Monday, November 16, 1998
Dan Boujoulian
COM 215A - Storytelling
Novemberish, 1998
We all gathered in the living room.
I felt something missing.
Perhaps it was the four family members who opted to go to Aruba instead of hang out at home over the holiday.
Nah
I walked around the house trying to remain calm. People were everywhere. Talking. It was disturbing my concentration.. Damn these people what is wrong with them?
My brother called the house. I could tell in his voice he was worried. Did he realize it too? I was about to ask when my sister snatched the phone from me.
"Come over...
I don't care.
Bring it with you.
We'll fix it here.
Come now.
No, we won't wait."
What is she talking about? I wish I knew. She knows. She plots. I know how she thinks.
She is going to
RUIN THANKSGIVING
FOR EVERYONE
I should just pull her aside and tell her that I am hip to her little game. The jig is up.
I excused myself and went for a walk. My plan was to watch dinner being made from the outside. All I could see at first was my sister eating what was obviously raw meat. I stood in the bushes and watched EVIL. I could tell my sister was up to something. She jumped whenever anyone came behind and asked to help.
My brother came home, immediately, my sister took something from the bag he brought in. He seemed surprised by it. Everyone started gathering in the dining room. People rearranged chairs for five minutes, almost like they were playing musical chairs. Finally everyone sat and stayed put, they didn't seem to notice my absence. The turkey looked excellent. I considered joining them. I thought better of it. They passed around various foodstuffs and everyone began to dig in.
My sister didn't take any turkey. What's this? Why not. She cooked it.
Someone tried to give the dog some meat and it just about freaked out. My sister screamed at the dog. I knew something was up. I ran from the yard and tried to find my friend, Mike.
Mike was surprised to see me. Although we've lived in the same subdivisio since the age of 6, I haven't seen him for about a year. I explained the situation. He handed me a bat and brought a double barreled shotgun for himself to use.
By the time we arrived at my house everyone appeard to be asleep... or dead. I saw shadows moving in the living room. We took it upon ourselves to enter through the backyard deck leading in to the family room.
The dog watched quietly as we entered. She would usually bark and anyone coming in or out, regardless if she knew them or not. She knew we were there to remedy the situation.
I stopped by in the dining room to check pulses. Faint, but there.
""
I head the cocking of a gun. It sounded too far away to be Mike's.
What happened next was almost to fast for my mind to comprehend fully.
The dog barked. A shot was fired. The chandelier fell. My brother awoke and screamed "The antidote!"
Another shot was fired and he went down. Mike and I launched ourselves outward towards where the shot had been fired from. I couldn't see anything, I just heard gunshots firing. I felt like my chest was on fire. Mike stood up, and ran towards my sister. He went down less than 4 feet from her. I lay on the ground motionless. I awoke to police everywhere. They told me not to move.
My sister was lying on the ground, dead. I was confused. Mike was being carried away on a stretcher. I was so glad it wasn't a bodybag.
Then the police explained to me how my sister was taken down. She had been on the ground moaning when they arrived.
Ahh yes.
Salmonila. Invisible to the human eye, yet it is the hero of our story.
Special thanks to the Dead Milkmen ñ If I Had a Gun ñ The Greatest Thanksgiving Ever. (Wow, I guess I plagurized in college, huh?)
COM 215A - Storytelling
Novemberish, 1998
We all gathered in the living room.
I felt something missing.
Perhaps it was the four family members who opted to go to Aruba instead of hang out at home over the holiday.
Nah
I walked around the house trying to remain calm. People were everywhere. Talking. It was disturbing my concentration.. Damn these people what is wrong with them?
My brother called the house. I could tell in his voice he was worried. Did he realize it too? I was about to ask when my sister snatched the phone from me.
"Come over...
I don't care.
Bring it with you.
We'll fix it here.
Come now.
No, we won't wait."
What is she talking about? I wish I knew. She knows. She plots. I know how she thinks.
She is going to
RUIN THANKSGIVING
FOR EVERYONE
I should just pull her aside and tell her that I am hip to her little game. The jig is up.
I excused myself and went for a walk. My plan was to watch dinner being made from the outside. All I could see at first was my sister eating what was obviously raw meat. I stood in the bushes and watched EVIL. I could tell my sister was up to something. She jumped whenever anyone came behind and asked to help.
My brother came home, immediately, my sister took something from the bag he brought in. He seemed surprised by it. Everyone started gathering in the dining room. People rearranged chairs for five minutes, almost like they were playing musical chairs. Finally everyone sat and stayed put, they didn't seem to notice my absence. The turkey looked excellent. I considered joining them. I thought better of it. They passed around various foodstuffs and everyone began to dig in.
My sister didn't take any turkey. What's this? Why not. She cooked it.
Someone tried to give the dog some meat and it just about freaked out. My sister screamed at the dog. I knew something was up. I ran from the yard and tried to find my friend, Mike.
Mike was surprised to see me. Although we've lived in the same subdivisio since the age of 6, I haven't seen him for about a year. I explained the situation. He handed me a bat and brought a double barreled shotgun for himself to use.
By the time we arrived at my house everyone appeard to be asleep... or dead. I saw shadows moving in the living room. We took it upon ourselves to enter through the backyard deck leading in to the family room.
The dog watched quietly as we entered. She would usually bark and anyone coming in or out, regardless if she knew them or not. She knew we were there to remedy the situation.
I stopped by in the dining room to check pulses. Faint, but there.
"
I head the cocking of a gun. It sounded too far away to be Mike's.
What happened next was almost to fast for my mind to comprehend fully.
The dog barked. A shot was fired. The chandelier fell. My brother awoke and screamed "The antidote!"
Another shot was fired and he went down. Mike and I launched ourselves outward towards where the shot had been fired from. I couldn't see anything, I just heard gunshots firing. I felt like my chest was on fire. Mike stood up, and ran towards my sister. He went down less than 4 feet from her. I lay on the ground motionless. I awoke to police everywhere. They told me not to move.
My sister was lying on the ground, dead. I was confused. Mike was being carried away on a stretcher. I was so glad it wasn't a bodybag.
Then the police explained to me how my sister was taken down. She had been on the ground moaning when they arrived.
Ahh yes.
Salmonila. Invisible to the human eye, yet it is the hero of our story.
Special thanks to the Dead Milkmen ñ If I Had a Gun ñ The Greatest Thanksgiving Ever. (Wow, I guess I plagurized in college, huh?)
