|The Story||The Authors|
All she wanted to exerience right now was a good buzz and maybe a
makeout session with Adam, if he didn't get too drunk like last time.
The name on the tombstone still disturbed her and the incessant humming
of her thoughts too. More beer. That was always a good answer at
times like this. Two days to Halloween. Two days before she may or
may not fill that grave.|
The tape in the boombox was changed to Led Zep. "Dancing Days" now boomed across the desolaiton of the cemetary. Nobody spoke. It was in that silence that Geraldine first heard the faint and distinct tapping.
It was the tapping of... STINKY FEET!!! And not just ordinary stinky
feet. These feet were so stinky they could make a starving hyena
lose his appetite. These feet were so stinky they could only be Alarica
Alarica Brown was the meanest girl in the school. She was even meaner then Donna Tatliano and she had stinkier feet. Rumor had it that Alarica never washed her feet, even after running 5378 laps barefoot around the muddy baseball diamond. Alarica seemed to think that never washing her feet made her the queen of the entire world or something. She was always bossing other people around and if you didn't do what she said, watch out! Geraldine had heard that once Tibelda Hino had refused to get out of Alarica's way. Geraldine didn't know if this was true. She didn't know if that was true or not but she did know that Tibelda had once had to stay home from school for a month because of skull fracture. "My name is Geraldine so don't call me stupid," mused Geraldine.
"Whattija shay, shtupid?" called Alarica.
Oh no, she's drunk, thought Geraldine. Everyone at this party seemed to be drunk. And none of them were any older than 18. In fact most of them were 17 like Geraldine and some were younger. Dryden Taphi was only 14.
"I shed, whattija shay?"
Geraldine realized she had to answer. "I said, don't call me stupid."
"Ya canttell me whatta shay, shtupid!"
"My name is Geraldine."
"Diddenja realishe that b'forr, shtupid?"
"Yes. Did you?"
"Yudont shound like yove been drink'nuff. Have sh'more."
It was true. Geraldine hadn't been drinking her beer at all. She didn't want her beer. She wanted to be able to think clearly and figure out what her visions had been all about. Was she going to die in two days? Or would she just think that she was dying in two days? Maybe she would think she was dying, which would lead her to do something strange which would kill her. It was all too confusing to be thinking about at a party. But Geraldine couldn't help herself.
|Maybe it wasn't the drink that was making her have these visions or feel this way. Maybe it was the smell. That awful smell. Like something that was dead. It haunted her like an old guilt. Who is this new girl at the party? Alarica Brown, where is she from? She has a strange look in her eyes.|
|It was then that Geraldine noticed. Alarica Brown had never come to a party before. And Alarica never had said where she was from. As for the strange look, Geraldine dismissed it as drunkenness. Geraldine walked over to the Courtland's grave, where Adam was sitting. She was about to say hello when she noticed he was flirting with Fiona Blodd. Just when Geraldine was trying to figure out where all these weird names were coming from, there was a blinding flash of light!|
|Then they all had tea, quickly, and painlessly. No one ever found out how.|
Geraldine shook her head. Another vision. But what did it have to
do with her great great aunt? As a matter of fact, what did Geraldine's
great great aunt have to do with her? Suddenly she overheard an argument
"Hey getoffa Adam! He'sh mine!" screamed Donna.
"Nohe ishn't!" grumbled Fiona. "I gottim fersht!"
"How'd yuno? Yornamesh on that graveshtone there!"
"Thatsh jusht my great gratant."
"Ya shejoinda ganger shumthin'."
Hmm, thought Geraldine. Donna's great great aunt... killed my great great aunt... and died the next day... (she paused to read the inscription on the gravestone) of a mysterious force no one knows about..