The Rabbit's Foot: Chapter Four

If I were to classify different types of pain into colors they would be classified as so;
Blues would be, falling on your side, being hit by a sledge hammer, or slamming your head into a wall.
Reds would be, cutting any part of your body, or hitting yourself on a sharp edge of some kind.
Oranges would be, slaps to the face, pinches, or any kind of burn.
Purples would be, cramps.
Greens would be, internal discomfort of any kind, besides cramps.
Yellows would be, scraping off skin, or having a nail be ripped off.
Orange.
Orange.
Orange.
And I awake.
The whole right side of my face feels covered in orange.
"Sorry" A voice says. " I didn't know any other way to wake you up."
I open my eyes and Trevor is kneeling above. He smiles and helps me to my feet.
Only a light orange is left on my face.
"I'm sorry if I scared you, I was just trying to find out who wrote those lyrics." He says to me. Wait, so he didn't write them?
"No." He says. " I received a package while I was at work, inside was CDR and a rabbit's foot. So I wrote some of the lyrics down, put them on a few bulletins here and online, you know, to see if the actual person who wrote the song will confront me, that way I can ask that person what they're doing." He smiles. "Pretty clever, huh?"
Yeah, for an elementary school kid.
"Oh, well. I thought I was being clever for my age."
Now he looks hurt.
"No, not hurt. But I am glad you are being so honest with me."
Evidently, I no longer have an internal monologue.
"Its so hard to find people now-a-days who are honest, you know?"
I stand corrected.
"So maybe if we spread around these things we've found, maybe on the Internet, the person, or persons, who wrote it will find us."
Okay. I say and adjust my wig. Trevor sits next to me and we both begin to look at the pieces of this puzzle that each of us has obtained.
"Hmm. Well, I haven't gotten this poem, and....hey!" He says as he looks at the paper he wrote the lyrics on. "Did you write all that red writing?"
No.
"Really?" He sets down the poem and picks up the lyrics. "Well, I didn't."
He pauses and reads, shit I broke a nail. I'll have to get a fill after class is over. By the way, where on earth is the professor?
"Buy Yourself a New Face. Hmmm." He flips the lyrics over.
Nothing on the back. He flips it over.
The walls are waving like water.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Trevor takes out his notebook. Its nice, a toshiba. "Buy Yourself a New Face." He says as he types the words into some search engine.
Nothing.
If at first you don't succeed, try, try again.
And that's what Trevor did, and still nothing, nothing.
Nothing.
Maybe we just got ahead of ourselves?
"Eh, well." Trevor says. "Should we keep with my old plan?"
I don't give a rat's ass.
"Sure! Its a really good idea Trevor!" I says, dripping with sarcasm.
"Wow, I didn't think you'd be this excited! But then again, you aren't like most people around here."
He talks too much.
"Yeah, I used to watch Scooby Doo when I was younger and I always wanted to solve my own mystery!"
OMG, is he serious?
"So did you ever-?" He stops and looks at me. "You know..." He bites his lip. "...I don't know your name."
I'd like to keep it that way.
"Oh." I say. "My name is-"
Boom!
Slam!
Creak!
Slam!
Kinda reminds me of an old batman episode.
The professor has finally arrived and Trevor shuts up faster than a barnacle. Thank Buddha, he's so awkward.
"Okay." I say to myself. "I've got to focus and study." So I listen very closely to what the professor says.
"Good afternoon class, waga waga waga waga waga waga waga waga waga."
"Okay, this is not going to work." So I swallow some go, and turn up my ipod.
God I love trance.

Tap tap tap.
Tap tap tap.
Tap tap tap.
Some one's tapping on my shoulder.
I open my eyes.
Tap tap tap.
I watch as the sound waves ripple past out of my shoulder and thin out across the room. This makes me very happy.
"Hello." I say with a big smile on my face.
"Um, excuse me." I always laugh when people say that, I think they passed gas or something. " But miss, you're in my seat."
I smile.
"Tap my shoulder again." I look this loser of a man square in the eye. "Please?"
Yeah, you guessed it. He does, he blushes, and gets all jittery. I smile again and stand up.
"Was it good for you too?" And I walk off, totally euphoric.
I get out to my car and there appears to be a letter of some kind in my wind shield whippers. I swear if its another "Who am I?" Blah blah blah, thing I'm gonna kill a bitch.
The yellow paper blowing in the zephyr, stuck in my wind shield wiper, is waving at me. Its saying,
"Come here darling, read me. Read me. I contain knowledge, knowledge you seek to obtain." At it waves some more.
What? I can't be rude. I take her up on her offer and I read her.

Dear [Insert Name Here],
You don't know me, but I know you. I watch you from afar, even now I gaze upon you, watching with hungriness. One day my little frog, one day you will see the world through the eyes of a man. One day, we will meet, and you will love me.
Sincerely,
[Insert Another Name Here]

OMG. Stalker!
I throw it in the back seat, just in case.
I turn up the Kerncraft, oh, Zombie Nation, love it.
In goes the key [extreme close up of key sliding into ignition].
Clockwise it goes [Med shot from outside of of the car, we can see the driver].
I put the car into 'drive' [extreme close up of the green 'D'].
And drive off [wide shot of car driving off in the distance].
Fade To Black


-Sir Jestro