A Laurie L. Story, chapter 2
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The next day, I got to school and started asking the "freaks" at school what they would do. I didn't really get any good answers, or any possible things to do.
Finally, I talked to this kid Eggplant, who told me to go and see Claude.
OH MY GOD!
Claude is really.... Well, practically evil. He dropped out in the eighth grade, and all he does is read porno, molest little girls, all that kinda thing.
Anyways, after school I went to where Eggplant told me to go, and found Claude. He actually seemed really nice, and finally helped me with my problem by giving me a bottle of brown pills.
"How many do I take?" I asked.
"Not YOU, your parents do!" he replied.
"But I don't know how to make them take it!" I exclaimed.
"You'll find a way," Claude said with a smirk.
And he was right, I did!
That night I offered to help with dinner. When Mom turned away from the mashed potatoes to check on the chicken, I dumped all the pills in the potatoes and stirred it up nervously before putting it on the table.
"Ughhh, I don't feel good," I fake groaned.
Mom sighed.
"Do I HAVE to eat dinner?" I continued.
"No," my mom gave in.
So, I went up to my room and read an article on Green Day in my magazine, then listened to some music. I couldn't help hearing my parents bickering downstairs:
"These are the worst mashed potatoes I've ever eaten in my life!" Dad said.
"Well cook your own goddamn dinner then, you lazy scumbag, I'm not your slave," Mom snapped. Wow, she never usually swears.
"I'm not eating these, they taste like shit."
My mother yelled, "YOU EAT THOSE POTATOES OR I'LL DUMP THEM OVER YOUR HEAD AND SHOVE THE DISH UP YOUR ASS!". Wooowww..... Touchy much?!
"Where's Laurie?" Dad asked, changing the subject.
"Upstairs, the stupid little bitch. I think the babies got switched at the hospital!".
"Now, she's only a bit slow," Dad defended.
"Yeah, and I wonder who it came from! Are you gonna eat those potatoes?!" Mom said. Silence, and then silverware making a whole bunch of those scraping noises on the plates
Suddenly, I heard a loud "clunk!" from downstairs, so I ran to see what was going on. My parents were both flopped out on the floor. Dead on the floor, dare I add. I didn't know what to do at first, but then I remembered we had a new garbage disposal.
No, I am not a deranged, Fruit-Loopy lunatic, but I got rid of everything in the garbage disposal, except the bones. Then I got another brilliant idea; I threw all the bones over the fence to my neighbor's pit bull.
As I made my way back into the house I heard the door opening. It was my brother coming home late! I didn't have enough of those pills to get rid of him too.... What to do?!
"Where's mom and dad?" my brother asked, looking around.
"Uh, they went away... To, uh... Utah!" I lied, thinking of something random and throwing it out.
"Utah! Why the hell would they go THERE?!" he exclaimed.
"To become Mormons or something. Religious crap..." I continued.
He looked at me weirdly and went upstairs to read some hidden porno that I swore not to tell about.
Finally, I talked to this kid Eggplant, who told me to go and see Claude.
OH MY GOD!
Claude is really.... Well, practically evil. He dropped out in the eighth grade, and all he does is read porno, molest little girls, all that kinda thing.
Anyways, after school I went to where Eggplant told me to go, and found Claude. He actually seemed really nice, and finally helped me with my problem by giving me a bottle of brown pills.
"How many do I take?" I asked.
"Not YOU, your parents do!" he replied.
"But I don't know how to make them take it!" I exclaimed.
"You'll find a way," Claude said with a smirk.
And he was right, I did!
That night I offered to help with dinner. When Mom turned away from the mashed potatoes to check on the chicken, I dumped all the pills in the potatoes and stirred it up nervously before putting it on the table.
"Ughhh, I don't feel good," I fake groaned.
Mom sighed.
"Do I HAVE to eat dinner?" I continued.
"No," my mom gave in.
So, I went up to my room and read an article on Green Day in my magazine, then listened to some music. I couldn't help hearing my parents bickering downstairs:
"These are the worst mashed potatoes I've ever eaten in my life!" Dad said.
"Well cook your own goddamn dinner then, you lazy scumbag, I'm not your slave," Mom snapped. Wow, she never usually swears.
"I'm not eating these, they taste like shit."
My mother yelled, "YOU EAT THOSE POTATOES OR I'LL DUMP THEM OVER YOUR HEAD AND SHOVE THE DISH UP YOUR ASS!". Wooowww..... Touchy much?!
"Where's Laurie?" Dad asked, changing the subject.
"Upstairs, the stupid little bitch. I think the babies got switched at the hospital!".
"Now, she's only a bit slow," Dad defended.
"Yeah, and I wonder who it came from! Are you gonna eat those potatoes?!" Mom said. Silence, and then silverware making a whole bunch of those scraping noises on the plates
Suddenly, I heard a loud "clunk!" from downstairs, so I ran to see what was going on. My parents were both flopped out on the floor. Dead on the floor, dare I add. I didn't know what to do at first, but then I remembered we had a new garbage disposal.
No, I am not a deranged, Fruit-Loopy lunatic, but I got rid of everything in the garbage disposal, except the bones. Then I got another brilliant idea; I threw all the bones over the fence to my neighbor's pit bull.
As I made my way back into the house I heard the door opening. It was my brother coming home late! I didn't have enough of those pills to get rid of him too.... What to do?!
"Where's mom and dad?" my brother asked, looking around.
"Uh, they went away... To, uh... Utah!" I lied, thinking of something random and throwing it out.
"Utah! Why the hell would they go THERE?!" he exclaimed.
"To become Mormons or something. Religious crap..." I continued.
He looked at me weirdly and went upstairs to read some hidden porno that I swore not to tell about.
