12American Terror
The sign read, "Welcome to Windom MN, population, 4,500." My interpretation of it was, "Welcome to Hell, population, YOU." My parents moved us around a lot. I've lived in Windom before when I was in seventh grade but it wasn't the best time I've ever had. We moved away only about a year later because my dad works as a contractor and his job calls for a lot of moving around. The trees are still brown here as spring is beginning; the buildings look the exact same that they did when we were last here. Windom felt like a ghost town compared to my other recent homes.
I didn't have any high hopes for Windom; I would have the same boring friends I'd dealt with last time, we would do the same boring things. I never thought that anything would change, until my first day of school.
"Michael Hall, is that you?" A voice rang out over the crowd. I would recognize it any where, it was Andrea Ronnie J. M. I used to sit by her in math Mr. Schlom moved us apart about two weeks into the semester when our talking habits became disruptive. She made a strong impression on me from the beginning of the first time we'd move here, but I'd never really took the time to get to know her, and personally I never really cared.
Her blonde hair was longer and she was tanner than when I'd last seen her. She'd also lost the braces and gained a chest, I couldn't stop staring.
"What are you doing here?" She frowned almost looking confused but then her bewilderment changed to a smile and she put her arms around me pulling me into her. She smelled like oranges and pineapples, I could smell hard liquor on her breath. She was three inches taller than me without heels. I felt small next to her but she moved her body in the sexiest way.
"I moved back, I guess." I answered her still dazed by the hug. I was too busy staring at her chest to say anything.
"You've changed so much, your hair! Oh my gosh!" She ran her fingers through it and I froze in that moment.
"Is today Friday?" She asked suddenly changing the topic completely.
"Yeah, why?" I asked uncertainly.
"I'm having a party tonight out at my cousins, well he's having a party, but he's older than me by a lot," she winked. "Who would miss it? Are you coming?" She asked me her eyes narrowing.
"I don-" but before I even answered her she was walking backwards away from me.
"See-ya there!" She smiled turning around and walking off.
The rest of my day passed slowly. My teachers gave me dirty looks, I'm sure they all had heard about me from my previous teachers, the sad thing is everything they might hear was and is probably true. I barely talked to the friends I used to hang with, they didn't talk to me either and I was OK with that.
"Are you M-m-mike Hall?" A voice asked from behind me as I was walking to Algebra. I turned to see a kid about my age standing there. He definitely looked stoned, he had long dark brown hair down past his chin and purple bags under his dark green eyes. He wore square glasses on his dark tan face and had a scar spreading from his nose to his ear on the left side of his face. He was a good four inches taller than me and had much broader shoulders.
"Yeah what's it to you." I said coldly. I turned away from him and started walking to algebra.
"You know a guy named Tony Hirsch?"
"Yeah why?" I asked, I was now intrigued by the guy and I turned around to face him.
"He was poking around asking for your sister at the bowling alley last night, said he was gonna give her what she deserved from last time. He said he was gonna get her back, I thought you might want to know."
"That's not my problem, she can take care of herself." I turned bitterly walking towards algebra.
"Said he was gonna give you what you deserve too, for what you did to him, and what you did to her." He stood looking me up and down, I could feel his eyes on me. I turned back to him.
"He couldn't do a damn thing to me if he wanted." I smiled walking away.