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First off, I would like to say: Steal my stuff, I will hunt you down and rip all your fingernails off! One by one. *psychotic laughter*
Explanation for the creation off this amazing short tale (taken from my LJ post): I wrote this shortly after I got into a short verbal battle with one of my classmates in World Studies. I finished it just before break ended which would equal... at least a little over an hour I've written this. To make a little sense on Jazz's fit on being called goldilocks, that's what my classmate called me. I'm really sensitive to being called names involving my hair, skin, or shortcomings.
I came up with the names for the characters kind of randomly. I was having a hard time thinking of the names, so I looked at my copy of Define Normal and decided to name one of the girls Jazz after one of the characters in the book and the other TinTin 'cause the name just suddenly popped into my head. Don't ask why that name. I don't even know why.
Enjoy the story!
“Those guys need to get a filter installed in their brains!” Jazz ranted. “Calling me fucking goldilocks, my hair has nothing to do with this!”
“Just pull a prank on them or something,” TinTin says as she mellows out on the park bench. “Better yet, why don’t you beat the snot out of them.”
“Tempting, but I can’t. Those morons are one of those stupid gang kids,” Jazz turned her back towards TinTin.
“Bummer,” TinTin sat up and pulled out a cigarette and her favorite lighter. She put the cigarette in her mouth, lit it, and inhaled deeply.
“Life would be so much easier if clichés like them never existed,’ Jazz pulled out her personal bag of mini Snickers bars and began munching on them.
“The stories of our lives,” TinTin sighed and took another drag. Jazz turned towards her.
“Hey! I thought you said you were quitting!”
“Hushaa, this is my first one today.”
“As opposed to any other?”
TinTin giggled. “Yes mom, I’ve been gradually reducing my number of smokes every day like the good girl I am.”
Jazz laughed in response. “Oh, my dear daughter, I am so proud of you! I shall treat the both of us to pumpkin spice shakes at Jack ‘n the Box!” Jazz threw herself down on the bench next to TinTin.
“Wow, really?” TinTin shifted to a cross-legged position.
“Sure, why not? I got money today.”
As opposed to yesterday?” TinTin smiled.
“He he, you are so funny even when it’s unnecessary,” Jazz’s sarcasm tone took root.
TinTin flicked her unfinished cigarette into an ash tray on the park’s trash can cover while Jazz stands up.
“How about we start our journey, then, to J ‘n B?”
TinTin slowly rises. “Sure. And how about you buy me a sourdough jack while you’re at it.”
“Snot, you buy it!” Jazz laughs as she walked away.
“Oh, my heart’s been wounded!” TinTin mockingly put her hands over where her heart should be and leaned over in pseudo pain.
“Haha! Come on, let’s get going. I want to get there before the school crowd shows up.”
“Aye aye, Captain Jazz!” TinTin walks briskly to catch up with Jazz.
They both looked at each other and smiled. Then they yawped in unison, “And we are free for take off!” and ran.
