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Minnie was 14. She liked wearing bright red lipstick and getting high. Minnie also liked to get drunk.
Phillip liked getting drunk too, but all his friends had plans.
"Minnie," he said to her, when he saw her going into the girls room, during class time. "Minnie, do you wanna come over on Saturday night?"
And Minnie sneered at him. "Fuck off, asshole," she said.
And she watched him as he did.

Minnie sat on her bed Friday night.
Listening to her mother. On the phone, in the kitchen. Still only coming out of her bedroom when she had to.
"Mom...Mom....I know, Mom...." She repeated, into the phone.
When Minnie could not listen to whining anymore, she reached over to her stereo and put on Fleetwood Mac as loud as she could. She listened to Go Your On Way and thought of Tommy.
When her mother came downstairs she noticed her, but pretended not to. Until her mother reached over and unplugged the stereo.
"What the fuck?" Minnie said.
And her mother replied, "Grandma is coming over tomorrow for supper. She thinks your presence there on Sunday would just upset everyone else."
Minnie did not bother to say another word to her mother. She leaned over and plugged back in the stereo. She hit tape deck #2. Slayer pierced the air.
Minnie picked up the phone book and found Phillip's number ten minutes later.
"Are we going to get drunk?" She asked him.
"Of course," he replied.

Minnie showed up at his house at three in the afternoon. He was still wearing the clothes he had slept in. And his hair was flat. Rubbing the sleep from his face, he said, "Lets start with a gin and tonic."
And Minnie agreed. "Whatever."
While he made the drinks, Phillip asked her how her how her weekend was going.

He showed her every room in the house.
Then he showed her the Nintendo. They played all the games.
They watched the evening news. Just in case his parents' flight went down.
Then they played some pool and the rum came out. And the rum did not agree with Minnie.
He rubbed her head and back, while she vomited in the toilet.
She looked in the gold frame mirror, after she rinsed out her mouth. And Phillip came up behind her and cupped her breasts.
"It's my birthday," he whispered to her.
"I am missing my Grandma's party to be at yours." She turned around, so he could kiss her.
In the morning, as she was leaving, Phillip said to her, "I do not believe the things they say you did, Minnie."
"You're not the only one, Phillip," she replied. "You're not the only one."



Comments

Anonymous said…
I believe many, but not all of the things they say about Minnie.
Queenie said…
NaNo NaNo, they say.
Don't you have better things to be doing then hanging around here?

Word Count: a mumbled-jumbled 2259

Q
Anonymous said…
I love your writing.
Anonymous said…
Queenie, my pal...i'm back and in hawaii now...maui, to be exact...

i had to check in on you and am so happy you are still blogging!! and tommy and minnie still aren't together? i have to check in and see what's happening with those crazy teens...

xoxoxoxo
~AprilD said…
I always feel bad for Minnie. I hope someday she catches a break.

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