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25.11.08

An insight on the Living

The adolescent was greeted by a suffocating carpet and dirty laundry and a smoke stained couch. Bud, his mother's new boy friend, was pissed drunk and decided sex was an appropriate pre-hangover medication. Jonas fled to peace of his room. The thin walls of the pig Ste barely drowned out the yelling. His mother refused to participate in the activity and the once happy slur was upset, cursing the heavens any chance he got. Jonas re-read and re-read the black letter in dis-belief the card nuked- him, his dreams, his hopes right in the butt. The... thing, was proof of her death.

Penelope was racking up minutes on her cell phone, three waying it with Cynthia and some other mindless drone.
"O-M-G! Did you freakin see that, ugh, thing she wearing?" Cynthia lathered the sentence in bitch.
"Totally can you say 'Good Will'?" Penelope remembered when she and Lucy would spend hours on weekends trying on vintage the second hand shop sold.
"EW! Isn't like where, ugh, like hobos shop?" Drone spit out.
"Huh the chick's a homeless person!" Cynthia snickered. "Well, too-dools bitches gotta plan tomorrows outfit!" The cheer drone and ex-vintage lover and real bitch hang up.

Jonas jammed his head phones deeper in his ears, trying to melt into the sound. 'Maybe if I just listen forever I'll never have to speak. If I stay here forever will anyone notice?' Jonas pondered the possibilities. The vibrations were pounding at his ear drums "The Automatic" sang of monsters and hills. Jonas thought of the monster coming over his hill.

Penelope turns up the volume on her stereo the music blared through the walls shaking her home tearing the walls down. She close her eyes feeling each support give up. Collapsing the plywood building. The crumble of home is all that is left. Penelope condense into each note, each sound bringing back, reversing time to a concert of everything singing of people and ideas and beliefs. Lucy and Jonas standing on either side of her yelling each word in perfect tone deafness, Penelope joining in. The stage consists of drums, bass, lead and rhythm guitars, and the classic key board. The musicians are invisible to Penelope the instruments do all the talking.

The Independent Live Fest.

The show of their life. The multitude of local bands would all come together on this one night and preform their little hearts out. The concert was a week before Lucy's death and Penelope remembered it clearly, the screaming hipsters and washed out stoners.

Penelope and Jonas time travel back to this date to this show, this concert, this... celebration.

13.11.08

Black Card Days and Their Meaning

Jonas dragged his lean body the three blocks home from school his "Dashboard Confessional" tee shirt was stained with ketchup from lunch. He shook his straight black hair from his lost eyes, lost in the past. He trudged up his steep drive way to the mail box located conveniently on the top of the hill he inhabited. The mail box was a puke green stained from oxidation and what not. Jonas pried the rusty door open and stuck his hand in the dark hole his pulled out bills and scams. As he started for his front door a black envelope fell from the bunch, he picked up the letter annoyed. Jonas glanced at the object, he dropped the others he held in his hand when he noticed the return address:


The Family of Lucile Bueliegh


661 Fuller Park Drive


Masonsburg PA, 17905


Lucy's house. Jonas ripped the envelope open almost tearing it's contents. He half expected for the the note to blare
"Ha ha it was all a big joke Lucy isn't dead she was just scratched up a little and has been hiding in a closet the whole time..." A sick joke. It didn't, the letter read:


You are cordially invited to attend, along with you friends and family,
The funeral for Lucile Bueliegh.
This with Take place at:

Jefferson's Memorial Cemetery
3751 Resting Avenue
Masonsburg PA, 17905
Sunday, November 23rd, 2008 at 3:00 pm

Jonas unconsciously dropped the black card and stare teary eyed into space. This is it she really is dead. Never coming back, no more Lucy, gone forever. He recognized the format of the letter. It was the same disturbing invitation Lucy had to face sophomore year.

She came to school that day holding back tears. She had received the same black envelope that morning. It told her that her loved one was gone. A black card is the death card she once told Jonas it means someone has died and the higher forces wanted us to know. Her grandmother, or Nu-Nu as Lucy once called her, had died earlier that night from a sudden heart attack. Lucy thought this was a terrible way to die to be doing one perfectly normal thing one minute and the next your dead with no warning or anything you could do about it.

Lucy entered third period gym with watery eyes and a sunken heart, Nu-Nu was her dearest relative a sort of perminate spoiling mother. Lucy had lived with her Nu-Nu when she was little until about age nine because her mother had her when she was sixteen. Lucy's mom did not want a child that young so she gave up guardianship of her daughter to Nu-Nu. Lucy's mother, Mrs. Bueliegh as Jonas referred to her as, grew up and went to collage, got her degree as a Professor in English at teaches as an Alumni at the university. Once Mrs. Bueliegh graduated she met her husband Mr. Bueliegh, he took his wife's name, and they packed up to retrieve Lucy from her grandmother. The custody battle was a blood bath, Nu-Nu, being the stubborn old hag that she is did not want her "dumb ass" daughter (as she secretly put it) to take care of the young Lucy. They fought for several years until the court finally ruled that:

"Lucy needed her real mother and Mrs.Bueliegh did not seem unfit to take the job."

Nu-Nu was heart broken her precious "Daisy Flower" had left her nest earlier then expected, which shattered the old women. From what Lucy had told Jonas she did not leave her house for weeks until the family next door had to file a missing persons report.

Lucy loved Nu-Nu dearly, she is the one who taught Lucy to play "Battleship" (he and Lucy's favorite board game). When they were four Lucy dragged Penelope in one hand "Battleship" in the other down, impressively, the four blocks to Jonas's house. Lucy showed him what each piece meant and the basic rules and they were off. Lucy whooped his ass at "Battleship" every time they played, Jonas was a good sport though because even then he had a little thing for her. Penelope just watched she was never quite the Battleshipper, it didn't interest her as much (she was always the girly one in the group). Battleship their game, even today they would play it, well they would've even today if it hadn't been for the accident.

Jonas came back to earth and pick up the pile of sliced up trees he had let slipped through his hands. He creaked through the front door of the house trying to block out the angry voices coming from inside.

The screen door slammed shut.

Jonas was jolted back to reality.


3.11.08

Polo fest

Jonas cringed out of 3rd period science, dissecting pigs... repulsing. He saw Penelope chatting with Cynthia Cheerleader, the populace popular. Laughing and giggling. He saw Christopher run his hand down her back, down to her butt. Jonas blinked his eyes, why was she letting him do that. Christopher, it, was running his hands all around her. It was touching her, feeling her up. In broad daylight, in school. Penelope, his ex-(apparently) best friend was merging to the hated crowd. The killer crowd. Jonas stand wide eyed in the middle of the hall stoned seniors and confused freshmen swarming all around, and he stand alone... in the crowd.

Penelope straighten her mini skirt and unbutton her polo. When did she start wearing polo's? She stare at Cynthia, pretending to listen, laughing when she laughed frowning when she frowned. She felt Christopher run his hands up and down her back. It felt good tingly she let him move all the way to her butt, he squeezed. She jumped a little and swiped his hand away with a wagging finger, merely flirtatious.

She saw Jonas staring at her, why was he staring? He looked helpless, disappointed, lonely. What, was she a disappointment. Who was he to run her life, with Lucy gone she had to find some way to move on. Lucy. She felt sorry for him but she couldn't keep moping... right? Cynthia had noticed Penelope looking at him.

"Ugh, what a loser," she grunted
"I know I can't believe I used to be friends with him," Penelope lied. Cynthia glared at him, Penelope joined. Jonas walked away. Brrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggg! Late bell.