An Old Rivalry (StoryADay)

“Wow, you must really hate Mackenzie,” Fabian said to Shara as he noticed her glaring at the other girl. Shara was sure Mackenzie wasn’t serious, not if she had anything to say about that.

Of course, Fabian didn’t know that Shara knew Mackenzie before they both became students at Harrison Creek High School. Back then, Shara knew Mackenzie as Denise Tillman when they were living in San Francisco; Shara was 10 years old and Denise was 12. Denise was a troublemaker while Shara was a good student. Denise was also a bully, as she bullied one of Shara’s friends, Christina McAllen, for being disabled.

“Well, you can say I knew her a long time ago,” said Shara. “But I don’t like her, not where it counts.”

“Whatever,” said Fabian, not knowing that the truth about about to come out…

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A Mysterious Situation (StoryADay)

You’re not going to believe what happened, but I’m telling you the truth. But you have to promise not to say anything until I have finished speaking, OK?

Several weeks ago, my friends and I received a message which described a mysterious incident that occurred in San Francisco, California. In fact, the incident occurred over six years ago. I don’t know what to make of it, as it had been a year since I moved to Harrison Creek, Oregon from San Francisco. And to make the story more interesting, the message was addressed to me, saying that I needed to help Randal McAllen find out what happened to his younger sister Christina, who had disappeared over six years ago.

At this, I didn’t know what to do or say. All I knew was that Randal and Christina didn’t get along, and Randal hated anyone who spoke to her, which included teachers. I was among those brave enough to be friends with Christina, which earned me Randal’s wrath.

So why would he ask me to help him find his sister? As far as I knew, she could have ran away from home due to the hate she was given, especially from her own brother and parents. If I was in her shoes, I would make sure that I was never found.

So, I have no choice but to take this case. Who knows? Maybe finding out what happened to Christina McAllen would help me in the long run.

An Unlikely Meeting (StoryADay)

You may not know about this story, but I do. Don’t forget, Jacquel Rassenworth knows many stories, not just the stories about Shara Shinnok.

Here’s how this story goes:

I, Jacquel Rassenworth, will admit right now that I wasn’t always the cool girl you saw in many stories. In fact, I was more of a nerd than the Meme Queen. To put it bluntly, I was the stereotypical nerd, with the thick-rimmed glasses, carrying the trapper keeper binder and my pencils in the pencil case, and my clothes were so nerdy (case in point: white button down shirts and plaid skirts, complete with knee-high socks and patented leather shoes), my mother would have cried if she saw me dressing like that, if she was still alive.

In contrast, Christina McAllen was a girl who probably could have used a makeover. I mean, most of her clothes resembled jumpsuits they used in the mental hospitals and her hair looked like her mother didn’t bother to comb it. It was no wonder people made fun of her, as she looked more like a mental patient than a student at St. Francis Elementary School.

So, how did we meet?

Well, nobody at the school is allowed to talk to Christina (save for a selected group of students) and not even the teachers could interact with her. Christina’s parents couldn’t help her and her brother Randal was a jerk to her. I mean, the girl spends most of her days playing with dolls instead of going outside and making friends, for crying out loud!

Well, I also play with dolls, but that’s not the point.

Anyway, I was outside at the mall when Christina showed up. Looks like her mother finally cracked and told her to “get out of the house and don’t come back until you look about 75% decent”. (if it were me, dad would have me looking 100% decent.) Christina was sitting on a bench outside a store looking forlorn, as people walked by, glaring at her, wishing she could just crawl in a ditch somewhere and die. I felt sorry for her; this is no way for a girl like her to live.

So I decided to do something about it.

Christina saw me and said, “You must be that nerd girl.”

“I do have a name,” I said. “But I don’t see anyone using yours.”

“I’ve noticed,” said Christina. “It’s sad that people would rather see me dead than in school.”

“And nobody’s allowed to pick on nerds, so they take it out on disabled kids,” I said. “Translation: stupid. Stupid. I am very stupid. Are there no vengeful people looking to shoot me?”

Christina snorted with laughter as I continued, “You can’t pick on nerds because they can outdo you on the tests, but you can pick on disabled children and make them weak and bleed internally. I don’t know who I can’t stand more: the bullies who pick on you, or the people who are forced to sit back and watch it happen. That’s why Milton Holt shot up his school back in 2002. But we won’t let that happen again.”

So, how am I planning to do that? Christina stared at me, wondering what I was planning. I thought about the people who made fun of her and wondered what would happen if I were to hit them back for all the times they could have bullied me.

Then it hit me.

To make a long story short, 15 posters that depicted the kids who often made fun of Christina McAllen were all over the school, with the students laughing at THEM. Plus, thanks to me, Christina got a decent makeover, but no one could say a kind thing to her. Yet little did I know that when I met Christina McAllen, I would end up becoming the Meme Queen, who used memes to hit back at people who did things I didn’t like.

And that’s for a different story.

Writer’s Clue (StoryADay)

Before the story about Taylor Parker’s disappearance and how she was erroneously known as my cousin Tanya Shinnok, I once knew a girl named Christina McAllen. If anything, Christina reminded you of Taylor; she had a way of making you feel special, but bullied those who sought to destroy her. In hindsight, Christina and Taylor weren’t that much different, but they were.

I knew Christina from my days in St. Francis Elementary School, when one of the teachers made me and three other girls named Joanna Marshall, Sabella Tucker, and Rebecca Walker sit with her at lunchtime. The rest of the school bullied anyone else who spoke to Christina until they dumped her. The funny thing was, though, no one in the school bothered Joanna, Sable, Becky, or me, not even if we spoke to Christina in a public place.

And what Christina went through, Taylor also went through, yet Taylor didn’t experience the abuse Christina went through. I wondered what did Taylor have that Christina didn’t have in terms of being treated kindly in the school? Something had to give.

Yet, when Christina disappeared, no one seemed to care. No one liked her, and they were more than relieved when the news broke out that Christina was gone. Not so with Taylor, as when she disappeared, the police tore apart the city until she was eventually found and returned to her family. As for Christina, she was found dead TWO years after she disappeared. The person who found her dead went into witness protection to protect him from the people who would come after him for finding Christina’s remains.

So, what’s the clue in this story? It seemed that people preferred Taylor over Christina, which was why the police was willing to help find Taylor and leave Christina to die. And believe me, that’s the worst part about this story.