Lion’s Pizza Part: VII

Editors Note: Please  read the other parts found here: Part:1Part :2, Part:3, Part:4, Part:5, and Part:6. I am aware that this is a very long story, but a story worth being told.

I learned that the scene in the cornfield happens every hour, like some sick and demented clock.  After watching the scene for the second time I decided to explore a little bit.  It couldn’t be that bad, all the time, right?  I wandered into what looked like Fletcher’s room.  It had a larger four poster bed and a desk in the corner.  There was an old fashioned TV in the opposite corner.  I sat on his bed and enjoyed the smell that seemed to waft down from the air vents.  It was a mixture of cherries and something rather metallic scented.  The TV flicked on all by itself.  I watched the grainy scene come to life.  It was a dark building, a warehouse perhaps.  There were people inside all of them dancing.  I instantly recognized it.  I knew where that was.  I would be standing in the corner with a coke in my hands.   Sure enough a younger me with bland blond hair stood in the corner, the red solo cup in my hands was shaking.  I couldn’t remember why I had gone to that party.  But it haunted me everyday.  A large boy stumbled into me and knocked the cup all over me.  I yelped at the sudden cold that spread all over me.   He muttered something that was supposed to be a sorry.   I bolted out into the alleyway hoping to find something, I had no clue what, but something.   I wondered down the alley when there was a scream from behind me.   I turned to see a girl,  I had known from school, crumple to the ground.   Kim, that was her name.  Crimson poured from her neck.  Her gray eyes were now cold and lifeless.   Then there was something cold and metal pressed against my cheek.  A man with dirty scruff and a drunken smirk plastered to his face held the knife to my face.  He nicked my face quickly before moving it to my rib cage.  I felt the blood drip down my face.  I didn’t dare move.  He seemed to chuckle.  He poked me in the ribs and it hurt but only a little.  Then he was gone.  The TV flicked off.  I knew my face was pale.  My hand instinctively went to the scar on my rib where the knife had cut me.  I never told anyone about that.  I thought I had imagined it yet I still had the scars.

“That was the first day I ever saw you,” A voice whispered in my ear.  I jumped and turned and saw Fletcher standing behind me.  “I thought it was interesting how you didn’t move at all.  You were so calm with a dead girl.  You didn’t flinched when he cut you.  It was right about then that I knew you would be fine here,”  he explained.

“I never told anyone about that.  I thought I was going crazy,” I whispered. “But I still have the scars.”

“One above your eighth rib on the right side.  You didn’t got to a doctor to get it fixed.  It was infected for two weeks before you tried to fix it yourself,” Fletcher said.  The TV turned on again and there I was in the bathroom attempting to sew it up myself.  I had Googled how to sew yourself up.  I found it sad that you could Google something like that and get over a million hits.  There was blood on the floor and and I was crying.  But I did eventually sew it up.  I told my mom the blood on the floor was hair dye from a failed attempt to die it red.  I also told her that it didn’t work out very well so I decided to dye it Purple.  “The one on your cheek faded quickly.  You told your mom that you fell.”

“Is life in here always this horrible?” I had to ask him.

“You’ll get used to it.  Now come on, dinners ready.”  Fletcher lead me down to the dining room.  The walls were a dark Mahogany.  A huge and grand chandelier hung over a table, set for twelve.  But only two seats actually had food in front of them.  Fletcher took his seat at the head of the table and I sat to his right.  A burger sat in front of me. I ate it quietly. Fletcher didn’t talk either.  He ate a raw piece of steak like it was the best thing in the world.  This place just kept on getting weirder and weirder…


Why Democrats Are Praying For Rick Santorum

Jackson F.

Yes, yes its true.  Democrats are begging for Rick Santorum.  I have no doubt in my mind that the Democrats are praying that Rick Santorum will win the GOP primary. In fact, some might have donated and volunteered for his campaign.  This might sound strange to some, so perhaps this will clarify things.  It is no secret that the Democrats want Barack Obama to have another four years in office, he already has the backing of his entire party.  So when Democrats think of whom Obama has the best shot against, Santorum or Romney, they instantly think Santorum. Santorum is a fundamentalist, Romney is a moderate.  Santorum focuses on Social issues that were decided decades ago, Romney has a more modern spectrum.  For these basic reasons Obama’s best bet is against Santorum, so most Democrats wish (at least sub-consciously) that Rick Santorum becomes the nominee.

Santorum distances the one group of people who normally decide elections, Independents.  In the majority of American history there have been two primary political groups, whether it was the Whigs and Federalists or the Democrats and the Republicans.  These two parties have a loyal base who will always vote for their party, normally each side has about 30-40% of the population, with the other 20-40% being undecided.  These “undecideds” are the ones you try to convince, not your party or the other party.  This relative minority decides the elections, usually within a couple percentage points, and almost every time a Fundamentalist runs against a Moderate, the Moderate wins.

Imagine this; the date is November 6 you are an Independent, age regardless, who lives in a major metropolitan area. You could be a lawyer, teacher or artist, but it does not really matter. You go to your local election center, you see two names on the ballet:  Barack Obama, a moderate who although you do not always agree with, is at least in part with your beliefs.  Next on the ballot you have Rick Santorum, a volatile right wing fundamentalist who, for the most part, you don’t agree with. Well it doesn’t take much time to decide whom you’re voting for. Yes, I understand that this might be a “one size fits all” example.  I am not even an Independent, but I do know my political trends.  And whom are the most likely candidates that Independents vote for?  Moderates.


Horoscopes for the Week of March 30th, 2012

Aries: Congratulations on being a complete failure in life!!!!!  No, seriously you have officially failed at life.  I just got your grades back and he gave you an F in life.  But on the bright side, McDonald’s is hiring!!!!!

Taurus: Please, for the love of god, just stab me in the eye!!!  This is possibly the most boring thing I have ever been to.   I am falling asleep right now.  What do you mean shut up?  I don’t care whose funeral it is!  I’m so bored!!!

Gemini: I pray that someday you will you see the light because it’s really dark in here.  If you could just see the stupid light everything would be so much easier!!!!  Why, oh why, must you be blind?  It makes my life miserable!!!

Cancer:  Testing is finally over!!!!!  The stars have no horoscopes for you because they are to busy doing a happy dance! Sorry.  Not really though!!

Leo: I think I’m dieing right now.  I feel the life just bleeding out of me.  Please tell my family I love them.  What’s killing me?  I have no clue…  It just feels like I’m dieing and there’s that whole giant gaping hole in my abdomen…

Virgo: I have nothing to say to you!  You insulted my sister!!!!!  What do you mean I don’t have a sister?  Well whose that lady that lives in my house and I fight with all the time?  Are you sure that’s just a hobo?  Weird…

Libra: I feel like being a mermaid right now.  Yes, that is your horoscope for the week.  That’s what the stars said.  Go argue with them not me.  Oh wait, you can’t!!!  Only I can talk to the stars!!!!  Mwhahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!

Scorpio: Holy god!!!!  What happened to your face????  Did you like get attacked by a bear or something?  That looks so painful!!!!  What do you mean you just got glasses?  Oops…

Sagittarius: One day I’ll figure out what I’m talking about…  I actually have no idea what I’m saying.  The stars get really annoyed when I just make up horoscopes, which I assure you I only do part of the time!  The rest of the time I give you guys honest horoscopes.

Capricorn: Have you seen my soul?  I haven’t been able to find it!  I’m getting really worried about it.  What do you mean I sold it to Bill for a piece of gum?  So that’s why I always have to do what he says.

Aquarius: Have you ever just wanted to stab someone in face with a spoon.  I get that feeling all the time. Espeacially when I’m around you. But I only have a fork!  @#$%!!!!!!!!

Pisces: History tells me that you will die alone…  Yeah, I don’t get it either.  That’s just what she said…  It wasn’t me. Don’t shoot the messenger!

Movie Review: The Hunger Games

Penelope K.

Blood, rebellion and young love? It’s every teenagers dream.  The world wide sensation The Hunger Games has officially hit the big screen. At midnight last Thursday, millions of people flocked to the movie theaters. Teenagers and adults,  boy and girl, emo and preps all came together to see one of the best movies of 2012. The Hunger Games, for those of you who don’t know, is the brilliant tale of Katniss Evergreen, who finds herself flung in to the sadistic hunger games and forced to fight to the death.  What’s a girl to do? Fight for your life and fake a romance with a boy to get food and medicine, that’s what.

Gary Ross, the director, had the huge task of making a movie that would do the book justice and that’s just what he did. Working with an all star cast of Woody Harrelson, Jennifer Lawrence, Liam Hemsworth and Josh Hutcherson, just to name a few, Ross created the world of Panem and frankly did it just perfectly.  He had the option to take this movie over the top with CGI and visual effects  but he didn’t. He kept it very basic. He followed the book for the most part, only changing a few things.

As a huge Hunger Games fan I entered the movie theater with some worry that the movie would be lacking and not like the book. But at 2:34 in the morning as I walked to my car, I found myself very satisfied. There were only a few things I would have changed but that was just my personal opinion. The camera shoots, the costumes, the script, the make up, everything was perfect. As well as the actors that portrayed the characters were at their best. I found myself entranced in the movie and happy to say that I will be seeing again and again.

The ending was a little awkward with where it ended.  But that was the only way it could be done in order to leave room for the sequel, with which filming begins in September.  The whole experience was worth while.  I have to give props to everyone that worked on the movie because it was, for lack of a better word, awesome! Ross did a brilliant job and everything worked perfectly. Even if you haven’t read the books, you will find yourself rooting for Katniss and Peeta and hating the Capitol.

Suzanne Collins wrote a brilliant book to begin with, that millions of people fell in love with.  Even without the movie the books were something that linked all the readers together with an equal hatred of the Capitol. The movie was just the icing of the cake.