By the time I get home, I don't even remember why I was mad at my mother in the first place. Something about bullying and the KAT trio: whatever the reason, my egg situation is nothing compared to Jeremy getting framed.
The tv is playing softly in the background as I sneak in through the back door. The news is playing, and all over the news, to my horror, is Jeremy Davis. His mug shots, the photos of Gerald McLaren's corpse mangled and defiled on television. But, of course, I wasn't Gerald's friend, only his tutor. But if Jeremy told me in a letter that Gerald wanted to apologize to me for egging me, and that's why Kelly tried to kill him, then I believe Jeremy. I believe Jeremy right down to my bones.
Photos of the murder weapon are shown on the news. I walk past my parents, and like a fly attracted to light, I can't bring myself to pull away. My parents are talking, but it's white noise. I can barely understand the English being broadcasted to me on the screen. Not s
The following two weeks are silent. My patience was being tested. My emotions are like a landmine, waiting to go off. If Kelly crosses my path, I hope she steps on the landmine and hears my verbal explosion. It's about time someone told Kelly the truth that she is mean, cruel, and heartless.I set up a new Instagram account. In doing so, I will do some digging on Kelly with my new username and alias. My fake name isJennifer Smith. It's a generic enough name that I could be anyone. My profile picture is of an orange tabby cat wearing glasses—a fat Garfield-like cat, sitting on a large book. Maybe the book is a dead giveaway that it is really me.My computer mouse gets stuck, and I am forced to use the lousy touch mouse on the keyboard. As I scroll through Instagram, as 'Jennifer,' I see the truth on Kelly's profile. She has photos of Gerald McLaren with a before picture of them together and an after picture of his death. Both are next to each other.
"Lily-kins, are you ready to go?"My mother wakes me up. I don't know what day it is. I can barely remember my own name. It's been an exhausting turn of events. Seeking revenge on my bully is not something I ever thought I would do or could do. I can definitely not discuss my revenge plans with my mom. I could talk about this with a best friend in another life if I had one of those. But there will be plenty of time for that in college. If I can take a bully down, I will know I am prepared for college and being on my own."Ready for what, mom? Can't this wait? I am exhausted. I don't want to go anywhere.""For your braces. Today you are getting them off," mom replies.My mother forgot to tell me about the single most important day of my entire youth. It would have been nice to have this day carved in stone as a holiday. My own personal Memorial Day to commemorate that I no longer have to bear the name ofTrain Tracks. No moreC
Worms are smooth and wiggly creatures. Birds love to eat them, and their pink heads look like their pink bottoms. They are slimy creatures that are great to use when one goes fishing. A fisherman takes his hook and pierces the side of the worm on the end of a fishing pole. The fisherman casts his line into the river and waits.That's what I've been doing with my parents. I've been like the fisherman. I've prepared my parents as bait for Kelly. After a while, a fish will see the wiggling worm and attack the bait. I can only hope that Kelly will go for the bait. Accept this time; it will be like me springing the trap and bringing her to justice. If I could get her to confess, to really confess to the murder of Gerald McLaren, then the world would be a much better place.Fishermen wait for hours to catch their fish. Fish are bullies who eat to survive. They go into the bellies of fishermen and never come out. This is where I am now, waiting in the river—hoping and w
My mother is dead. Her blood stains surround the base of the big tree. The big tree that once held my boyfriend in its branches now cradles my dead mother at its base.I'm in shock, and it feels like horrifying shivers going through my nervous system. Kelly has won. She's taken my mother from me. I always knew that my mother and I didn't get along. I always assumed we would have more time to apologize and understand each other. More time to become best friends in my post-college years when I would be married and have three kids. She would have been a wonderful grandma, but that future is no more.A future I thought I would have is ripped away from me within thirty seconds. I place my mother's head on my lap and let her blood drip all around me. I soak in this last moment I will ever have her beside me.My body has been shivering for five straight minutes. My head is spinning and asking questions like,why did she have to be murdered in a park? 
Silence is the golden standard that surrounds our house. Dads decided to hold off on having a funeral. He doesn't know how to move on and how to process everything. I've removed pictures of mom around the house, so dad gets a break from seeing her face. I've transferred schools to an online high school finishing program.With mom dead and only one parent remaining, I've decided to watch dad like a hawk night and day. But, at least with dad alive and well, I will be able to move forward. Someday, my dad will do the famous daddy-daughter dance with me when I get married. It's sad to think that mom will never be there for the occasion.Mom will never talk to me again. She's never going to give me advice or take embarrassing photos of me ever again.Mr. Davis and my dad have become good friends. They've come to understand the absence of family members and have found a friendship through grief. Dad grieves mom, and Mr. Davis misses his son.The world doesn't l
Ringing in my ears like the hum of a thousand bees pollinating in summer. Ringing from my teeth clenching as tight as they will go. The grinding of my teeth has worn down my back wisdom teeth. Without my braces in the way and a fresh new clean smile...All I do is clench. I think about everything from the Lending Library carrying many stories to the books I donated to its collection. The very collection I once donatedThe History of Piratestoo.I would travel the sea and let my bullies walk the plank if I were Anne Bonnie. But instead, I clench my jaw at the very thing creating my panic and terror.Kelly's picture stares at me through the pages of my old yearbook. Her middle school photo had braces, but hers were invisible. People didn't dare call her names even then. If any girl said anything about that, she'd give you a horsey with your bra strap so powerful that your back would have whip marks until freshman year.Anne Bonnie would have pul
The ghost with no face wears a hood. He passes through fog and dances on the other side of the clouds. When he comes to earth, he sleeps in caves. Caves cast their shadows against the crackling fires of hope. Hope is all that remains for Jeremy Davis. The sun is a fleeting idea that hides behind the clouds in their dark black sky.I never knew what living in crisis mode was like. It sucks and hurts my skin. Everything hurts my soul, my heart, my spirit. Pain has many forms and many faces, and I can't bear to wear my masks any longer. I've become a castle with one bridge to the world on the other side. When Jeremy's father told me he tried to commit suicide, that bridge fell into the world of bullies.Armor can protect a knight for so long. The helmet protects his thoughts. Jeremy's helmet was tossed aside ages ago. To me, he is like theGreen Knight, tossing aside fear and worry.The keys to my car fall to the floor. Damn! Getting to Jeremy is all
Graveyards are the final resting place for the dead. They are where the endless souls dance for eternity under a moonlit forever. The souls of the cemetery held onto Jeremy but didn't take him down into the land of Hades. He fought, and he held onto life just for me. Death is where the ravens swirl in their endless circles. Hunger finds them, and nails dig into their prey. We are all called by death in the end. The grim reaper himself holds his scythe and carries it along as a walking stick. Walking sticks are used to guide souls on the path to Hades. If I discover Hades, I will find my mom. I will find her there beneath the bones of her final breath.All the feels take away my breath,When funerals approach and force me to face death,I think of the heavens parting like glass,Hoping her last days have come at last,The grim reaper is a soul deliverer taking souls away,If he walks too far into the depths, the souls will try to stay,There l