The Pink Sneakers Club: Sometime Around Midnight. Christian Bertoni

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      “Gilda will be so sad. Thank you girls for finding her dog. I guess when Gilda gets home from work we’ll talk about funeral arrangements. She so loved this dog.”

      She shut the door and we left. Let me tell you a little about Gilda Mundson or as I like to call her the slut of our street. That’s all I got. I know it’s not very original, but that’s what she is. She has slept with just about everyone on this street and half of the student body when she was in high school and now. She’s a party girl. Our little Paris Hilton without the money. I know she’s slept with Jackson several times, which is kinda ironic considering he may have been the one who killed her dog.

      Don’t get me wrong, Gilda’s not ugly just . . . skanky.

      Okay, so where are we? Here are the facts, as we know it right now. I know it’s a bit early but my dad always said make sure you check your facts repeatedly. So, lets see . . . facts, facts, facts . . . okay, um Mrs. Myers cat was killed. The Mundson’s dog was also killed. By whom? Whom? Or Who? I never get that right. Anyways, Jackson Davis is our most likely suspect. He claims he didn’t do it, but how many criminals lie? All of them. (tee hee hee) That’s my little joke. Okay so . . . well I guess that’s pretty much all I got. Not much I know but it’ll have to do. The question is, now what? Well, it’s getting late the girls have all gone home and tomorrow is another day.

      I was getting ready to go watch a little T.V. when someone knocked on my door. “Come in.” It was Jaime. “What do you want?” I asked.

      He shut the door, “you owe me an apology.”

      I turned my chair to face him. “For what?”

      He put his hands on his hips. “You embarrassed me in front of my friends.”

      “Let’s get something straight, Jackson isn’t your friend. You aren’t allowed at the quarry and I’m not going to apologize.”

      “Hey, you owe me.”

      “How so?”

      “I saved you from dad. Remember when you were on the roof?”

      “And I saved you from mom. What do you think she’d have done if she knew you went to the quarry after she’s told you repeatedly not to go? As far as I’m concerned we’re even.”

      “You suck!”

      “Get out now before I pound you!”

      He slammed the door on his way out. Brothers. Am I right?

      I went downstairs, my mom and dad were in the living room watching T.V., “hey what was all that shouting about?” my mom asked.

      “Oh you know. Jaime being Jaime.” I brushed it off. “Anyways, what’re you guys watching?”

      “The news, why?” My dad asked.

      “Oh nothing.” I started to sit down when the doorbell rang but not just once, over and over and over again. And to top it off they were also banging on the door.

      “Raaaannndddiiii! Randi!!!” It was a girl’s voice screaming my name.

      “I’m coming!” I shouted back and ran over to the front door. I could see through the glass it was Deirdre. That’s odd? I opened the door, “what’s up?” Deirdre was out of breath and crying. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?” I figured either she’d gotten into another fight with her mom or something happened to Ben. She had gotten pretty attached to him in such a short time. “Deirdre what’s wrong? Is it Ben?”

      “N-n-no. M-my house, help me I think th-there’s

      somebody in it.”

      Natalie

      Chapter 4

      I got home just after six and spent the next ten minutes or so sitting in my driveway. I was still trying to fathom everything that had happened to me since my father was beaten into a coma. It’s a lot for a seventeen year old to endure. Part of me finally felt like I could take a deep breath and relax. Being a part of Randi’s club is a nice addition to my very complicated and very erratic life.

      I could hear Julie inside yelling and screaming about dinner and Norma doing her bit to drown out Julie’s screams. Through the dining room window I could see my mom sitting there, smoking and having a drink while reading the paper. Completely oblivious to her current surroundings.

      I sighed heavily and slowly got out of the car and entered the house of chaos. Just for your own edification that’s what I call it. The House of Chaos.

      “Hey I’m home!”

      “Nat! Nat!” Julie came running over to me, “what’s for dinner I’m starving!!!”

      “Really? You guys can’t make something to eat? Norma you couldn’t do it either?”

      Norma shouted. “You don’t understand! You can’t comprehend what’s going on. So don’t pretend you do. Nothing’s that simple.”

      “Whatever you freak.” I walked into the dining room, “hey mom what’s going on?”

      “Hey dear. Did you just get home?”

      “Yeah. What’re we doing for dinner? The savages are hungry.”

      “I don’t know.” She went back to reading her paper.

      So I spent the next 45 minutes cooking spaghetti with butter. It was the quickest thing I could come up with in such a short time. Brenda and Julie set the table, when they weren’t fighting and Norma just sat at the kitchen table, waiting.

      “Is dinner ready yet?” Brenda asked.

      “Stop asking? I already told you five minutes ago it wasn’t!”

      Norma started in. “Don’t yell at her. It’s a legitimate question. I don’t like the fact you keep things to yourself like if dinner’s ready. I had a boyfriend who used to do that.”

      “Really? You had a boyfriend? I seriously doubt that.”

      “Why? Because I’m fat?”

      “No. Because your nuts!”

      “Screw you!”

      “Hey shut up you guys. I’m hungry!” Julie chimed in.

      “Why don’t you guys cook something once in awhile?” I asked.

      “What are you implying?” Norma asked.

      “To imply is to suggest without being explicitly stated. I was inferring. Get it right.” I shot back.

      “Yeah you can talky talk all day long, doesn’t mean you know.”

      My mom didn’t show up until it was time to eat.

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