Stereotypes In The Dumpster: A Narrative Fiction

"Thank you Ava." A smile spread across her face at my gratitude. One of the women in the room approached

I was standing there on the cabin porch as she laughed, raising her hand, pointing at my face and saying in front of a dozen other people, “He looks like an elf! Ha ha ha ha!” I was born with ears that are a little different and one side is a little different than the other. On top of that, the tumor removed from jawline left me with an even greater “different looking” circumstance to deal with everyday. Plastic surgeons can’t do much for me.

“Away, I’ve always obeyed so I would never find out.” She snickered and looked towards me, her eyes piercing my very being. “You look like you’d make a fine specimen, shall I take a closer look at

“I know,” said Eloise, stroking Kate’s cheek with her finger. “It’s cold, but we’ll get that sorted.” Eloise pulled a blanket off a chair, and lovingly covered her niece with it. She then went back to her own room, and promptly fell asleep.

"Get up honey, breakfast is ready." mom advises as she stands from my bed and smooths out her skirt, giveing me a thin smile as she slips out of my room. I rub my tired eyes, and sit up in my bed. A brown strand of hair falls in front of my eyes as I do so. Standing from my bed, I slide on my slippers and groggily walk to the bathroom. I grab my hair brush and pull my hair out of my face and into a loose ponytail.

Someone taps my shoulder gently, and I scribble my notes furiously so I can be done when I turn around. I cautiously look up at the front of the room, and the

Lilly glanced down the row of cars all parked up under the trees. A chill moved through her. She brought her knees up to her chest, pressed her thighs against her rib cage and let her head sink down. She needed to find a place to stay. She needed somewhere to sleep and she needed to be able to get ready tomorrow to make sure Bobby saw her looking hot again. Because he would kick himself once he saw her all made-up in a nice dress and nice shoes. He’d feel pretty dumb for avoiding her this last year over a stupid pair of flip-flops. But how was she going to be that girl who turned his head if she spent tonight sleeping rough? Lilly closed her eyes and tried not to let it upset her. Puffed up eyes was the last thing she

Feeling a hand pet her head, S/O assumed it was Kalifa. Suddenly, knowing her girlfriend was so close, it became hard to keep a relaxed and sleeping face. As her cheeks began to heat up. “What’s this?” they heard Kalifa say, removing the gift that was in S/O’s lap. “For me?” Kalifa said, seeing their name was written on the nicely wrapped gift. Time seemed to slow down as she could hear the gift being unwrapped. Everyone else in the room has gathered around the couple to see what the gift was. S/O could hear Kalifa gasp, in their hands was a homemade scrapbook contained of all their dating memories and friendship members. With paragraphs that seemed to be like a diary or the first person point of view of S/O. It was nicely decorated and towards the middle the pages were blank, but had a separate piece of paper that said, “I would be honored if you helped me fill in the rest of this scrapbook.” Kalifa had the biggest smile that anyone had ever seen, “Oh, S/O! Thank you!” S/O began to smile before realizing she had just given up the gig that she was pretending to sleep. “That’s okay S/O, I knew you were fake sleeping the whole time!” Kalifa

I toss the keys into the cupholder then I feel Andy staring at me yet again. Without looking, I know she has that wicked grin, plastered on the face that she is so proud of. I can just feel it.

“Uh huh. Well, it’s…” I yawn cutting her off, “Ok honey I think it is time for bed, it is 2:19, you need to sleep or your mom will never let you come over again.” I nod sleep dousing over me. She picks up the cards, guides me to my bed, tucks me in, kisses my forehead, and whispers I love you. She turns out the lights, heading for her own peaceful

“Thanks for listening than,” I mumble sarcastically. Well, I better scat. I don’t like the school after hours because its full of nothing but jocks and I don’t

I looked at her amazed. "What the fuck, Layla? I don't understand how you have so many goddamn crushes on each new trainer we see, boy or girl."

"What's happening?" she asked, but this time her words were heavy, and became intense. I stood up for a moment, meeting her eyes with mine. I let out a sigh as I glided down the wall and sat down. "Nothing," I whispered. "Go back to sleep while you can." I could see her tremble as she pulled the rotten cloth over her head and turn to her side, ignoring the stench and forcing herself to fall asleep.

Once in the bedroom she walked over to her bed, grabbing her bag off the ground. Lifting it up she placed it on the bed, reaching her hand out she grabbed hold of her computer. Shoving it into the bag. She took a few steps to the side, turned and made her way to the closet. Grabbed a sweater and in a swift motion pulled it over her head and down her body. Walking back over to her bed she took hold of the bag, draping the strap over her shoulder and head out off her room.

M: I must say, you have a very charming store here. I really love the brownstone exteriors.