Chapter Twenty: Wet and Lonely

Wake up Bess, it's time for school. I wonder what everyone is going to say about your birthday bash...

I am sure by now the entire school knows of its disastrous turn out. 

Who is that at the end of your driveway? Is that Sissy...what the heck is she doing here?

I guess your party wasn't a total bust if you got a friend out of it. I guess she does owe you being that you saved her from being groped by the bozos. 

Beep, beep!

Wait a minute, you aren't going to ride the bus to school anymore? Since when does Trevor have a car and since when have you forgiven Natalie for her crimes!?? You have got to be joking with me Bess! That w***e bag is the reason your father is in jail, and you are going to be friends with her? Oh, hell to the no! I could cut your throat-

-wait, no, no, no! 

I have a life to get to. 

I cannot believe that little b***h just left me on the front porch, just wait till she gets home...

Oh, dear Lord, I have been left to fend for myself and the infested b***h is sitting only inches from me.  Cough, cough... please stops smoking so close to me you freak! 

Oh no, don't touch me, don't grab me, please! Nooooooooooo....doomed because now I have to be burned. The pain I feel as she touches my little blue lines with her bony fingers...*cringes

Die b***h, die! Hands off and go away. And what is with the tears, really? Stop crying and wetting my pages.  It's bad enough that your filthy hands have burnt holes onto my pages, now I have to drown in your acid tears. 

My own death could not have been predicted nor would I have ever wanted to predict such a terrible fate, for anyone. 

I'm going to destroy Bess when she gets home...