I do not own "Wheels Of Confusion" by Black Sabbath.
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This is going to be from Tuyet's POV as she writes or records for a bit. So, that is something I don't really do. Not used to the style. I'll start narrating as the interactions become the main focus, right now she is just getting some ideas about herself and Dina, filling in some info on other townsfolk and some background as she knows it. This diary way of doing things was a good way to play with that style and get the stuff over with.
Aiming for regular narration next chapter but I have been busy this past few weeks and my brain has been on low battery when I get a chance to write.
It will also be fun moving this from Microsoft Word to Literorica. I'll play with uploading text next time.
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Tuyet here again.
So, I left off yesterday, which was Monday, around late. Not sure, wasn't watching clock.
Sunset was happening.
In between watching Dina move in and admiring the yard, that was all I knew.
As part of my punishment for fighting at school, I will be working the late shift. I don't mind. It is mostly cake work and Mom does need sleep. Stocking shelves is riveting!
Legally, I cannot sell alcohol but luckily Creepy Pete is twenty and one.
I have no idea where the poor guy got the nickname, he has always been appropriate when I have been around. Then again, looking like you find your dates at the cemetery and sacrifice virgins may be considered creepy.
We have interests that make conversation easy. Music, paranormal stuff, guns and knives and the like.
Luckily last night was slow, painfully so, and none of the drunks or Marines on leave came in.
We don't actually have a bar in town. Jen's stays open later. Myrtles has a small bar that is open all night, mostly for guests but she makes exceptions for our service men and women. Mostly it is up to us to supply them with beer, wine, really whatever they like along with Owen and his gas station.
Pete was unusually quiet last night. His face in his phone. Grinning slightly. I think he was blushing.
He had been gone over the weekend. Went off to a concert, some obscure metal band even I haven't heard of. I think he knows the bassist.
I now have a plain CD reading Unholy Union on the front in black Sharpie and the songs written out in red. Names around the edge, so it might be considered autographed.
The album cover is a photo of a squirrel that Pete and I had come across on a rare morning jog. I know, I know, I said I used the treadmill, but when spending time with friends is important... you make changes to your habits.
So, the squirrel was half flat, and his little acorns just within reach of his paws... hands?
I really need to figure out what a squirrels nut grabbers are called.
Anyway, someone had made quick use of Photoshop and added "Aaaw Nuts!" to the bottom of the picture and the band name on the yellow divider line in the middle.
There was no back cover and no lyrics, so if I happen to lose the case, no real loss, except I like the so called cover.
Last night was boring.
Today is five in the morning.
Back in my room.
Sitting at my desk, staring out the window admiring the shadows of all the bushes and trees against the fence. Well they are not really shadows, some light from somewhere gives them some muted detail.
I like how it is creepy!
Okay, to be fair, this may also be a reason why I am not so popular.
I saw pictures of Mom and Dad when they were kids, teens really, and they were goth, punk, somewhere in there. Mom still has the punky style, Dad never grew out of the goth-metal thing he had going on. I guess this is where I got it from.
Neither of them, from what I have learned, were model pupils at Saint Mary Josephine's Orphanage.
This is where they had met.
Dad was named Anthony, like seven other boys, at the time. As soon as he was eighteen he legally changed his name to David, after the statue that Sister Angela loathed so much, and chose Cinders as his last name.
Mom didn't change a thing.
Because of how the sisters at SMJ treated the kids, they had both lost any idea of faith.
Naturally we don't go to church.
I just heard something! Like a loud slap!
Now there is yelling! I can't quite make it out but both are female and I am pretty certain that one is Dina.
It's almost like how people in television shows argue in the closet, trying to keep it hushed, but people know they are fighting... huh?
It got quiet.
So it has been a few minutes and Dina has climbed out of her bedroom window. Figures, she has the room right across from mine.
Oh joy.
She is sitting on the roof. This is as girly as I have seen her look, her being dressed in a flannel bed gown. It is open, I can see a belly top and spandex shorts. The light from the sun is coming over the roof and is illuminating her. She looks kind of sad and she is chewing her granola bar like she is hurt.
I wonder what had happened.
She probably deserved it. Whatever it was.
Her dad just rushed out. He almost hit Joey, the paper boy, and he has the nerve to tell Joey off. I can see where she gets her attitude.
There goes her mom and little brother.
So it has been thirty minutes and Dina hasn't moved. Much. She did grab something from just inside her window. A notebook. She's been writing for some time now. She's going to be late for school if she doesn't hurry. I guess she got the same idea, she just slipped in through the window.
That gown is short! Those shorts are like a second skin...
I could never be brave enough to try and pull that look off. Too damn bony!
I need more coffee.
So school is over.
Two thirty! Whoop.
Dina won't be back for a while.
She has practice today. I know this because I like to know when I can walk home or take the bus. Though I usually take the bus, I just like my options open.
Mom has been telling me to get some air. I told her I've got the window open, so now she's saying I need sun.
If I am in the gazebo, or under one of the trees, am I still getting sun? Diary, I think I found a loophole!
An odd thought just occurred to me... I now wish I would have snuck over the fence when Dina's house was vacant to use the pool. I have several swimsuits I haven't used.
I wear this dark blue one piece when at the public pool. The material is thick and hides what I don't have, like breasts, and covers all the other stuff without outlining it.
The others are too embarrassing.
One is practically indecent! Basically dental floss with a handkerchief for a bottom and the top is dental floss with a cloth napkin cut in half.
Mom knows how to bring the embarrassment factor.
I still remember what she said when she held it up. "Now you can get a boyfriend!" With all the joy of having a good idea when she said it.
Sometimes I wish she didn't know my clothes size.
Boys. Anna had always talked about them. Marissa likes to point them out and ask my opinions. I really just want to focus on school, besides, none of the boys here have anything I like. If they do, they'll just be gone in a few years. Like Jordan... wait!
No, Jordan was a tomboy.
She was in school a total of three months my freshman year. For most of that I had thought she was a boy, she hung out with them after all, and she was dating Vivian Rodgers for at least two of those three months. I know this because I saw them making out regularly.
