Girl Fight!

April 23rd, 2007.

Part 1 of this story can be found here.

After school, I waited in the parking lot of the ice cream shop for about 20 minutes before I realized Janice wasn’t going to show. If it was possible to infuriate me even more, Janice had managed it. I mean, did this bitch really think I couldn’t track her down? She was my husband’s next door neighbor, for Christ’s sake!

Not willing to put things off for another minute, I walked to Janice’s house. She lived in a small brick cape cod with her Grandmother. When I showed up, they were unlocking the front door. Apparently, they had just gotten back from a short shopping trip.

“Hey Janice,” I called out to her, “If you don’t give me my diary right now, I’m going to beat your ass right in front of your Grandma!”

They spun around to face me. Janice’s Grandma said, “Janice? Who is this girl? What is going on?”

Janice ignored her and said to me, “I don’t have it.”

Her denial sent me totally over the edge. I took my backpack off and threw it on the ground. My voice was shrill as I yelled, “YES YOU DO, YOU SHARK FACED BITCH!” [She did have kind of a shark face] “AND IF YOU DON’T COUGH IT UP IN THE NEXT TEN SECONDS, I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL FUCK YOU UP IN FRONT OF YOUR GRANDMA!”

The screaming snapped her confused Grandmother out of her mini daze. “Ma’am,” she said to me, “Do you realize you are threatening a girl who is only fifteen years old?

“Ma’am” I snapped back at her, “Do you realize that I am only sixteen years old? And the girl I’m threatening stole my diary and you have to admit that is a pretty personal piece of property!”

“Bless your heart,” Grandma mused helplessly, “But I think there must be some confusion….”

Janice jumped in. “Grandma, some girls at school are spreading rumors about me. None of this is true.” To me, she querulously urged, “V, how about we sit down and talk about this? Come on, sit down with me.” She plopped herself down in the grass, crossed her legs, and patted the little patch of grass beside her.

“Janice,” said I, “I am not sitting down with you. And the only thing you’re doing by sitting down yourself is making it easier for me to kick you in the fucking face!”

She uncrossed her legs and popped back into standing position like a crazed, whore faced, jack-in-the-box. Nervously, she quavered, “Um, well, how about we go up in my room and talk? I can seriously prove to you that I don’t have it. If you just come up into my room, I can show you…”

Aghast, her Grandma said, “Jan, I don’t think that’s a good idea!”

“S’ok grandma” she answered, “Seriously, V is a nice girl. She seriously is. It’s just that some mean girls are spreading lies about me. Actually we’re friends. Only some girls are trying to turn us against each other. We really need to talk it out.”

To me she said, “So how about we go up to my bedroom? I’ve got something to show you.”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Fine.”

With a quick sigh of relief, Janice led me into her house and up the stairs to her bedroom. She put her index finger over her lips and then whispered to me, “I’m going to give you back your diary.”

“I know you are.”

“But I want you to do something for me. I want you to hide it under your shirt when you leave. I don’t want my Grandma to know I stole it.”

What Janice told her Grandmother was of no concern to me. All I really wanted was my diary back by any means necessary, so I told her, “Whatever. Just give it back.”

Relieved, she smiled. “You know, I read the entire thing and I actually think you and I are a lot alike.” She opened up her closet and started pushing some boxes around on the top shelf. “We’d actually make great friends.”

Was she serious? Did she really believe that I’d be friends with her after she casually leafed through all of my most innermost thoughts? There were sex fantasies in that diary! Sex fantasies!

“You and I are nothing alike,” I snapped, “I don’t steal people’s personal shit.”

She ducked her head a little and handed me my diary. “I really am sorry.”

I glared at her. “Why did you take it?”

She blushed and stared at the ground. “It’s just that…Derrek talks about you all the time. And there was this one time, we were about to have sex. But then he stopped. He cried and said he couldn’t. Because of you. And I….I don’t know….that pissed me off, I guess. I broke into your house because I was pissed, not because I wanted to steal anything. But then I found your diary and I thought….I don’t know….I guess I thought that if I read it, I could figure out what he saw in you. Does that make sense?”

We stood staring at each other in awkward silence. Then, I said, “God, that’s pathetic.”

She cringed. “I guess so.”

Suddenly, her Grandmother called from the bottom of the stairs, “Are you girls alright?”

“We’re fine, Grandma!” Janice called back.

I tucked my diary in the waistband of my shorts and pulled my shirt over it. I figured that if I held my arms just so, no one would notice it there.

“Can you tell?” I asked Janice.


“Good. Then I’m going to get out of here.”

“I’ll walk you down.”


Janice followed me down the stairs, past her nervous Grandmother, and out the front door. “Hey V!” She suddenly called out. I turned around and she pressed her face against her screen door. “Thank you,” she mouthed.

A lot of things went through my mind right then. I thought about how glad I was to have my diary back because it documented such a large portion of my life. (This, I might add, is the reason I remember the stories from my childhood as well as I do for this very website) But I was also depressed because I knew I’d never be able to write in it again. How could I be honest in the thing after my experience with such a gross invasion of my privacy?

I picked up my backpack (which was still laying in the yard where I threw it earlier) and slung it over my shoulder. Then I turned to Janice and flashed a winning smile.

“Fuck you, bitch.” I mouthed back.

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