Yesterday was awful on so many levels. I was being bitched at all day for not owning the new Gangrene Cannabis CD. I’m still not sure that that’s even a real band. It’s only been out for like, what…two, maybe three days now? Rudy was giving me a hard time about it. He actually called me a noob. How retarded is THAT?

Anyway, after school let out, I swung by my house and ate a sandwich, fed my turtle, and did my homework. I managed to avoid getting holy water thrown at me. Go figure. After that, I headed down to the graveyard. I hate Frenchton, but there’re two good things: 1) everything is pretty much in walking distance from my house. 2) The cemetery is really peaceful. It’s a great thinking place because no one ever goes there. They think it’s haunted. I guess they wouldn’t be entirely wrong. I’ve seen what lives there…or lived there, I guess. He’s dead now.

He was a ghoul, or at least I think he was. He matched up with the description in my monster book, anyway. I only met him one other time. He scared me shitless at first, but I think I scared him more. He crawled over to me and started digging through my purse. He took everything out of it and made a pile of shiny things. It was, like, a few pennies and a safety pin, but I let him have it and he was so happy. Then he left and I didn’t see him again, even though I always went back to the graveyard. He was there, though. I knew he was there. I know these things for some reason. I always know.

Last night, I saw him. He looked at me and knew who I was. I was so excited to see him again, but something was wrong. He fell over and he had a big gash in his back. I ran over to him to see if I could help, and then he talked to me! I couldn’t tell most of what he was saying. It all sounded like a made-up language, but I could tell he wanted me to help him. I tried so hard, but there wasn’t anything I could do. Then I saw someone walking out of the cemetery. I started to run after him, but the ghoul wanted me to stay, so I did. I was crying really hard, but I was only sad for a second. My sadness turned into something else. The ghoul kept talking, and I knew what he wanted. We both wanted it. We wanted to get that fucker back. That last gurgling sound the ghoul made stuck in my head. Vengeance…for killing a harmless creature…for killing my friend.

I chased after the man, but he was already in his car. He drove off before I could make anything out, though. All I saw were purple lights.

This morning, I was walking to school with some friends. They were smoking a joint, but I couldn’t handle it. They were teasing me about it when a dark blue car pulled up. Naturally, they gave me the weed to get rid of, so I tossed it on the ground and stomped it out. Then a really big, muscle-guy got out of the car. He was wearing really gross tight pants and had a shit-ugly haircut. He started walking toward us, shoving everyone out of his way. I thought he was just trying to get through, so I moved aside. But no! He looks straight at me and says “Hey! You dat’ kid ah saw las’ night?” Before anyone could say anything, he told all of my friends to leave. Rudy and Lee-Ann tried to stay, but he threatened them. I asked the big guy if he killed my friend, and he said “Yeah? Whud if I did?” Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out these brass knuckles with spikes on them. He told me that if I said one word, he’d find me and get me. While he was talking, I noticed a scar on his right bicep and part of a tattoo on his neck. His breath smelled funny too. I can’t describe the feeling that swelled up inside me. It was far worse than just hatred… I wanted this fucker dead. So then he goes back to his car, and I’m finally able to get a good look at it. It was a Ford Catalina with Firestone tires. There was a black smudge on the left side of his back bumper, and the license plate said “BALLZ.” I notice these things.

I followed the car as far as I could, but I lost it. I found the police station, though. I ran in and told them that they had to help me because this guy killed my friend. I told them what the guy and the car looked like. When they asked what my friend’s name was, I told them to take me to the cemetery so I could show them the body (because I didn’t know the ghoul’s name, or if he even had one.) I got to ride in a police car, and that was pretty cool, but when we got to the graveyard, he thought the ghoul was a monkey. What a retard. He called animal control and offered me a ride to school. I told him no, thanks and just started walking around.

I eventually got to “rich people lane,” AKA: Mitchelson, and I saw the car, retarded license plate and all. Too bad it was behind a big-ass gate. There was another girl there, too. She would’ve been kind of pretty if it weren’t for the scars all over her face. She didn’t seem too bright. She stared at the wall for a really long time before she noticed me.

I asked her if she lived there. She said no and that she was glad she didn’t live there. Then I asked if she knew the people who did live there. She said no again. I think she might have been lost or something. She seemed kind of dumb. I asked her to help me sneak in the house, and yet again, she said no. She asked why I wanted in, and I told her that the guy inside just killed my friend. If she said anything after that, I wasn’t paying attention. I wanted to see if the fence was electric, so I told her to touch it. …she did. She seemed fine, but it might have been that she was too dumb to feel pain.

I think I might be able to climb that gate…