Post by Lerkurlian Tamer on Mar 29, 2006 10:28:32 GMT -5
You're Supposed To!
A Rita Treyer Mini-Story
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April 18, 2003(friday)
With her two siblings Brian and Anna, Rita Treyer reluctantly tags along to the waiting room of the family doctor for Brian's checkup. The two girls sat down, bickering, while Brian walked up to the counter.
"Do I look like a girl to you?" Rita barked, protesting Anna's order for her to escort her little sister to the bathroom, while drinking milk right out of a carton.
"But Mommy said!"
"Well Mommy ain't here."
"But you're a girl says Mommy, so you take me. Brian can't."
Rita got up and stomped over to Brian. "Brian, do something with this pest."
Brian conked Rita over the head without hesitation. "I'm not going in the girl's restroom!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, fine." Rita growled, chuging down the rest of the milk and handing the empty carton to Anna. "Here. I hope you know how to use it."
Anna ran out the door. Rita sat back in the chair, streaching. "Heh, it worked..."
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April 20, 2003(sunday)
Rita walked up to Pirelli's front door, knocking on it. She then opened it and walked in without giving anyone time to answer it. Pirelli was standing in the hall near the bathroom door, which was shut. "Okay, what did you do to her this time?" Pirelli asked Rita.
"Last thing I remember? ...I offered her a milk carton."
"Why?"
"I dunno. Why don't you ask her?"
"She's been hiding in my bathroom all day."
"Good. Then she won't ask for a while."
Pirelli walked in to the living room and sat down on the sofa.
"...what now?" Rita said, ploping down in a nearby chair.
"She's in the bathroom because of a milk carton?"
"Meh, I guess so..."
"A milk carton?!?"
"I don't wanna talk about it with you..."
"You're being as silly as Ponce."
"Ponce's nicer." Anna said from the bathroom.
"Then why don't you get him to take you?" Rita asked.
"Because he's a boy." Anna countered.
"Heh. Then I guess all nice ones are boys..."
Pirelli got up from the sofa and started walking to the stairs.
"What's wrong now?" Rita asked, stopping Pirelli.
"I'm gonna stay out of this fight."
"Of course. You wouldn't understand anyway."
"I don't have a sister."
"It's not that..."
"My sister's evil!" Anna interrupted.
"Kenny says that too." Pirelli stated, walking back over to the hallway. "...c'mon, Rita. I still can't get your sister out of the bathroom."
"Well I can't do any better than you can."
"You're her sister..."
Rita pulled her game boy out of her pocket and turned it on. "Not by choice..."
"Still your sister." Pirelli said, knocking on the bathroom door.
"Not what I meant..."
"Eventually my mom's gonna kick you out." Pirelli said to Anna.
"NO!" Anna cried.
"...having trouble?" Rita smirked, still in game boy mode.
"Yes! and her name is Rita!" Anna yelled.
"Then I'll just go..."
"Get her out of there please..." Pirelli pleaded.
"How?" Rita asked. "I don't wanna break your bathroom door."
"Do something, she won't come out or let anyone in..."
"Anything I say makes it worse."
"I don't like milk!" Anna yelled.
"Good." Rita replied. "More for me then."
"No more cartons!"
"Whatever."
"You're not fair..."
"You're the one that said you don't like it. Though it has nothing to do with anything..."
"Does too!"
"How...?"
"I'm not using it."
"I don't care if you do or not."
"You take me."
Pirelli watched in confusion as the two Treyer girls bickered.
"You're already in there." Rita said. "...now's your chance!!!"
"Next time you take me." Anna ordered.
"Nope. You can stay in there till next time."
"But i have school..."
"Your fault, squirt."
"Yours!"
"Okay, stay in there for all I care." Rita said, turning the game boy off, and getting up. She started twords the front door.
"Wait..." Pirelli said. "...what's teh milk carton have to go with the bathroom?"
"I gave her it so she could use that instead of a public restroom."
"But public restrooms are meant to be used! Not for avoiding..."
"She wasn't using it though."
"Your fault!" Exclaimed Anna.
Rita shrugged. "She wanted someone to hold her hand like she was 5 or something..."
Pirelli looked at Rita. "Isn't she?"
"Meh, I forget."
"You're 9, you're big, you should take me." Anna said.
"Brian's bigger." Rita argued.
"Brian's a boy!"
"Not my problem."
"Is too!"
"It's your job as her sister to take her, not her brother's job." Pirelli said, approaching Rita. "He can jsut take her to the door."
Rita looked away. "You still wouldn't understand."
"It's still your job." Pirelli said.
Rita went for the front door again. Anna swung the bathroom door open and ran tword Rita, clinging to her. "You take me or else!"
Rita grabbed Anna. "Got her!"
"I think she had you..." Pirelli stated.
"She's still out of your bathroom. Now put a kiddy lock on it or something."
"My mom wouldn't do that unless it was Pirelliproof too..."
"Oh well. Just don't come crawling to be when another squirt locks herself in there."
"You shouldn't be mean to her."
"Well you guys should be more understanding."
"I do understand. You should understand her."
"No, you don't understand. You can't understand."
"I can't understand how to help little kids?"
"Not talking about that."
"Then what?"
Rita went quiet. Pirelli sighed. "You make no sense at times..."
"You girls never make sense." Rita stated.
"You are too."
"Prove it."
"You're not a boy." Anna said.
Rita conked her over the head. Anna snatched Rita's gameboy, trying to retalliate. Rita grabbed it back. "Those aren't toys!"
Rita walked over to the sofa, dragging Anna as well, and sat down. she then handed the game boy to Anna, who started playing it. "Anyway..." Rita said, trying to break the silence. "...what now?"
"Why do you not think you're a girl?" Pirelli asked.
"None of your business." Rita responded. "Besides, like I said... you wouldn't understand."
"I can try..."
"No you can't."
"Why not?"
"You're one of THEM."
"What's a 'them'?"
"Girls."
"So?!?"
"So... you wouldn't understand."
"And Ponce would?"
"Yes. Because he's a boy."
"Even if he's Ponce?"
"...yeah."
"Ponce?"
"I heard you..."
"Ponce smells. You don;t. Therefore, you aren't a boy."
"Not all boys smell. Except if smelling with noses."
"You cant smell with feet."
"This isn't about me."
"The smelling or the boyness?"
"Meh, you choose."
"You dont smell or are a boy."
"Then how come I'm not like you?"
"You are if you tried."
"Not gonna happen. And Ponce could too if he tried!!!"
"Ponce is a boy. He's not supposed to try."
A Rita Treyer Mini-Story
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April 18, 2003(friday)
With her two siblings Brian and Anna, Rita Treyer reluctantly tags along to the waiting room of the family doctor for Brian's checkup. The two girls sat down, bickering, while Brian walked up to the counter.
"Do I look like a girl to you?" Rita barked, protesting Anna's order for her to escort her little sister to the bathroom, while drinking milk right out of a carton.
"But Mommy said!"
"Well Mommy ain't here."
"But you're a girl says Mommy, so you take me. Brian can't."
Rita got up and stomped over to Brian. "Brian, do something with this pest."
Brian conked Rita over the head without hesitation. "I'm not going in the girl's restroom!" he exclaimed.
"Oh, fine." Rita growled, chuging down the rest of the milk and handing the empty carton to Anna. "Here. I hope you know how to use it."
Anna ran out the door. Rita sat back in the chair, streaching. "Heh, it worked..."
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April 20, 2003(sunday)
Rita walked up to Pirelli's front door, knocking on it. She then opened it and walked in without giving anyone time to answer it. Pirelli was standing in the hall near the bathroom door, which was shut. "Okay, what did you do to her this time?" Pirelli asked Rita.
"Last thing I remember? ...I offered her a milk carton."
"Why?"
"I dunno. Why don't you ask her?"
"She's been hiding in my bathroom all day."
"Good. Then she won't ask for a while."
Pirelli walked in to the living room and sat down on the sofa.
"...what now?" Rita said, ploping down in a nearby chair.
"She's in the bathroom because of a milk carton?"
"Meh, I guess so..."
"A milk carton?!?"
"I don't wanna talk about it with you..."
"You're being as silly as Ponce."
"Ponce's nicer." Anna said from the bathroom.
"Then why don't you get him to take you?" Rita asked.
"Because he's a boy." Anna countered.
"Heh. Then I guess all nice ones are boys..."
Pirelli got up from the sofa and started walking to the stairs.
"What's wrong now?" Rita asked, stopping Pirelli.
"I'm gonna stay out of this fight."
"Of course. You wouldn't understand anyway."
"I don't have a sister."
"It's not that..."
"My sister's evil!" Anna interrupted.
"Kenny says that too." Pirelli stated, walking back over to the hallway. "...c'mon, Rita. I still can't get your sister out of the bathroom."
"Well I can't do any better than you can."
"You're her sister..."
Rita pulled her game boy out of her pocket and turned it on. "Not by choice..."
"Still your sister." Pirelli said, knocking on the bathroom door.
"Not what I meant..."
"Eventually my mom's gonna kick you out." Pirelli said to Anna.
"NO!" Anna cried.
"...having trouble?" Rita smirked, still in game boy mode.
"Yes! and her name is Rita!" Anna yelled.
"Then I'll just go..."
"Get her out of there please..." Pirelli pleaded.
"How?" Rita asked. "I don't wanna break your bathroom door."
"Do something, she won't come out or let anyone in..."
"Anything I say makes it worse."
"I don't like milk!" Anna yelled.
"Good." Rita replied. "More for me then."
"No more cartons!"
"Whatever."
"You're not fair..."
"You're the one that said you don't like it. Though it has nothing to do with anything..."
"Does too!"
"How...?"
"I'm not using it."
"I don't care if you do or not."
"You take me."
Pirelli watched in confusion as the two Treyer girls bickered.
"You're already in there." Rita said. "...now's your chance!!!"
"Next time you take me." Anna ordered.
"Nope. You can stay in there till next time."
"But i have school..."
"Your fault, squirt."
"Yours!"
"Okay, stay in there for all I care." Rita said, turning the game boy off, and getting up. She started twords the front door.
"Wait..." Pirelli said. "...what's teh milk carton have to go with the bathroom?"
"I gave her it so she could use that instead of a public restroom."
"But public restrooms are meant to be used! Not for avoiding..."
"She wasn't using it though."
"Your fault!" Exclaimed Anna.
Rita shrugged. "She wanted someone to hold her hand like she was 5 or something..."
Pirelli looked at Rita. "Isn't she?"
"Meh, I forget."
"You're 9, you're big, you should take me." Anna said.
"Brian's bigger." Rita argued.
"Brian's a boy!"
"Not my problem."
"Is too!"
"It's your job as her sister to take her, not her brother's job." Pirelli said, approaching Rita. "He can jsut take her to the door."
Rita looked away. "You still wouldn't understand."
"It's still your job." Pirelli said.
Rita went for the front door again. Anna swung the bathroom door open and ran tword Rita, clinging to her. "You take me or else!"
Rita grabbed Anna. "Got her!"
"I think she had you..." Pirelli stated.
"She's still out of your bathroom. Now put a kiddy lock on it or something."
"My mom wouldn't do that unless it was Pirelliproof too..."
"Oh well. Just don't come crawling to be when another squirt locks herself in there."
"You shouldn't be mean to her."
"Well you guys should be more understanding."
"I do understand. You should understand her."
"No, you don't understand. You can't understand."
"I can't understand how to help little kids?"
"Not talking about that."
"Then what?"
Rita went quiet. Pirelli sighed. "You make no sense at times..."
"You girls never make sense." Rita stated.
"You are too."
"Prove it."
"You're not a boy." Anna said.
Rita conked her over the head. Anna snatched Rita's gameboy, trying to retalliate. Rita grabbed it back. "Those aren't toys!"
Rita walked over to the sofa, dragging Anna as well, and sat down. she then handed the game boy to Anna, who started playing it. "Anyway..." Rita said, trying to break the silence. "...what now?"
"Why do you not think you're a girl?" Pirelli asked.
"None of your business." Rita responded. "Besides, like I said... you wouldn't understand."
"I can try..."
"No you can't."
"Why not?"
"You're one of THEM."
"What's a 'them'?"
"Girls."
"So?!?"
"So... you wouldn't understand."
"And Ponce would?"
"Yes. Because he's a boy."
"Even if he's Ponce?"
"...yeah."
"Ponce?"
"I heard you..."
"Ponce smells. You don;t. Therefore, you aren't a boy."
"Not all boys smell. Except if smelling with noses."
"You cant smell with feet."
"This isn't about me."
"The smelling or the boyness?"
"Meh, you choose."
"You dont smell or are a boy."
"Then how come I'm not like you?"
"You are if you tried."
"Not gonna happen. And Ponce could too if he tried!!!"
"Ponce is a boy. He's not supposed to try."
