Silence, Part I of VI
An orb of clear blue electric luminescence hovered about as the dark hair of Tabatha Burga hung over her legs, tears streaming off her face onto her knees. She looked up into it, drawn by some mystical force to its frightening absoluteness. A single slender hand reached up from her fragile, thin body...
The shrill screech of a red digital alarm clock brought Tabatha to a jerk out of her dream world. She sat up and shook her head, trying to get rid of the eerie feeling her recurring dream always left her with. Tabatha stood up, stretching her skinny arms before beginning the monotony of her daily routine.
"Hurry up in there, you slow bitch," the gruff voice of Karl Burga barked. He knocked on the bathroom door as Tabatha rolled her eyes and spritzed on some perfume. She left wordlessly, eyes downcast to avoid meeting the harsh gaze of her father. He was a large man, with broad shoulders, a thick neck, the bulging arms of a construction worker, and a buzzed blonde head. Tabatha knew his imposing presence well, and avoided it as often as possible.
Tall, lanky Jimmy Trescha met Tabatha on the corner midway between their respective apartment buildings. "Yo, Tibbs," he called out as she approached. "Lookin' hot!" She was, as usual, in a black tee and jeans, which hung slack on her tiny hips. He was in a t-shirt proclaiming "One Hit Wonder," his bright smile outshining all around him.
"Hey, Jimmy," Tabatha greeted him. "I had that dream again," she said, brow furrowed. "It's been strong this month." It was Friday, and the pair of juniors were off to school, where Jimmy would probably skip first period to smoke some pot with his friends. Tabatha didn't approve, but accepted him for a pal. Given her shy nature, she'd be hard-pressed to meet many other people.
"That dream sounds pretty freaky, for sure," Jimmy grinned. "Call me if you need moral support," he said with a wink.
"Oh, cram it, Jimmy," Tabatha replied. "We both know you would never have a chance to even set foot in my place."
"Just 'cause your dad's a psychopath..." Jimmy muttered as the duo neared the school. "Hey... catch me back here at 3:30, I'll walk you home. Have a good day, babe."
"All right," Tabatha said, waving as the two left each other. She trudged up the concrete steps to her inner city high school's front door, not looking forward to the day.
The shrill screech of a red digital alarm clock brought Tabatha to a jerk out of her dream world. She sat up and shook her head, trying to get rid of the eerie feeling her recurring dream always left her with. Tabatha stood up, stretching her skinny arms before beginning the monotony of her daily routine.
"Hurry up in there, you slow bitch," the gruff voice of Karl Burga barked. He knocked on the bathroom door as Tabatha rolled her eyes and spritzed on some perfume. She left wordlessly, eyes downcast to avoid meeting the harsh gaze of her father. He was a large man, with broad shoulders, a thick neck, the bulging arms of a construction worker, and a buzzed blonde head. Tabatha knew his imposing presence well, and avoided it as often as possible.
Tall, lanky Jimmy Trescha met Tabatha on the corner midway between their respective apartment buildings. "Yo, Tibbs," he called out as she approached. "Lookin' hot!" She was, as usual, in a black tee and jeans, which hung slack on her tiny hips. He was in a t-shirt proclaiming "One Hit Wonder," his bright smile outshining all around him.
"Hey, Jimmy," Tabatha greeted him. "I had that dream again," she said, brow furrowed. "It's been strong this month." It was Friday, and the pair of juniors were off to school, where Jimmy would probably skip first period to smoke some pot with his friends. Tabatha didn't approve, but accepted him for a pal. Given her shy nature, she'd be hard-pressed to meet many other people.
"That dream sounds pretty freaky, for sure," Jimmy grinned. "Call me if you need moral support," he said with a wink.
"Oh, cram it, Jimmy," Tabatha replied. "We both know you would never have a chance to even set foot in my place."
"Just 'cause your dad's a psychopath..." Jimmy muttered as the duo neared the school. "Hey... catch me back here at 3:30, I'll walk you home. Have a good day, babe."
"All right," Tabatha said, waving as the two left each other. She trudged up the concrete steps to her inner city high school's front door, not looking forward to the day.
posted by xtraplanetary at 12:42 AM
1 Comments:
Haha! I can finally see the it! Stupid blogger thing. Timmy strangely enough reminds me of a guy I know who would ditch first period to do the same. I shall wait for the rest and hope for the best! (rhyme not intended)
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