Breathes, then begins typing: Chapter 5
That night at 8:15, we drove over to Melissa’s and delivered the note. We drove off before she saw us. Then we went to the old restaurant called ‘Cook’. Then James and I dove into the bushes. The beautiful station wagon that was Melissa’s pulled into the tiny parking lot. Melissa was draped in a long, flowy, dress. She held a bouquet of flowers which she handed to her father who was dressed in a suit and tie. As Melissa got out of the car, she stepped on the banana peel we had left out there. She slipped-right into a mud puddle. The look of disgust on her face as she got up and looked around was the funniest thing I have ever seen. Melissa’s mother took out the note and read it again. Then she looked up and back down. “Melissa, come on, honey, let’s go somewhere else and eat.”
“No, no,” Melissa said. She started looking harder as if looking for something. Or someone.
“Momma’s right, Teddy Bear,” Her dad said, using a pet name I had never heard before. I tried (and tried hard) to stifle a laugh but it escaped with a snort. Melissa’s head whipped around. “What was that?” She asked quickly.
“Probably a squirrel, Hon. Now let’s go.” They got in their fancy station wagon and drove off. Once the coast was clear, James and I emerged from the bushes. My mom and dad and James’ parents met up. They had just gotten back from their own dinner and were still catching up on each other's lives. We got back in our own car and pulled out of the parking lot. That was the best night of my life. All through the weekend, I had been waiting for the next school week to begin. When it was finally here, I got ready extremely quickly and got to school extra early. There, I wrote a note and put it in Melissa’s locker.
Oh, hi, Teddy Bear. I’m laughing as i write this. (Ha, ha) Yeah. You really need to stop calling people freaks because you are turning out to be one. (another HA HA) Just think about it.
PS. You still trying to get the mud smell out? I can smell you from here! HA, HA HA.
We had decided to sign our notes ACOF. It stood for A Couple Of Freaks. After lunch that day, I went to get my books for History. I found another note in my locker and read it.
Hello, Natalie. Have you ever heard of payback before? If not, you will soon!
Was that a threat? Was I being threatened by my ex-friend? Gosh. I didn’t know it’d go THIS far.
