About a Girl

Posted on Tue Apr 18th, 2023 @ 8:03am by Alonzo Blazevic

768 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Bangor or Bust
Location: Bangor, Maine
Timeline: Monday, August 20th, 2010

Climbing up to a teenager's second floor bedroom was actually not unfamiliar for Alonzo, though it was more like riding bike, something he himself had not done in a while, but it came back naturally to him. The last time he was climbing up and into a teenager's window was when he was about Ethan's age, about the time his father and him were at their most rocky of a relationship.

The good ol days thought Alonzo, not that he was happy to be haunted by those memories as he climbed up the lattice work that had English ivy woven in and out all through it. They were far from good and not even that long ago, but his father had since passed away and even the rockiest of times and hardest of memories to swallow were still days he had his father around, even if it meant shouting at him or being shouted back at by him.

He had climbed in through the window and tumbled over, his maglite rolling a bit towards Ethan's bed. Okay, not as graceful as I used to be thought Alonzo as he reached out and grabbed the flashlight and turned it on, and brushing off the clumsiness. Alonzo was here for a reason and that reason was to find answers, and ideally to do so quickly because he was not sure how long his special pizza was going to keep authorities out of his hair.

As he explored the teenage boy's bedroom, he was not finding anything that was odd. There were the usual things - cheap body spray and cologne that smelt like a boy's high school locker room. Alonzo could not find any alcohol, nothing to smoke, not even a pack of cigarettes. Ethan did not even appear to have so much as a lighter. He may have been into street racing, but who wasn't at his age, what with the Fast & Furious films, and of course Ethan had a poster on his wall.

He smiled a little when he saw that Ethan had a bit of a DVD collection, some good horror films. Then it hit him. "Oh of course" muttered Alonzo as he realized that was exactly what the people of Bangor would eat up in the narrative of a deranged son snapping and what? Eating the faces off his parents? It was not the sort of thing a normal fan of watching horror films would do, but it was exactly what white suburbia would consume and allow to contaminate their view of Ethan.


More snooping around uncovered much of the same, nothing stood out. Ethan definitely was not like Alonzo. Alonzo as a teenager wrote about everything, journaled things...blogged. The police had probably taken any laptop or computer already, something Alonzo confirmed after a few minutes of searching. Then, he did find something that caught his attention on the boy's book shelf, a school year book.

Alonzo had skimmed through it and turned to the end, the place where one expected to find signatures from classmates and other students from the school, maybe an occasional teacher. Have a good summer Have a great summer plagued the pages used for signatures and messages. All indications of a boy with few friends and not making much of a mark, but there was one student who had a bit to write.

Pink, curly, and girly thought Alonzo as he studied the entry. It was polite, not exactly something you got from a girlfriend, but someone that was definitely trying to be nice. "Vienna Quinn" he read the name. He immediately searched through the year book to find out more about Vienna, what she looked like. What he did find was she was pretty looking and older than Ethan, not in the same class. Oddly, though her picture was encircled by a heart in ink, and Alonzo suspected that it wasn't Vienna had done to Ethan's book.

Taking another look around the room, Alonzo saw something he did not initially see. On Ethan's desk was a flyer for the upcoming festival and it looked like he has been looked at recently. The dates on in it were circled. Interesting thought Alonzo. Feeling like he was overstaying his snooping, Alonzo grabbed the yearbook and headed out of the window and down the latticework. It was time to get the hell out of there and get back to his car, and put more distance between him and the police that had dozed off in their squad car.

 

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