Small towns with small people and big heads. Everyone romanticizes them. I'm going to tell you the truth about small towns. They suck. Entering my sixteenth year in Carbondale and my third year at Carbondale Community High school, I pretty much know every single secret that this piece of shit town has to offer. The cheerleaders gossip, the jocks are class clowns and totally juvenile, and the female athletes are totally top of the food chain. And yea, I am saying that because I am one. Some of you may be asking what gives me the right to say that female athletes are the best. Well, don't worry because I have some proof for you.
1. Firstly, We don't talk shit. (well not as much as the guys)
2. We don't need help running from cops at parties.
3. We probably don't go to too many parties because we don't want coach to find out.
4. When we do show up, the parties are 100% better because we party harder than any cheerleader. And we bring our own booze.
Anyway, in my group, or my team if you will, there are about ten of us. Lizzie, Alice, Becky, Emily, Katie, Lilly, Bri, Chris, Mickey, and myself. Emily, Chris, Bri, Katie, and Lilly all play for the soccer team. The rest of us play softball. We're pretty evenly separated. Honestly, we run the school. The cheerleaders think they run it but if anyone has ever had a small dog with a big ego you'll understand this. The cheerleaders think they run this but they don't. It's kind of like the kings parliament in britain. The King used parliament to make his people think they have some power so they would be compliant. They didn't actually have shit because the king did what he wanted to anyway. That's exactly what high school is like. The female athletes are the big dogs that only show their teeth when they have to while some of the lesser dogs are baring their teeth whenever they don't get their way.
If you can't tell, my team and I cause quite a bit of mischief. Our freshman year we crashed every single senior party and they couldn't kick us out because our team mates invited us. Not that they wanted to, exactly. We weren't the freshman sluts, though. You know the girls that only want to be "popular" so they'll do anything with anybody? We weren't them. We came out, dressed to the nines, with a look but don't touch mentality. We seemed like total hard asses, but we all had a little back story. Secrets in a small town are hard to keep. I'm writing the tell all, so you may as well know our backstory before you learn the whole story.
Let's just go in list order, shall we?
Lizzie, oldest of four kids. Short stop. Varsity as a freshman. Dad (MIA) mom- working nurse who works nights to support the family. Not rich but not struggling like she should be. Mom stealing money to help support the family. (DETAIL)
Alice, Doctor Michael Johnson and Dr. (PhD.) Mary Johnson. Doctor and lawyer. Not struggling at all. Center fielder for the Carbondale softball team. Been my best friend since early 2000's.
Becky- Mom's kindergarten teacher dad owns his own business. Second baseman. Has trouble hitting. Never had a boy friend but is NOT gay.
Emily- parents still in a loving relationship, one older brother (weird) and parents that support anything she wants to pursue. Easily the best dressed person at CCHS. Defensive player in soccer.
Katie and Lilly- Twins born two minutes apart. Tall blond and beautiful. Very reliable and amiable but it doesn't hurt that their dad is cheif of police and we can (and do) get away with anything. Both play forward and defense in soccer.
Bri- Been dating Brody for about ten months now. Went to Junior High together. Parents work at grocery stores but we don't look at her differently and she sure as shit isn't struggling. Forward for soccer.
Chris- Total brain at stats and most all numbers. Parents have been happily divorced since Chris was in 7th and we share very similar abusive father stories. Defense and goalie for soccer.
Mickey- Kicker for the football team and parents have been married many years. One older brothere and they fight all the time because Mick could kick his ass. (Michelle) She's one of the most unique out of all us. Long wavy hair and easily the prettiest of all of us.
Then there's Your's Truly
Raised by wolves after my father died. My brother and sister are primarily those wolves until I got to be eight. I can't remember the last time I saw my mom. My dad was an abusive drunk who used to beat on his daughter. Piece of Ass. My mom is never home so that's why my house became the crash house. I don't take shit and I sure as hell don't care what anyone has to say, which is why I'm writing this. This is the only place where I can drop the act and actually care.
You can probably see that we're a force to reckoned with.
My small town diary starts on October 4th (homecoming) and the day we decided to take things up a knotch for the month of October. We love halloween and we love spooky shit so this was our time to shine.
We obviously went bat shit after homecoming and I don't really remember much. The cops were called and Brad warned Mickey who took off running into the woods and skinned her knee. We all followed and that's where the story takes a turn. We heard Mick screaming at the top of her lungs and we thought she broke something. We all break into a dead sprint and find her drunk off her ass pointing to a tree with dead mangles branches. She had fallen and broken a fence that she had tried to hop and whatever she had been smoking was screwing with her head. She kept saying "Swing. It's swinging." At first I laughed it off. It wasn't a huge deal and we were all giving her a hard time. The cops hadn't actually been called and everything went back to normal. When I looked back at the tree, though, I swear I saw a shadow of a man swinging by his neck. I never said anything but sometimes I wish I would have. Maybe it would have changed something. We went back in and finished up the party but none of us could really shake the eerie feeling. That's really all I remember from that nigh so I though that it couldn't be real.
Now would be a good time to explain my heritage. I come from a small town just north of Salem Massachusettes. We're really supersitious up here.....
