Jun 24 2012, 10:16 PM
Nutritionists and doctors taught that frequent snacking was good for the health, so long as the foods were healthy choices. Nuts, fruits, vegetables… and the list went on, but certainly not on the list was fast food. It was difficult for Trudy to control herself, however, when both of her parents worked at the largest chain fast food restaurant in the world. They repeatedly brought home boxes of burgers made of chicken and beef and even fish and large boxes of salty French fries.
So it was natural for Trudy to have spare boxes of McDonald’s around her home. To her traumatizing disbelief, however, all of the boxes around the McNuggets’ living room were empty. Six of Trudy’s cats had eaten all of the food, leaving none for Trudy’s seventh and favourite cat. Trudy was devastated and had taken on the mission to walk to the fast food restaurant herself to visit her parents and feed her cat.
The hot summer air was doing absolutely nothing to soothe the red allergy bumps across Trudy’s face and neck as she shuffled back home from the restaurant, successfully carrying three boxes of Chicken McNuggets in her hands. As she gleefully whistled, however, Trudy caught a flash of straw-coloured hair diving into a dumpster and multiple empty food cartons being tossed this way and that.
Trudy stopped and hastily made her way towards the garbage dump, quite concerned. Inside was a girl probably around her age, seemingly searching for food. Trudy’s heart squeezed as she peered down at the girl. Sighing sadly at the pile of misery in front of her, Trudy slowly opened the boxes of the McNuggets in her hands and said, “You should be grateful, you know, my cat’s starving too.”
Jun 24 2012, 11:09 PM
God. It stank like grease and cat piss. What did you expect, Babette? The blonde child wrinkled her nose as she kicked then wrestled another puffy black garbage bag to the side, over the ledge of the disposal site at the back of the McDonald’s restaurant. Under the scalding sun, she made sure to duck whenever a car pulled up at the drive thru, or whenever the audience of crows signaled for trouble. She didn’t need interruptions thank you. She didn’t need people to know what she was doing, or what she was looking for.
The latest bag she’d kicked out from the bin felt light and fluffy, probably of napkins. No sign of that size six ring. She had to keep looking.
Her fingers were stuck among some very questionable material like decaying lettuce, and expired muffins. Worst of all, her straw-colored hair sticking out in every direction like a stack of improperly packed hay obstructing her view in this wholesome quest for the lost ring. She was friggin’ Frodo. Only not. She was the girl who lost her mother’s wedding ring in a McDonald’s dumpster. Clearly, different.
Babette Gore seized on the spot as she pushed her bangs out from her eyes only to find a girl had caught her red handed, literally, as her hands were smeared in ketchup and god knows what else. Fortunately, the girl didn’t call the cops; instead she ripped open the box of what was later revealed to be chicken nuggets. Babette eyed her with disgust, “Then maybe you should give that to your cat,” She scowled, who in the right mind would speak with a stranger you found in a dumpster? “Now leave me alone,
Jun 25 2012, 02:38 AM
Trudy was surprised at the girl’s unexpected response and for one brief moment, her heart squeezed again but this time in irritation. She quickly calmed down, though, and observed the blonde carefully. Her clothes were definitely not shabby—if anything, they were much higher quality than hers (though Trudy sometimes walked around in potato sacks so everything was much higher quality than whatever she wore)—and she seemed to be chucking half-eaten drumsticks to the side.
The dark-haired girl quickly grew suspicious of her newfound acquaintance. Was she or was she not searching for food?? Had that foul-mouthed blonde found her nice set of clothes from the dumpster, too? Perhaps from some dumpsters from Richpersonshire or Ihavelotsofmoneyshire? Then immediately, Trudy felt an overwhelming amount of sympathy for the girl and an understanding for her snappy attitude.
Though Trudy wasn’t from a family terribly in poverty, the McNuggets were certainly not the wealthiest. Both the McNugget parents worked at the fast food restaurant and Trudy only ever got money for milking their neighbour’s mother’s cows. A month’s worth of money that Trudy had earned had to be repaid, too, for her cats had attacked one of the cows. But that’s an irrelevant story.
“Calm down, sista from anotha mista,” Trudy put her hands in the air to show that she was unarmed and ready for friendship. “Just trying to help anotha brotha live in the hood.”
Jun 25 2012, 03:10 AM
Babette had trust the girl would go without a second warning. Just how often would someone stop by a garbage dumpster to converse with a complete, she did not know, however, she would put her money on, it being rare to never. So thank god this wasn’t a betting game, because then she would’ve lost.
The brunette hadn’t moved an inch in any direction as far as her shoes were concerned.
More often than not, the array of people, she’d met from all walks of life tended to agree with her. Like that one time, she convinced a blinded homeless person that she was a purple talking Chihuahua after she waved a banknote in front of his darkened shades. The man was happy to agree. Then there was her sitter whom happily covered for her absence at the promise of a under the table babysitting bonus, paid out in cash. People around her tended to agree with her, when she bounced coins off of their nose.
“Is it money you want? I haven’t got any, now shoo.” She gritted then bared her teeth at the stranger whose shoes were firmly planted on concrete, almost in a determined stance that she wasn’t going anywhere. It made sense, no money, no deal. She placed her ketchup drenched hands on her hips, “Look, I haven’t got an idea on what you are talking about, I don’t need your chicken nuggets or your psychobabble. Now if you are smart you’ll leave me alone, I won’t ask again,” She warned and clenched her fists.
Jun 25 2012, 03:53 AM
Of course Trudy wanted money! Who didn’t want money? But she shook her head in response. People usually offered stuff a second time anyway, and then Trudy had to answer, “Well, if you say so…” and take the stuff, not because she wanted to. It made her look less greedy. Trudy had clearly missed the second part (“I haven’t got any”) of the girl’s retort.
“Relax, relax…” Trudy inhaled deeply and exhaled loudly. “Breathe in the fresh air that we have been blessed with this very day.” The area clearly lacked any bit of fresh air because of the numerous dumpsters that were overflowing but the putrid stench was hardly anything to ruin Trudy’s mood. In fact, it almost relaxed her (it smelled a little like cat excrement) and it allowed her mind to travel away from her worries about Cat #7 not being fed.
Trudy casually picked up a soiled napkin off the ground and tossed it around in her hands. “Well, I’m Trudy and you can call me Trudy. Catch!” She then flung the napkin towards the blonde. It was sort of like an icebreaker game she had learned at music camp where the ball held the position for the speaker. Hopefully Blondie had attempted music camp, too.
Jun 25 2012, 04:47 AM
“What part of, ‘just go’ don’t you understand?” She motioned at the yellow striped lane that led to EXIT at the end. The sun hung above her head not unlike a blinding halo. Babette brushed the back of her hand, the only clean part against her itching nose, blue eyes narrowing further at each ticking second. Droplets of sweat were beginning to collect at her pointy chin. She brushed those away then swallowed drily. The other girl wasn’t getting the blatant hint. Bab would’ve felt sorry, had she capacity for frivolous concerns.
Snort. Babette squinted through her lashes at the joke of a girl before her. The brunette, unlike Babette was not baking in the dumpsters like the apple pie they sold inside the restaurant. Bab rolled her eyes at the suggestion. This Muggle girl was asking her to relax, in the dumpsters out of all places. Did she think this small heap of wastage could magically transform into a mountain of gold, or maybe a natural hot spring akin to the one Babette’s mother often port-keyed to?
“I can’t breathe because it frigging stinks in here and you are making it worse, why am I even wasting my breath with you,”
No kidding. Her plan of finding the ring and racing home before sun down was ruined, long before a soggy napkin made contact with her temples, catching her off guard. The blonde landed on her bum, hands squishing through some nasty sort of brown liquid. Opting to keep her word, Babette leaped at her attacker. “Eat this ruddy Trudy,” A dirty fist slammed square on the other girl’s face. She smeared whatever was on her hand all over the rude girl’s face and shirt. This was more satisfying than seeing her mum cursing the idiot to the high heavens, yes, Babette was a fan of DIY.
Jun 25 2012, 05:03 AM
This girl was quite the moody one. Trudy frowned, wondering what could possibly put someone in such a bad mood. Being in a dumpster was really not as awful as the media made it seem. There were many hidden treasures past the rancid diapers and rotting food (though Trudy couldn’t say for she had never taken a dive in the dumpster herself).
Then all of a sudden, a blond mess of fury flew down at poor Trudy and shoved a (Mc)flurry of suspicious brown sauce and tomato sauce onto her cheeks and into her mouth. And then a fist slammed into Trudy’s jaw, a sudden jolting pain shooting through her teeth and sending her shivering in pain. But the pain was only momentary.
Trudy looked up to see the blonde rather content with her fist attack. The young McNugget was quite pleased, too, to see that someone else had his or her dreams fulfilled. Trudy beamed brightly at her new friend, the pain of her jaw immediately dissipating. She wiped the blood from her mouth onto her hands and declared,"My blood is brighter than chicken blood!” She picked herself up from the ground to shake the blonde’s hand when she noticed all the slime on her white t-shirt.
“Awwww yeaaaa!” Trudy hooted, pumping her fist in the air. “It’s like a free tie-dye shirt!”
Jun 25 2012, 05:20 AM
That ought to do it, Babette thought cheerfully to herself. This wasn’t the first time she’d punched someone, though it was one of those few occasions she punched someone for free. Sometimes she really hated this world, because you just had to pay for everything other than house elves. She’d heard her mother complaining about radical groups trying to free elves from slavery. Those people were just as crazy as this dolt she was using as a punching bag. They all deserved a good smack around.
Unfortunately for the young girl, her contentment only lasted about three seconds because the other girl giggled and ruined the moment for her. The problems with freebies was often that quality could not be controlled or assured.
You weren’t supposed to giggle like you bloody enjoyed being punched…again, it brought the question of what was wrong with this strange creature Babette had seized, then released by the collar. At least her hands were clean now.
Babette reached into her pocket and produced a container that looked to be a regular blush palette, as it clicked open the blonde grinned wickedly, “You’ll like this too, snow in mid July and freeeee!” She sprinkled pink powder on the girl and cackled. Any moment now, she’d plop.
Jun 26 2012, 02:40 AM
Trudy took a moment to admire her newly modernised shirt and wished she had a mirror to take a look at herself. There was a chance there was a mirror inside the dumpster but Trudy thought it rude if she left the blonde and took a dive by herself. Besides, Trudy only enjoyed distorting mirrors at carnivals. Otherwise she thought of herself as too vain for spending more than three seconds in front of one.
It was as if the blonde read Trudy’s mind as she reached into her pocket and pulled out some sort of strange makeup container. Trudy’s mother was a makeup fanatic and adored smearing blue shadow all over her eyes and from what Trudy had seen, there were always mirrors in those little compacts. It was as if the two girls were learning every bit about each other in the few minutes they had interacted.
Two Trudy’s surprise, however, the girl instead sprinkled some of the dusty powder onto Trudy. Exchanging gifts already?? When had their relationship gotten this far? “I hate to be the one to say this,” Trudy began as she rubbed the pink powder into her shirt, “But I think we’re moving too quickly. I’m not ready for this yet.”
Then Trudy turned serious and stared at the girl apprehensively. “Also, I don’t know if you know this but snow is white.”
Jun 26 2012, 03:25 AM
That ought to be enough—that was half the palette being scraped off and onto the brunette’s head, like pink dandruff, covering over actual dandruff. Babette was stingy with it; her allotment of Pretty In Pink All Purpose Powder was not an allotment at all. Her mother wasn't aware that it was missing from the cabinet and while there were still a half box full of this questionable trial test product (which was produced by Gore Ltd.) it was probably a good idea to go easy with the dust, as it was still under trials, for the ground classified-animal horn in the product gave users skin rashes, temporary blindness and sometimes cardiac arrest in elderly cases. The girl was around her age, so she’ll be fine right?
“Why aren’t you on the ground yet,” Technically the brunette was, this whole time on the ground, but Babette had meant more like why the girl wasn’t a plank on the ground. Dropping dead like old people. She gritted her teeth at the Muggle girl, that was thirty seconds too long of a wait and dumped the whole thing on her, then dusted off her hands by clapping the last bits off.
Who cared if the snow was white or black?
“Down,” She commanded through gritted teeth, “I said, down, Muggle.”
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