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Before:
“The first meeting of the H.L.F. club will now come to order!”
“This year will be the most horrifying year in the history of Lylie's life. Everyone in this club agrees, right? That's why you joined the club, isn't it?”
“I have been planning Lylie's downfall for over 1 year as of today. I will make her pay for the pain she has caused every one of us throughout our lives! The only punishment fit for her crimes is PAIN. And we shall give her the worst pain human flesh can feel...”
“...loneliness.”
The Beginning: A Subtle
Start
“Mom, I'm going out!” I yelled. “Be back soon, don't go far, and STAY SAFE!,” came the reply. I always get that reply.
Heading from my room, I grabbed my spy “in case of emergency” pack and a dark “Orchestra Rocks!” sweatshirt. I than scrambled out the door and into our backyard, which is practically part of Elephant Park, a vast dip in the city with grass, tennis courts and a playground. This is my world. Literally.
Then, I snuck noiselessly over the yard to my lilac bush, which is on the fence (in our yard) that separates our yard from the park and my neighbor's yard. It's been my fort since my parents bought the house when I was two. I climbed skillfully over the fence and dropped into the park. There's a gate, but who needs a gate when you're a spy? Sprinting, I crossed over to the playground with record speed. Than, I dashed up the steps across the plastic mesh bridge, and over to the balcony where I crouched.
This is my daily routine, everything I do anymore in the park other than soccer. I used to play tennis and stuff, but I've kind of lost interest. It just doesn't seem as important, or fun, or time consuming at all in that matter.
But today was different. Today was the last day of summer, if you go to school still. And I'm years away from not being bound to schoolwork, condemned to movie-less, friend-less, homework ridden nights, and long toil filled days. Actually school wasn't really that bad. But this year it was different. This wasn't just the last day of summer break. No. This was the last day of my childhood. Junior high loomed before me, a past of deceitful friends and books behind, and an uncertain future wavered just beyond my reach.
You might think I'm scared. Well, if you are thinking that, I'm totally not. I'm PETRIFIED!! Let me tell you, I'm absolutely-and-completely-frightened-to-death, in fact. I've gone to the same elementary school my whole life, save preschool.
“But I'm a well trained spy,” I'm thinking. “Your destiny is firmly stapled to your choices, and they're all yours to choose.”
I can just see the angel on my shoulder, depicted just as it is in many comedies. I smile. But even so, my devilish side throws in its choice words. “Yeah, but considering your stubbornness and uncanny gift of not looking at all the possibilities and choosing the one that is only good for now, your future is going to go awry.” Ugh, I think. Burned by my own brain! Not a thing to proud of. I leave my imaginary consciences to bicker on the rail of the plastic balcony and descend onto the artificial rock wall.
I finished my round and headed home through the lilac bush. Our house door creaks open and I hop skillfully through. The house smells good, like warm food. Not the bagged, powdered crap, either. Nahh, my mom makes it fresh from scratch. Tastes better that way, too. Bagged stuff is for astronauts to eat. I mean, unless real food is accessible up there, I don't think I'll ever become a space explorer. I like to keep my feet grounded, or at least in the Earth's atmosphere.
Anyway, I walk into the living room. Dad's in his chair, working on his computer, as usual. He's not the type of person to ignore his family, but multi-tasks constantly; news, radio, computer, the paper. (When he's doing that it's fun to walk up to him and ask him stuff, because he'll always say yes.) I wish I could do that. I sit in mom's chair, which is empty at the moment.
Slowly I settle into one of my rather unpleasant moods. Kind of a depression, really. I get it whenever I know I'm wasting precious time, yet aren't quite in the mood to do much. I resort to snacking and reading most of these days. Why spend the last day of summer doing stuff? Lazing around is just fine for me! Accomplishing nothing isn't wasting time if your a kid. It's just not accomplishing much, right?
My mom finally gets me outside again, so I get on my bike and start around the block. Than, an idea strikes me: why not spy on Tina? The girl most certainly was up to something, probably concerning Wyndra. Anyways, she didn't live to far away. Turning abruptly, I headed towards her house on 24th street.
Sometimes, when I ride my bike, I like to imagine people seeing only a hot pink streak as I fly past. Since I have a 15 gear bike, I can go pretty fast. I also have strong legs. That helps.
Okay, I was just turning down her street. 1643 24th street was a small yellow house, the kind that was really very roomy on the inside, but looks extremely small from the outside. A huge fir grew on one side of it, and if you came from the other direction, her house was invisible.
The blinds were closed and the driveway was bare. No one was home.
I kept riding down to the end of the street, slowly developing a plan to invade her yard. I turned left and found what I was looking for. The back alley. All of the original blocks in the city had alleys splitting between them, including Tina's. So I rode down the gravel on my bike, finally stopping at Tina's yard.
There was a tall white fence surrounding her yard. I surveyed the scene with my excellent observative skills. Luckily, she had shown us a way in (or out) at the last slumber party I attended. So, I went into the neighbor's un-fenced yard. A large pile of junk was in the corner closest to Tina's yard. I climbed it, without making a lot of noise (which was very difficult considering it was all beer cans and metal crap) and hoped that their neighbors weren't home, either. I jumped the fence into her yard. I walked into the middle with a feeling of triumph and was just about to peek in the window when I heard something horrifying.
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Tina Melose opened her back door violently, the phone jambed to her ear. “Oh, really? So that's why I was never treated your equal? If you really think that about me, than I don't want to ever see you again! Got it?” she screamed into the speaker. “Well, you were good enough for me then, but absolutely not now. I mean, we're talking about middle school! I need more than you can provide for me.” an oily, nasally voice rambled. “I HATE YOU!!!” Tina screamed in the phone. Then, she hung up.
“Grrrrrrrrrrrrr!” she shrieked. “What an awful way to dump your best friend! Tell her she's a geek and then explain why? Maybe we're better off this way.” she thought to herself.
Suddenly, she heard a squeak and footsteps behind her shed. Frozen, Tina crept forward. She peaked in, but all she saw was nothing.
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Gravel sprayed from Lylie's back tires. That was just about the worst she'd ever screwed up when she was spying before. Incidentally she had scraped her arm on a loose staple in the fencing. But at least Tina wouldn't know who had been there. And Lylie had learned some extremely valuable info.
On the way home, she zig-zagged, just in case anybody was following her.
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