow up my own mailbox, but there was one tiny glitch. What do you blow mailboxes up with? Dynamite? Firecrackers? Maybe I can just light some paper on fire in it, and it will burn up. Damn, my plan is NOT working the way I thought it would. I decided I would get some firecrackers. Where to get firecrackers?

My room. Duh. Me and Harlem used to love setting off firecrackers in the middle of the night, waking people. That was one of few rules I DID break. I ran up to my room, and decided while I was there to change. I kept my hair in a bun, and put on some jeans, and a plain black v-cut tee. I slipped on some black flops, grabbed the firecrackers and a lighter, then bounded down the steps.

I still had Portyx with me, so I sat him down outside, so focused on my plan, I didn’t really care if he stayed or went. TIMING. That’s was the key to the triumph of my brilliant plan. If anyone saw me blowing up my own mailbox, they might freak and call the cops on the crazy neighbor girl. I had to do this at the EXACT right moment.

I looked around me, and not seeing anyone, stuffed at least 20 firecrackers inside my cat shaped mailbox. Yea, I kind of felt guilty cause it was kind of like I was blowing up a cat. But it wasn’t a REAL cat. I took my lighter, and carefully caught one end of the firecracker on fire, and it spread through the rest of them. Then I ran. As I was running I heard the crackling and snapping of the firecracker inside my mailbox, but I didn’t once look back, just kept running until I was at least three fourths of a mile away.

I was exhilarated!! I know it wasn’t some huge crime that could get me put in Juvie or anything, but it was a risk I would have never taken before. Well, except for beating Brian up yesterday. THAT gives people adrenaline rushes. It was LOUD too, so there was bound to be neighbors outside, irate at the noise, and baffled at where it had come from. Then, they’d see the smoke, if there was any, coming from Mrs. Whiskers, and most likely call the police.

I jumped at the pressure on my lower leg, then glanced down to find that Portyx had followed me clear here. “Hi there.” I said, and bent down to pet him. I started walking, and of course, Portyx followed me everywhere I went. I walked down the street, examining every different type of person there was. Freaks, country folk, city slickers, they were all here. Even some Hobo’s. You wouldn’t think in a little city like Jaylop county there’d be much variety of people, but there was. And I liked it. Nobody stuck out like a sore thumb, and everyone was accepted one way or another. If you actually let yourself be accepted. Some people didn’t though, like me.

Anyway, as I was looking hard at all these people , I thought about my dad. The way he used to be. The way he used to love me, care for me , and was a great father figure I could look up to and appreciate. And the way happiness use to radiate from his dull blue eyes, that were so much like mine.

Then I thought of now, and couldn’t hold back the tears that fell from my eyes like rain. I sat in the grass of the courtyard and cried, Portyx my only comfort. Everybody walked on there way, not paying attention to my pathetic sobs, and the midnight black cat.

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A little while later I went home, only to find an empty house. Since the house was basically always empty I had no worries. Except for my make-up session of *lest go serial killing tonight* Damn, I had forgotten all about that until now. It was 6 now. What to do until then??? Huh… I wish Nell would come over. He’s so funny, and always would cheer me up if my spirits weren’t to great at the time. He was also very fun to look at. The expressions he made, when he was telling a story. Or just plain out his face. Gorgeous. Not only that, but his personality was one of the best I’d ever encountered. Nice, funny, mysterious at time, and smart. Why couldn’t there be more guys like him? Uh…perfect. I flopped back onto my bed, closed my bed, and imagined myself and Nell making out.

My eyes popped open. No. No way. I can not let anybody get close to me. It’s to dangerous. Next time Nell asks me out, IF he asks me out, I’ll have to turn him down. On the other hand, he does look like he could hold hid own …with that body and all.. I don’t even know if I could resist going out with Nell again if he asked me! It would be one of the hardest challenges of my life. Okay, maybe not my life, but it would be difficult!

By time I took a shower, got dressed in sweats, and straightened my hair, it was 7:30. Three and a half more hours of nothing to do. I could watch T.V, but I really don’t want to get any dumber by watching that mind numbing crap. I could listen to music, but then what if the phone rings, or someone knocks on the door? Will I be able to hear it? Uh-Uh. And if it’s Nell, I’d be gunormously pissed. So I just sat on my bed and thought.

Until the door bell really did ring!