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Part 3
Monday September 30, 1996. 08:00 hours.
June wasn’t there
in the bus today. That’s it I thought. She wasn’t ever going to trust someone
again. I lost the only friend I genuinely had liked in all my years of high
school. Then I lied to Steve about our date to the movies. I also added that
she was hilarious, beautiful and a great person; I said that because I meant it
and not just because I didn’t want karma to bite me. Steve obviously said he
wouldn’t believe me.
Monday September 30, 1996. 01:00 hours.
Something happened!
I was sitting at
my lunch table with Steve and his punks when I spotted June. She caught my eyes
and then started walking towards me. Steve turned to see who I was looking at
and whistled when he saw June. The entire cafeteria turned as June walked. I
felt compelled to get my -now shaking- ass off the seat and she stopped an inch
away from me. She then smiled like three year old kid and moved in and kissed
me like a young and wild 21 year old Victoria Secret angel, “Hey baby I missed
you”, she chimed. “See you after school.” She said and left. Just like that. I
remained there speechless. I couldn’t even hear all the hooting and table
banging around me. I ran out after her. “What the hell was that for?” I shouted
after her, still rubbing the red lipstick off my lips. “I don’t like talking to
that low-life jerk. This must have proved enough. Plus you moved in for the
kiss on Friday.” She said, moving further down the hallway. “Friday was
different June! “ She narrowed her cold eyes at me and then threw those
multiple arrows by saying, “What was different? It was a pretty little girl in
a pretty little dress that lured you? Oh no! But Dagur Campbell is better than
that. He just felt for this poor ordinary soul having a great time. It was
church service wasn’t it? But what a tragedy that she is a social monster! And
that is why Friday was different because Mr. Campbell here was not under the
pressure of his status. Possibly why he even enjoyed that night and thought of
kissing June. But once it’s school it’s all different. Sadly you know what
Dagur? To me it’s all the same and I feel no need to fall under the influence
of you and you petty circle. And if you feel embarrassed of kissing me in front
of a judgmental crowd, that’s too bad. “ I hated it when she said too bad. I
hated it even more when she was right. I still was a stubborn little jerk and
said, “I am not embarrassed. I’m just taken aback. You didn’t even wanna kiss
me that night!” June avoided my question in her typical way by saying, “I
changed my mind.” At that I literally saw karma looking at me like, “What an
ass” and preparing its finest bow to kill me instantly. I started walking after
her. “Go away.” She said. “Nope”. “Ughh fine then keep walking but don’t expect
me to be nice.” And so it was. The next few days went into pretending to be her
boyfriend and being mentally scarred by her when we were alone. The days after
that were when it was finally official that I was a social outcast too.
October 23, 1996. 18:00 hours.
Today June laughed
at my joke. As much as she hated it, she spent her days with me past 2 weeks.
Most people had forgotten about the kiss, most people but June who would still
occasionally taunt me by saying, “I’ll kiss you in a room full of people if you
don’t stop talking.” I talked more when she said that until one day when she threw a textbook at me. I loved her even with my bruises. We were at her home when I said, “So are
you my girlfriend then?” “No.” she answered.
“But people still
think so.”
“Yeah. They’re
people so duh! Not like I care.”
“What if I asked
you out for real this time?”
“I’d kick you out
of my home after stealing all your notes and homework.”
“Even if I bought
you tickets to the nine inch nails concert?” She squealed at that. And then
hugged me dropping me off the kitchen stool. My relationship with June was
difficult to explain. It was like we were stuck with each other and still
couldn’t do without one another. It was not like you would love your significant
other, or like you would adore your sister, or even like you would admire your mother. It was just June being the bitch she was and me still hopelessly
finding a confidante in her. That day when I went home and called her, she said
she missed me. I liked that.
November 1,1996. 17:00 hours.
I picked June up
for the concert. She wore no dress today and I wore no tux. We were dressed like normal fans for once. She also gave me a
CD that she refused calling a mix. That night she held my hand at the concert.
And dug her nails so deep that my knuckles bled when Trent Razor winked at her
and lowered the mike to ask her name. He then sung a rhyme to her and called me
a lucky young man. She was the star of the show. At the last song June kissed
me again and I hugged her. My heart was racing and it was not because of the
drums.
November 1, 1996. 22:00 hours
“Runaway with me,
Dagur” she said outside her home. I laughed and said, “Sure babe. Let’s leave
tonight.” She just looked at me resting her head on the seat. I pushed back her
curly sweaty hair and said, “What? You have spaced out again.” “I need to save
my sister.” She said. “Okay. From what though?” That’s when I realized she had
never told me about her sister. When I remembered her mom had said June was
their only child. “June..” I began saying when she said,
“My parents had
disowned her at sixteen. She is five years elder to me. Her abusive boyfriend
had got her pregnant at sixteen and ever since my parents asked her to leave. I
thought she had left to live with our aunt Rachael who lives 200 miles away in
a remote forest. Last Christmas I heard mom and dad talk to aunt Rachael about
how Lynn ran away, leaving April, her daughter behind. Aunt Rachael then left
April in an orphanage somewhere in Canada. I know it’s crazy but I will find
Lynn there. Last year my family lived in Vancouver, not Finland or Mexico
Dagur. I swear I saw Lynn there. She was miserable in the streets. Relying on
salvation army camps for Christmas! When I told my parents they asked me to
consider Lynn dead and I would be the same if I tried revolting. I threatened
them to be a freak, a crazy emo kid until they got Lynn back. I started waiting
outside where I saw her almost each day in the pouring rain. That’s when my
parents moved again. But now, it’s not just Lynn Dagur. It’s April too. And I
need to find them.”
I wanted to say
something but I was dumbfounded. I wanted to dig my grave and ask June to fill
it with unicorn shit than mud. “You swear you are not lying?” “I swear upon
every god I know Dagur. I have proof of Lynn being one of us! I have been
working all days of the week past a year to earn up for tickets. I also applied
in several colleges in BC! You need to understand!”
That’s when I
understood everything. All the balls and bingos were June sneaking out to work.
It was her proving that she’d be a perfect daughter and win trust that she
could not only bring Lynn back but also take care of April. By now her pretty
little face was soaking wet and her eyelashes were drenched. The black mascara
soiled her rosy cheeks and red nose as she wiped those tears away. I ran my
head along her head and said, “Go to sleep. We will find them”. She opened the
car door and got down saying, “I will Dagur. I will find them; you will just
have to be patient.” At that she ran in without looking back today.
Part 4 coming up soon!
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