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SEPTEMBER 5, 2010
i was waiting for the bus outside of my high school with my cousin sydney
some girl was kind of chasing or trying to herd the buses as they came in, i started laughing and said ‘oh my god’
sydney said ‘that is katrina gull, that is the girl who brought a knife’
on the first day of school katrina gull had brought a knife on the bus and was suspended until the day i saw her chasing/herding buses
she was shorter and had more body fat than me
she wore purple glasses and had greasy hair
she carried a big lunch box that seemed like it was a mini cooler or something
she got on the same bus as my cousin and i
her stop was before ours
why was she carrying so many books
when sydney and i were walking home i said something about how we should talk to her, it would be funny and maybe she is a vampire
sydney said once katrina saw her cat at the bus stop and said ‘you must be a witch, i am too...don't tell anyone’
then a chipmunk fell out of a tree and i thought that i should bring it for knife girl as a gift but i didn't
SEPTEMBER 10, 2010
i felt more outgoing than usual and purposely sat one row behind and next to knife girl
she had a drawing
i waited until she looked at me and asked what the drawing was of
she said it was a fairy in a flower
it looked like a profile view of a fairy with very hard nipples in a tornado
i asked if the fairy was naked
knife girl said no
i said ‘oh, her clothes are just invisible’ and knife girl laughed
she tilted her head back and i could see up her nostrils
she said ‘i can tell I'm gonna like you, i’m katrina’
she held out her hand and i said ‘i'm mallory’ and i kind of touched her limp hand
i felt excited like ‘this is going to work’ regarding talking to an insane girl
i started smiling nervously because i felt the situation was absurd
she said ‘your smile...it’s like mine…you've got something evil in your smile’
she was talking loudly and we were very close to the bus driver
i asked her what she meant
she paused then asked me if i ever laugh to myself to get people to ask me what i’m thinking of
sydney was sitting in a seat next to me out of knife girl's view laughing uncontrollably
i said ‘no, not on purpose’
she said ‘oh, you must think i am funny’
i said ‘yeah’
she said ‘you should see me when i walk into that lunch room, i turn into a black-white girl’
i said ‘what do you mean’
she said ‘i mean i use profanity and stick up my middle finger and say the n-word and get loud’
i laughed and said ‘oh my god’ while thinking about the bus driver's ears
she said ‘white people use the n-word like it’s bad, but black people use it for everything, even at thanksgiving dinner’
she then pretended to pray and while pointing at imaginary food across an imaginary table she shouted ‘amen pass the nigga’
she said she liked my necklace
i asked if she had any pets
she said ‘yes, a german shepherd and a squirrel’
her hair was so greasy...
i said ‘what is the squirrel's name, does it live in your house’
she said ‘it's name is fast-steady, fast-steady lived on my patio at my old apartment until my family moved, then he held onto the top of the car and came with us to our new house’
i asked her if she talked to him and if he talks back
she said ‘yeah, i talk to him but i have to pretend i don't know he can't talk back, it's like double pretending’
i said ‘fast-steady’ and laughed
knife girl then said something about me seeming evil like her again
i asked if she liked squirrels or chipmunks more
she said ‘squirrels’
i told her about the dead chipmunk that fell out of the tree by my house
she said ‘give it a proper funeral’ then something about crime shows and crime scenes
she said i would get along with her friends
it was her bus stop and she said goodbye
i said ‘goodbye forever’ and she laughed very hard
once she got off the bus she watched it drive away
SEPTEMBER 14, 2010
when i got out of class i made eye contact with knife girl while she was exiting another room
she said ‘hi, you look familiar’
i said i talked to her on the bus
we walked together for about two minutes
she said she is a deist and that she hates the catholic church because a catholic priest molested her uncle
SEPTEMBER 16, 2010
someone pushed knife girl onto the bus
she responded by yelling ‘don't put your hands on me’
the pusher yelled ‘no one wants to’
i heard her telling someone she sat by that when she was seven her sister jumped on her chest and broke two of her ribs
the ribs poked into her lung so an ambulance had to be called
she said she swore like an irish sailor in the ambulance and her mom couldn't cover her mouth to stop her swearing because she had to wear an oxygen mask
knife girl made an echo-y sounding ‘fucking shit’
the girl she was talking to said ‘oh’
OCTOBER 6, 2010
knife girl had to chase the bus after school
the bus driver yelled at her for running so close to the bus
he said he could have ran her over
knife girl sat down and initiated conversation with me by saying she is the founder of ‘outcasts of america’
she said they have a flag
it is a red circle with a peace sign inside of it with the words ‘outcasts of america’ around the circle
knife girl said forty percent of their members were in new jersey
i told her she should make t-shirts with their flag to fund a trip
she seemed very receptive to the idea
i asked her if ‘outcasts of america’ had regular meetings
she said every other sunday at her house
i asked if they had an initiation ceremony
she said each new member has to party for four hours to be in the group
i asked how they party
knife girl said they party by eating large amounts of sugar and then dancing on her portable dance floor in her house
once i got home i googled ‘outcasts of america’ and saw pages about child homelessness in america
OCTOBER 17, 2010
while walking into school knife girl approached me looking more rugged than usual
she had a crumpled paper in her hand and was wearing pants with comic strips printed on them
her hair was very greasy or sopping wet
she walked towards me and said ‘i missed my detention, now i have a saturday school but i can’t go’
i said ‘you should go or you will get suspended’
she said ‘but i cant go’
i asked ‘can you physically or mentally not go’
knife girl said ‘physically i can’t go, i have a lot of things to do this weekend’
i asked ‘like what’
she said ‘i have to mail commissions and watch my dog, he was just neutered’
i asked about the commissions
she said ‘i make thousands-of-dollars a month off of art commissions, i post pictures of my work on my aunt’s facebook’
i asked ‘what is your aunt’s name’
she said ‘kira sinclair’
i said ‘are you lying’
knife girl said ‘no, bitch’ in a loud joking voice
a teacher turned around and looked at her and she said ‘oh shit, i’m sorry’
OCTOBER 21, 2010
while walking to the bus knife girl approached me and said ‘i just thought of the perfect line’
i asked what the line was for
she said ‘the play i am writing’
i asked what the line was
she said ‘i can take you to the morgue or the hospital, which will it be’ in an irish accent and walked away
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