Chapter 3
~*~Kellee~*~
"Jesus!" she muttered as she nervously stared out the
window of her car. Her surroundings weren’t welcoming. The
neighborhood was very run down, and the park consisted of an old
slide that was now turned on its side, and rusting. There was a
swingset, but all of the swings were missing except for a lonely
piece of chain hanging down.
She glanced nervously at the small group that was assembling by the entrance. She spotted Stacey standing at the edge of the crowd, with a garbage bag in hand. Slamming the door and locking it, Kellee headed over to her. There was no grass on the ground, just huge mud puddles.
"My prada’s are getting wet!" she yelped, as she straightned her skirt. Grabbing a bag from the supervisor, she walked over to where Stacey stood. Then she suddenly noticed that Stacey was wearing gardening gloves. Turning to Stacey she began to yell.
Stacey paid no attention. She was to busy starring at the 5 guys who she had almost gotten into an accident with. I wonder what they’re doing here? She thought. Flinching she felt Kellee’s finger nails dig into her arm.
"STACEY!!!!! YOU NEVER TOLD ME I NEEDED GLOVES!!!" she screamed.
Omigod they’re coming over here Stacey thought, as she saw the driver and one of the passengers start to make their way over. Finally she remembered Kellee, who, sure enough, was STILL yelling when she glanced at her.
"WHAT???" she yelled. Kellee was mad, and she could tell.
"You NEVER told me that I NEEDED gloves! I could just kill you! I’ll break my nail! I just had them done too!"
Stacey snorted. Glancing over she noticed the 2 guys had stopped to watch the fight between her and Kellee.
"I never told you to dress like a total WHORE either! Whats wrong with you? Its community service, not a fashion show. You look like you should be servicing a street corner, instead of cleaning up a park."
Kellee’s face turned bright red. She was livid now. "Why you stupid bitch. I CANNOT believe you! You owe me! Give me those gloves.!"
Stacey shook her head. Smiling sweetly a her she said, "have a GREAT day Kellee" and began to walk away.
Kellee wasn’t about to let her go that easily. " Oh I get it!" she yelled, taunting Stacey.
"Those are the gloves that you used when you dug the hole to bury your PARENTS. I understand, they hold sentimental value for you."
Stacey stopped walking and jerked her head up when she heard the word ‘parent’. Turning around slowly, the tears began to fall, and she took a deep breath. "You never give up do you Kellee? How DARE you mention my parents. If I EVER hear you say anything else about them, I swear to god, I’ll fucking kill you."
And
then a sob escaped her throat, and she stalked away, and made her
way over to a fence and began to pick up garbage. Kellee stood
there in shock. Wow. I made her cry. Big tough Stacey finally
cried. I finally got to her. Instaed of feeling guilt, she felt
triumph, and began to walk back to her car.