Friday, October 24, 2008

A short story written by N-dolla

Here is a short story that I wrote last spring semester. Enjoy the read.


Found in a remote ditch a mile from the family home, Virginia Police were faced with the discovery of a decomposed body of a female fifteen-year-old student. The county coroner was called in and within three days of discovering the body the identity of the female student was that of Erin Basil, a former Virginia High School student. There was lacerations to the hands and feet and as well as a stab wound to the upper torso. She had been missing for more than a year after having been last seen at Faye Duran’s house in February 1995. For that point on Basil’s parents were searching for their daughter since her disappearance. The last person to see Erin alive was Faye.

A Virginia Police spokesperson contacted Faye’s parents Francis, a forty-year-old, stay-at-home mom and Edwin Duran a forty-two-year-old construction business owner, with news of the discovery of Erin’s body and also was given in detail, the condition of the body, and its location. Faye, a sixteen-year-old student and high school varsity cheerleader, hid behind a set of stairs and closely listened to the phone conversation that her mother was having with the police detective, and immediately flashback to the events of February 1995. “Should I confess?” Faye thought. “No one was supposed to find her,” she continued thinking. As Francis hung up the phone and had a quick word with Edwin, she called on Faye, who was nearby and told her the horrific news of the Virginia police detectives’ discovery of Erin’s body. Lost in her thoughts, Faye’s reaction was concealed with, “Oh, my God!” and asked where did they find Erin’s body. “The detectives said that (Erin’s) body was discovered in a remote ditch a mile from here behind some woods and just three days ago they were able to fully make a positive ID on the body.” Francis hugged her daughter, as Faye was able to wail to despair of her, deceased friend, but she knew the real truth leading up to the night in question. Edwin padded his daughter and told her that all of them will see Erin at the morgue. Faye looked up and said, “Who could have done this to her?” Both parents had no answer.
The next day, Faye went to school and was immediately bombarded with questions from mutual friends of her and Erin’s and Faye tried her best to tell them what her mom told her. A funeral was schedule for the following week and friends and family of Erin’s were invited as well as the distraught parents. “My mom said that the police are working hard on the case to find out who did this, and I hope that they catch him” she told her classmates. “Did the police have any idea who did it?” asked sixteen-year-old Mabel Auburn. Faye shook her head no. “What do you mean who did it?” Stephen Jay, a fifteen-year-old varsity football player said. “(Erin) was always looking for trouble; I mean she was on the cheerleading team and a straight-A student. A geek. But she had a wild side.” Auburn shot back, “How do you know?” Jay said, “I didn’t have to know. I saw it.” “Stop it, both of you!” Faye shouted. Both Auburn and Jay looked at each other and then at Faye with mouths wide open. “Look, this isn’t about the two of you, this is about Erin, my best friend.” As soon as she said, “my best friend” there was a flashback. Erin and Faye were planning to runaway from their parents’ home because they were tried of having to live by house rules. Erin revealed to Faye that she wanted to be able to date saying, “I’m fifteen and…well…Faye promise you will not tell a soul about this.” “I won’t, I promise.” “You promise, promise.” “Yes, I promise, promise,” Faye answered. “Okay, well, if you promise, promises, then you have to swear on your New Kids on the Block t-shirt,” Erin said. “Okay, I swear on my New Kids on the Block t-shirt, I will not tell,” Faye said. After being ceremonious sworn to secrecy, Erin spilled the beans. “Remember when I told you that I didn’t have a boyfriend?” Faye nodded. “Well, I lied, I do have a boyfriend. Both giggled. “No, no, okay but remembered Faye you promised not to tell a soul, and I’m keeping you to that promise.” “I remembered and I won’t tell.” “Not even my parents.” “Not even your parents.” Now that the air was clear Faye wanted to details but Erin wasn’t about to and said that is why both of them should just runaway together; go out on an adventure. Faye was no angel herself. She also wanted to date and had crushes on all the guys on the varsity team, especially Don Esel, the seventeen-year-old varsity quarterback, but she thought better of it then to tell Erin. As Stephen and Mabel took the invitation to the funeral, Faye had sweat coming down her forehead, and Mabel asked, “Are you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine. The funeral is a 7 p.m. at the First Baptist Church of Virginia. See you there.”

More than 200 family, friends, including and Stephen and Mabel, and teachers gathered into the First Baptist Church. Erin Basil was remembered as a bright, energetic and loving teenager, who could lit up a room full of people with just her smile. A varsity cheerleader at Virginia High, Erin also loved going to school and was also studying. But she had a fun side to her according to Erin’s mother Betty. “Although she lived only fifteen years, Erin will always be my little girl. She loved life and what I will miss most about her is that infectious smile. But she is with God now, her father Greg and I are sure that He will take care of her. I love you, Erin.” Everyone was beginning to cry, including Faye’s parents. In finishing her remarks, Betty sat and quietly started sobbing as to not be a distraction for those in attendance. Faye, herself, had weary eyes and was determined not to let the saddest get to her. She’d wiped a tear from her cheek from time-to-time. Erin’s father Greg also spoken about his daughter, and was also overcome with emotion. However, that saddest so turned in anger as he addressed the person responsible for his daughter’s murder. “I will not stop until I find the bastard who killed my precious little girl.” The funeral lasted an hour and as everyone was leaving, those in attendance hugged Erin’s parents. The Duran family also hugged them and when Betty saw Faye she told her that Erin would have appreciated her coming. “Thank you,” Betty said.


As they made their way home, Edwin and Francis were talking about what a terrible loss of the Basil’s daughter. “You see Faye, that is why we have rules at home,” Edwin said. “I don’t want you to become a wild teenager and hang out with the wrong crowd. While it’s a terrible loss of a young life, I don’t want my daughter or any other child of mine to be thinking that he or she can take on the world. There are crazy people out there. What would have happened if you committed a crime, Faye? Then what would you have done? Faye only heard the part but ignored the beginning. The thought of the murder returned and Faye was almost to the point of wanting to tell them, someone, and anyone about what happened. Having known each other all their lives Faye and Erin were like sisters who shared everything. Everything from their favorite music, bands, foods, crushes, and of course secrets. The thing that they had in common was having been raised with strict parents and rules ruled the household. Having to face that reality everyday was something that Faye wanted to change and get out of. Erin felt the same way, although at times she was conflicted because she said that her parents were just looking out for her.
During a visit to Faye’s room she rebuffed and said, “Erin, look if we follow our parents’ rules, we will never know what it feels like to be free from them.” Erin nodded in agreement, but at the same time thought about what her parents might think. “Okay, was what the plan?” Erin said. “We leave at midnight,” Faye said. “Midnight? Then what?” “Well, when we seek out then we will meet out near the alley about mile away, at fifty-five-year-old retired Navy officer Mr. William Saint Clair’s home.” “How do you plan to get there?” Erin asked. Faye looked at her in astonishment and replied, “I have a skateboard, remember?” And Erin had a bike, Erin thought to herself. “From there we take off on our adventure of exploring the outside world and it is the hell with rules!” Erin had one more question but before she could get it out, Faye was thinking the same thing. “What if are parents start to worry and come looking for us?” “Well,” Faye said, “we’ll figure something out. And when we come to that bridge, I know a friend who is willing to cover for us.” Erin was about to ask who but thought better of it. So, both of them settled to meet at midnight on February 13 and make a getaway like “Thelma and Louise.” “Okay,” Faye said, “but remember not a word to anyone, especially to Stephen and Mabel.” “Deal.”


At a quarter to midnight that February night, Faye packed as much as she could into her backpack, everything from a change of clothes and the essentials, she was heading toward Mr. Saint Clair’s house a mile away. Her heart was pounding so loud that she thought that she was going to pass out. However, she kept telling herself that running way was the only way to escape a world of rules. “I follow my own rules,” she thought to herself more than once. It was midnight and Erin came up the dirt road and stopped but was also extremely nervous. As a plan both put pillows under the covers to make their parents think they were in bed. There was no turning back, a new life awaited. Before leaving the house Faye sneaked quietly downstairs to the kitchen and grabbed a knife in case both of them ran into some deranged or homeless man, and tried to attack them. Faye didn’t mention it to Erin. Her thoughts were only about getting away from anyone and everything she knew. As Erin and Faye were about to embark on this adventure, Erin was perplexed and said, “Faye, wait…I’m not sure about this anymore. I mean, I’m not sure I want to go through with this.” Faye looked back and said, “What do you mean you’re not sure? You knew about this for a while and now you want to back down? No way Erin, no way, you are backing down now that you are this far.” “I know,” Erin said, “but…well…to be honest I actually like having to follow rules at home. It’s not so bad if you think about it. Having household rules has opened my eyes and made me realize that I want to be a good person and have a better life. I mean think about it Faye. The reason for our parents have set rules for us is because they want us to be good people and have a better life then they had. Don’t you see?” Faye had heard this a million times before. As she tried to convince Erin to go with her on their adventure it was to no avail. Frustration poured out from Faye as she told Erin all the trouble she went through to do this and how she felt betrayed. Faye grabbed Erin and said, “No, you can’t go back there!” And when Erin tried to release her wrist from Faye’s grip, Erin turned to face Faye and Faye reached into her pocket for the knife and stabbed Erin in the upper torso.

When Faye realized what she’d done and the knife was lodged into Erin’s torso, she franticly said, “Erin…Erin…Erin…and screamed, “NO!” For what seemed like an eternity, Faye clutched to the body of Erin and buried her face in Erin’s sweater sobbing uncontrollably. Faye padded Erin’s head like a child and repeatedly said, “I’m sorry” to her. After a few moments, Faye tried to regain her composure and noticed that there was a pool of blood beside her. She tried franticly to wipe the blood of her own sweater, but it was too much blood. The only thing that Faye knew was that she needed to move the body. She kicked a mountain of dirt on the blood that was there and with precision moved Erin’s body to an area behind Mr. William Saint Clair’s house. She began to dig and within two hours dug a grave six feet deep. Faye moved the body slowly in the grave and when it was in place poured the dirt over the shallow grave. After finishing, Faye began to rethink the plan of leaving. She returned home and hid the evidence and hid underneath the covers of her bed. Her mind was racing. Her heart pounding. Her life was forever changed. The following morning, Faye was tired and a nervous-wreck. Francis and Edwin noticed that Faye was acting weird but both thought that she was only going through that adolescent phase. Faye was trying every bit to conceal her secret. At the dinner table, Faye was in a comatose state and jumped when Francis touched her. “Are you okay, Faye?” Francis asked. Edwin was thinking the same. “I’m fine, everything couldn’t be better, why?” “Well, you look, kind of pale,” Francis said. “Are you sure you’re alright?” “Of course,” Faye said weakly, “I’m fine.” End of discussion.

Now that the Virginia Police Department had the body of Erin Basil, the next step was to find her killer. However, there was very limited evidence to suspect anyone. The lead detective Mark Toms a fifty-year-old said that there might be a list of suspects. Everyone from Stephen Jay, or Mabel Auburn, or Faye Duran. The suspects were called in Jay and Auburn swore on the Bible that they were not involved in the murder of Erin Basil. The only thing that they knew was that Erin had Faye had a close friendship. Faye was bought in for questioning. Toms was quick to question her if she knew anything about the murder. “I swear that I had nothing to do with Erin’s murder,” Faye said. “Where were you when she disappeared?” Toms asked. “I was home, in bed,” she lied. “Did she say anything, tell you if she was going out to meet anyone or if she was having problem. Faye shook her head no to all the questions. With Erin’s face, clear in her mind and the look on her face when it happened Faye was looking at twenty-five years to life in prison for Erin’s murder, but she couldn’t bring herself to say that she did it. She couldn’t tell anyone, not even her parents. Faye went home, packed her bag again and was planning her escape for murder. She wasn’t going to confess, she thought. “I can’t go to prison,” she said out loud. Thoughts wandered as Faye decided her next move. She headed out the door and returned to the site of the murder from a year ago. The area was now abandoned. Faye thought of Erin and the long lasting friendship they had. Both of them would have done anything for each other.


After more than a year after her death DNA results came back and found that Faye was indeed the last person to see Erin alive. Faye’s blood was found on the sweater and blue jeans that Erin was wearing the night of the murder. Police detectives served a search warrant for the arrest of Faye Duran much to the surprise of her parents who wanted an explanation but none was given. Faye told her parents that it was going to be okay. Faye’s parents followed the police car to police headquarters. Detective Mark Toms questioned Faye about what happened at the night of the murder and if she was the last person to see her alive. “What happened?” Toms asked. Faye arrogantly replied, “Oh, you don’t want the details detective. And besides what makes you think that I murdered her?” Toms showed her DNA results from the sweater and jeans, but it was inconclusive on the knife used during the murder. At the time of the incident, Faye had worn black gloves so fingerprints were not found on the weapon, which led to the inclusive results. Having pressed Faye about her involvement in the murder and narrowing getting a confession out of her, Toms asked his last question, “Why did you do it?” The sixteen-year-old only smirked and walked out of the police station with her parents, without a response.

Things DO come in small packages!

I have laid low for a while and that explains why I having been blogging as much. What's been happening. Remember when an article said to go out and meet people for those who are going through a hard time and can't find work? Well, that is the end result for me. I would not call the people "friends" but more "acquaintances."

The people I have been nice. And that to me is cool. IF there is anything I want to make clear about the word "friendship" I have a hard time with that word with anyone. I am just here to hopefully make people laugh, and there have been people say that I am nice. I try. But if I make you laugh or smile; that to me means a lot.

And to note: Nov. 4 is coming so I will be Election Inspector on that Tuesday. And hopefully there will be pictures...

Lastly, on Wednesday someone called me "Shorty." I am probably 5' 1½" and I'm 5'2" with my shoes on. But you know. Tauruses have a fierce temper and pride so small things DO come in small packages...

"Shorty" N-dolla

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

N-dolla's new do and pictures to prove it

Well, hello everyone! Here are the latest pictures of mio. I know that I have been posting, (like I said before) but what have I been thinking. But I decided to cut my hair almost two weeks ago. So, in a sense, I let go of the ponytail. Yes, for years I have had the ponytail that was "my look." And now look what I've done.

Now, that I have time to think there is something that I wanted to talk about. The 10-year Santa Fe High School reunion that I am told is happening this Friday. I am keeping with what I said and NOT going. Why should I?

To me, even 10 years after high school why would I want to relive the nightmare that I had trouble letting go off. I always believe that you never forget those who treated you like shit but you always remember those who treated you with kindness. Thanx to all of those people who treated me with kindness (all of you know who you are).

That to me is important...So, what do you think of the new hairdo? No change or the next star. Wait...I am already...


Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Top 10 reasons NOT to be Homecoming Queen

With the Homecoming Court now known and now the hard choice of choosing the 2008-09 Homecoming Queen here is the Top 10 reasons NOT to be Homecoming Queen:

No. 10: Be careful NOT to stick out your tongue.

No. 9: Making sure that the dress in NOT too tight, otherwise you won't be able to walk.

No. 8: I thought that there was enough with beauty pageants (Ms. Universe, Ms. USA, etc) I was wrong.

No. 7: This is all about popularity, what else is new.

No. 6: Isn't being thin something that the industry deals with. Homecoming only exploits it.

No. 5: I had a question, if women have a Homecoming, where is the Homecoming for men?

No. 4: If the wrong person gets the crown, just be aware of the word, "heffa."

No. 3: With that said, aren't all of them "heffas?"

No. 2: Like I asked before, with so much makeup on, how many jokers does one need?

And the No. 1 reason NOT to be Homecoming Queen: Be glad there isn't an open know what I mean?

And lastly, here is Madonna shirt No. 33...


Wednesday, October 1, 2008

New pic and Cerritos' Homecoming

Here is a new N-dolla pic. This is the picture that I took yesterday as part of the thought of the 17-year anniversary of us being in the City of Santa Fe Springs. But as you can see I am NOT drinking alcohol. Damn, I should have put color in it for a real drink.

Well, hopefully you like the pic...

As for the Cerritos College's Homecoming. I was part of it in the fall of 2006, and I have to tell you aren't those who are part of the Homecoming Court tired of looking like a clown?