Friday, February 11, 2011

Chapter 6 from a Short Story

So we know by now what happened in Crystal Lake eight years prior to Sarah coming back to visit her bapcia for the summer. We know she has a fragile relationship with Travis and a budding relationship with Tyh. She learns of the devastating attack that Pamela Voorhees committed eight years prior and of the death of her childhood friend, Melinda.

Dan Dubois and Dana Roy were just about to get cozy when something interrupted them, prompting Dan to leave and Dana to investigate, leading to her untimely death.

Sarah and Tyh have gotten jobs working at the newly re-opened Camp Crystal Lake. Sarah meets some of Tyh's friends, Jessica Paquette and her boyfriend Jacob Tibbett, who later come face to face with death.

The main couple's relationship gets stronger and they are anxiosuly awaiting the party to begin later that night. They have supper with Bapcia before heading out to the party at Camp Crystal Lake to celebrate the opening and to get better acquanited with the rest of the counselors.

They meet up with Dan Dubois and Liane Labrie by the hiking trail where the foursome splits up, leaving Liane to trek the trail alone. While the other three are busy canoeing to the Camp, Liane is hunted down and murdered by Jason Voorhees.

Before the trio have a chance to dock at the beach camp, Michael O'Shay and his girlfriend, Sandra Clarke, are fatally attacked by psychopath Jason Voorhees. The trio finally arrive at the beach and are ready to party with their friends and Tyh is anticipating presenting Sarah to his friends.
Here is what transpired:

This Night Sucks

Sarah came around the trees to find people gathered around a fair-size
bonfire. Tyh waved and ranted. Dan joined him in chorus as they made their
way towards the gang. There were two boys, on either side of the fire. One
girl was sitting down on an oak log while the other dangled off the beefy
guy’s arm.

“I didn’t think anyone would show up” The guy on the left said as they
arrived. He was roasting a marshmallow, almost cindering it.

“Where’s O’Shay? Or Sandra?” Tyh asked, shaking hands with his friends.
Sarah shrunk back, preferring to chew on her nails.

“Or Liane? She left way before us on foot. She should be here by now!” Dan
added, sitting down on a log besides one of the girl. She kissed him on
the cheek and took a great big sip of her orange cocktail. Her eyes were
half-shut and she seemed well passed sobriety, thought Sarah.

“Maybe they met for a secret ménage-à-trois?” The drunken girl said,
laughing alone. “Oh, lighten up guys. The night is young!” She took
another gulp of her drink. “Well, are you going to introduce us to white
girl over there?” She pointed at Sarah. Tyh smirked and wrapped his arm
around Sarah, pulling her into the circle. She blushed and shyly waved her
hand around.

“Guys, this is Sarah” He gloated with pride.

“I’m Patrick, nice to meet you!” The guy on the left said. He had a nice
smooth voice, which matched his suave appearance; board shorts, crisp
white v-neck, slicked back jet-black hair covered by a straw cowboy hat.
He had a crooner’s smile and lips that were made for kissing. “And don’t
mind her; she calls every chick white girl”. He continued, laughing under
his breath.

“And by her, he means Yasmina.” She slurred, throwing Patrick a
marshmallow. She shot off the log and slapped him on the shoulder. “I’ll
warn you not to continue or you won’t be getting any of this.” She said,
shaking her ass inches from his face. “It’s enough you left me stranded

Patrick kissed her on the left butt cheek and slapped her behind as she
made her way towards one of the cabins. “Anyone want a drink while I’m
inside?” She blurted out, burping somewhere in the middle.

Tyh accepted the offer and asked for two rum and Cokes. Yasmina walked
inside the cabin, muttering something to herself. She was very pretty,
Sarah thought. She obviously had Arabic roots what with her olive-green
complexion, hazel-colored almond-shaped eyes, and flowing brown locks. She
also had the curves of a gypsy woman, which she flaunted proudly.

“That’s Kev and Meredith.” Tyh continued, pointing to the beefy guy and
the drunken girl dangling at his arm. He was the tallest one of the bunch.
He sported a buzzed cut that framed his face perfectly. He had deep
casting eyes and a lopsided smirk. He seemed cocky, Sarah thought. She
waved at them and gave a gentle smile. Kevin waved back but Meredith
grinned and gave Sarah the cold shoulder.

“Right…Well, I’m going to go see if Yasmina needs any help in there.”
Sarah suggested, kissing Tyh on the cheek. He joined his friends in
chatter and she made her way inside the cabin marked “1”.

Yasmina was fixing up some cocktails for the gang. She smiled as Sarah
joined her in the dated kitchen. None of the appliances seemed to work,
and the furniture was dusty and smelled of mothballs. Everything from the
drapes to the upholstering was checkered. “You’ll get use to it” The
Lebanese girl said, pouring some Coca-Cola inside the cups. “So where you
from white girl?” She asked, taking a greedy sip from one of the cups.

“I lived here when I was younger but moved to New-York” Sarah said, trying
to be friendly. “And you?” She asked, accepting the drink Yasmina had
handed her. It smelled heavy of rum and little of cola. She shivered as
the alcohol coursed through her.

“Originally from Connecticut. My parents settled there before shipping us
to buck fuck nowhere. Seriously, who moves to Crystal Lake?” She chuckled
taking another generous gulp of her drink. “Anyways, glad to know Tyh’s
got some type of game. You’re not all that bad.” Yasmina winked and passed
by Sarah. “Join us by the fire.” She added as she walked out of the cabin.
It was more an order then an invitation.

Tyh and the guys were huddled by the fire, discussing random sporting
events that marked history in the last years. Yasmina had joined Meredith,
and both had begun talking about their mutual lives. Sarah felt oddly left
out. And for a split second, she even contemplated leaving and heading
home. She didn’t even feel the want to bother her way into this already
fortified relationship. Everyone was safe in their comfort zone, sheltered
from the unfamiliar.

“Snap out of it white girl, come join, yeah?!” Yasmina said, tapping the
air beside her, gesturing for Sarah to sit besides her. “We’re not going
to bite.” Meredith added, attempting something like a smile. Tyh turned to
look at her at that moment. She quickly flashed him a smile and joined the
girls in chatter. She didn’t want Tyh to worry. They had just renewed a
relationship; she wasn’t going to scare him away by acting like a Hermit.
He smiled back and continued talking with his buddies.

“So” Meredith said dramatically, flicking her fingers this way and that as
she pronounced every word. “Raymond, you know that French boy from
Louisiana” she continued, without waiting for an actual answer, “Well,
he’s coming down tomorrow to see me.” She whispered the last bit, eyeing
Kevin as she spoke. “You whore!” Yasmina snickered, apparent humour in her
eyes. “Isn’t she just completely whorish, Sarah?” Yasmina said as she drank out of her
cup, orange liquid seeping around her lips.

“I suppose so. I mean, who am I to judge your relationship? Do you guys
often see other people?”  Sarah asked innocently. The other girls silence
was almost humourous. They looked at Sarah with confusion, even

“You are funny white girl. Kevin doesn’t know this fool be sleeping
around.” They giggled and knocked their cups together, laughing even
harder. “That seems hardly…faithful.” Sarah let out, the words escaping
her mouth before she could even contemplate speaking them. She couldn’t
picture these two actually working with kids, let alone being responsible
for a whole Camp. They were sixteen going on twelve. Immaturity radiated out of
them like plutonium.

“Listen” Meredith said, smacking her gum. “I think you’re a cool cat; a
genuine virgin, matter-of-fact. So don’t even start trying to understand
adult relationships.” She said, sipping her alcohol and chewing her gum as
one. Her eyes we’re slightly cross. Her small body probably ingested
already too much alcohol. She swayed where she sat; her eyes shared the
colour of her cropped crimson hair.

“Speaking of adult relationships” She continued, fumbling to her feet. She
walked over to her boyfriend and whispered something in his ear. He smiled
and followed her to the furthest cabin; the one marked “3”. Yasmina sighed
and finished her drink. “What are you thinking about, over there?” She

“Frankly?” Sarah asked.

“Frankly.” Yasmina answered.

“This night sucks!”

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