One week and two days since last entry, diary. SUNDAY.
My past week has been... tough. Mom has been coerced into staying in Chicago a bit longer. Okay, so some things she did back when she was a kid were much more surprising than I had known.
That mug shot, where she beat up that girl, wasn't the only one she had. Just the first.
Turns out that Mom ran around with some real punks, more like, thugs.
I am glad I put a lock on you. If anyone asks, she's helping Chien's aging grandmother.
To think my mother and father could run with a bonafied gang. Not to mention some of the names she dropped when telling me about it.
I have seen a few of these people on the news. Some got their act together, it seems, but Frankie Fatone, or something, just got the chair!
He was some sort of cleaner or mechanic. I wonder what he could have done to get fried?
Anyway, back to Mom. She helped hold up a few stores! Apparently a friend of theirs needed cash... orphans are notoriously poor... and chores at the orphanage didn't pay. Couple that with some other friends just being, well, criminal types.
You think you know your parents. Dad wasn't involved in this! But to think my mother, so polite and well behaved... WOW!
Anyway, some guy sold Mom and a few others out for a lesser sentence on a different charge on account someone died during one of the robberies, supposedly part of that spree Mom was in.
There is no statute of limitations on murder. The coppers saw my mother, nabbed her off the street.
I plan to send care packages. Forward them to Chien, then he can send them to Mom. No need to get the locals in a stir. Not over this anyway.
Especially with the neighborhood busy body stepping up her snooping. She was in the garbage last pickup day. Rooting through the recyclables. Remind me to shred my mail from now on.
Dina has been good. Really good!
We have nightly talks. I get a little show. Show off a bit myself.
Sucks having to take it easy!
Oooh man! Should have seen her in the spandex shorts she bought. It was like a second skin and the damp spot that formed when I told her what I wanted her to do!
She has also won a few games. Out of the three they had so far... so three for three.
She admits we are lower ranked than other teams, so this is about the normal for them. By we I mean the school. We're bottom of the barrel, you know.
It'll be a tough shot.
Last year the striker and one of the others as well as the goalie all got transferred with their parents. The team was effectively no more.
I guess only the little po-dunk town we live in cares about our team, though.
Still, Dina is impressive. Last year Dina was short being MVP because of a senior, Shelley Colton. Last I heard Ms. Colton was dumping on our town, yet she still seems to be in close touch with her momma. As for her peers, we apparently are all stupid, inbred and backwards. As well as useless.
My mind is wandering. Pills kicking in.
Had a doctor visit Thursday, Dr. Shoals says I'm coming along splendidly! Still hurts... Anna has been a great help, Marissa is great too.
Feel like I got two sisters around the house. Only one goes back home and the other doesn't bring her flings over.
Marissa and her new boyfriend have hit the fold out bed five times this week. I really don't mind, if HE wasn't so loud. I thought only women were screamers. Marissa is surprisingly filthy with the dirty talk, both in English and Spanish.
It is amusing, when they aren't over late.
Later, diary. I'm getting some more sleep. Wish me luck on my "investigation" because so many are unwilling to open up about their experiences with Lucinda.
Maybe I can bait her?
MONDAY.
Marissa is absent. So is her dark, chocolate hunk.
The girl is hardly absent and I have to admit, I am lonely. No Dina, no friends.
I set up a petty revenge on behalf of someone. I don't know why but how they had been treated earlier was really hitting home.
I don't even know them or the jerk that was bullying them.
I guess I'm just bored.
"What are you doing?" I nearly shit myself as the voice breaks the silence in the hallway. The jump of fright causes me to smack my head on the locker and my ribs are jostled.
I see a hall pass clatter to the ground at my feet and feel gentle hands on my shoulders. "Are you okay?"
"Hey, Germaine." I say recognizing the voice. "Just a little payback for someone." I tell her honestly.
"You think it would make it worse for him? The guy you're doing this for."
I think about it. I decide that maybe Germaine is right. "Want to help me get this in Lucinda's locker?" I ask deconstructing the stink bomb.
"Sure!" She seems all too excited. "But I need to pee first!" She snatches up the hall pass and sprints to the ladies room.
By the time Germaine returns, I've got my little device all set up. I toss my partner in crime a set of rubber gloves and we take it to the hypocrite's locker.
I have the thing open in no time, and she looks both surprised and as if she realized something.
"Apparently I'm good with locks." I say. "And petty." I glance back with a grin.
The device is small. Can easily be hidden by the inside edge of the door, and has multiple uses. It'll get about ten, maybe twelve. I made it silent. It is just a spritz of awful smelling stuff I ordered a few years back, some sort of repellant for the garden.
Germaine is grinning back at me. "I feel so bad!" She seems a bit giddy. "So, what is this stuff?"
"Stinky. That's what it is. Don't get it on you!" I inform and warn her. She gives it a small spray, I mean the thing just goes down half way and already we both feel like we walked into a morgue.
"Lucinda is going to LOVE this!" The sarcasm in her voice is so thick I could spread in on bread like jelly.
"Hey, I'm ready!" I put the little bottle in the front corner of Lucinda's locker. We close it up and I look at her. "Why did you help?"
Germaine's expression darkens. "I have my reasons." Is all I get. The even 'I don't care, I'm bored' mix look she mostly wears returns. "I'd better get to class. Good luck!"
"Thank you!" I feel as if I am making progress in the friends department. "Hope we are around to see the show."
"Me too!" She laughs and then we part ways.
I take my books to the library and dig into them, forgetting all about my little surprise for the she devil of the school.
Lunch rolls around. I'm at my locker and suddenly a commotion starts up down the hall. I'm a bit surprised until I hear in the midst of it all. "What DIED?" and suddenly there is a void around Lucinda's locker.
I cheerily put away my books but as the janitor walks by, he stops and puts a hand on my shoulder. "You owe me for this one." He has his mop and bucket, I see.
"Twenty four pack of the good stuff?" I ask. The good stuff is Heineken to him
"And a bottle of something nice!" He adds and continues on.
I then see the multicolor splashes in the hall.
To say the least, at least a dozen kids didn't eat lunch. Lucinda and a third of her entourage went home sick.
I felt pretty good about myself as I loaded up with two extra slices of pizza, grabbing a couple for Germaine as well.
I handed her the tray as I passed her, she happily accepted and stepped out of line, thanking me as she did.
"Not a problem!" We bumped fists and went our separate ways. Me to my favorite alone spot and she to her main group of friends.
I told my ol' buddy with the keys to everything to swing by the market and Pete will hook him up.
I let Pete know about the arrangement and to tack on, not one, but two bottles of the really good stuff. Stuff that sits until there is a special occasion in town, like a wedding or something.
I swing by Marissa's with her missed work, and a 'study sheet' then head home.
Oh, I also reminded Felix that the door had to be opened a third of the way and then the bottle removed.
He said "Thanks, but I'll wait until it is empty." and we had a laugh. Apparently, Lucinda had gotten the idea to throw hot dogs at him after seeing Joe Dirt. He doesn't like her either.
FRIDAY
Week was boring. The smell from my device permeated a few classrooms and down the hall.
Note to self, check and see if stinky spray is oil based in future.
It decided to cling to the walls and even though Felix got the trap out and blamed the smell on a dead raccoon in the wall, it still reeks.
Some classes were canceled, some moved outside. The hall is blocked off.
On a high note, Lucinda lost a few things that need to be replaced. A pair of headphones. A few books, totally worth burning in my opinion.
The kicker was when a big box of condoms fell out of her locker and scattered all over the floor. It was half empty.
To top it off, there were several polaroid photos with unidentifiable males underneath her topless or naked self.
Except for one, Milton Bradly, his parents thought it would be funny to name him Milton. He had dated two girls, not at the same time, but there wasn't any in between time. He no longer goes to school there, but the girls still do, and they aren't happy that Lucinda was with him.
To say the least, those slut remarks have been falling back on her hard!
I have slept like a baby since Tuesday!
Anna and I have been making memes, but we haven't posted any... this isn't the destruction I want however, but I have been getting information on small things here and there that I can use against her.
Mostly to stir up more shit. I need to be careful what I say. Can't be giving away my sources.
Lucinda still denies having done all that with those boys. That it was photo shopped.
I'm wondering how she is going to explain how polaroid pictures are photo shopped. You know, at the meeting they have set for next Monday.
"Anna!" I shout. "Popcorn's ready!"
Anna comes skipping down the stairs. She's in a long, red, cotton shirt.
She plops down beside me.
"I don't think it is going to work with Texas." She tells me as she grabbed a handful. "He is a nice guy and all, but, things are getting boring and he doesn't want to try anything new." She stuffed her mouth and I think about how she looks like a chipmunk. "I even offered a free-some!"
"Free-some?" I ask.
She holds up three fingers on her free hand, stuffing her mouth some more. "Free. Free-some. Foo girls..." She chews and swallows. "... and a guy."
