Kids are only getting worse...

       After only receiving harsh, nasty e-mails concerning information about Richard Madison, I started to lose hope in the search for my long lost friend. Maybe the people who wrote those nasty things were right. Maybe I was just a sicko, clinging onto old feelings. I decided I needed to get out of the house after realizing I had eaten nearly every Twinkie I received from a pie eating contest about a month ago, in which the grand prize was a lifetime supply of Twinkies. I drove out to my sister's house, where we both made lunch together and conversed. I wallowed on and on about Richard, face down on her kitchen counter like I had just been diagnosed with Blueosis. Before I knew it, my sister was slapping me across my face, telling me to get over this whole Richard debacle and move on. Succeeding my wake up call from my sister, the phone rang, giving my sister quite the wake up call as well.
    Without any explanation, my sister ordered me to drive her to her daughter's school, Palin Elementary. Along the way, the story slowly pilled out of my sister's twitching mouth. Apparently, Shelly, my niece, had been caught in the bathroom at lunch, salting the slug with couple of her friends. The choir teacher found them all huddled in one of the stalls, high out of their minds. When Shelly was asked by the principal why her and her friends did it, she said something under the lines of, "So what if we salt the slug? Ke$ha drinks and does drugs too! Just let me do what I want!"
    After I stopped laughing at Shelly's shout-out to Ke$ha, who recently was placed in rehab, I told my sister that although Shelly seemed like a bad apple, it was only a phase. After that statement I thought about my friendship with Richard. Was my love for Richard just a phase? Did he grow up and forget about me? Was I supposed to do the same?
     As we arrived at Palin Elementary, my sister told me that she'd probably be there for a while and that I should head back home. I still haven't heard back from her on what exactly came out of Shelly's teenage rebellion, but I'm sure life will go on for the both of them. As for me, I sleep another night alone, waiting for some sign that Richard's out there, possibly thinking of me.