The Screwed-Up Day of Juggalo Jay
By Mudface
~Chapter 3~
Jay gulped. How could he know? When had he seen me there? A hundred questions were racing through his brain at the same time now. Jed took another step towards him. Fuck staying here, Jay thought, as he turned around and began to run. If he was going to end up toe-tagged in a body bag like that one guy on Jed’s porch, the crazy bitch would have to catch his ass first.
He turned around to see if Jed was behind him. Jed was behind him, following at a brisk pace, but not quite a run. Jay gulped and continued running. He couldn’t do this forever, so he thought of a nearby place to hide. Behind the trailer park lay an acre of woods that hadn’t been touched in years. Many of the old trees that had fallen over on top of each other, making a sort of hiding place that was surrounded on all sides by the trees, with their branches covering a person overhead.
Running past his trailer, he could still hear his dad’s loud snores coming from the living room. Doesn’t he ever wake up? He ran past a few more trailers and came to entrance intro the woods. Jay turned around to see if Jed was still hot on his tail. From a distance he could see the much older and breathless Jed jogging towards him. Jay began to run as fast as he could into the forest to make sure he wouldn’t be seen finding his hiding place.
He spotted a series of large, narrow, and twisted trees towards the edge of the forest. A perfect place to hide, he thought. Still running, he didn’t watch where he was going, and had completely forgotten how bad the storm had gotten, and how slick and wet the dirt-turned-muddy ground had become. Without warning, he found himself slipping, falling, and landing head-first into a large glop of mud. He got up and looked at himself – he was covered in brown mud from head to toe on his front side. Luckily, the hurling rain had begun to quickly wash away the majority of it as he hurried to the grove of trees.
Squeezing himself snuggly into the center of the fallen group, Jay took a deep breath and began to focus on all the things that had just happened in the past five minutes. He’d walked outside to listen to some music, and suddenly heard his neighbor shoot someone. He went to check it out and was caught spying by said neighbor, who as it turns out is actually a homicidal maniac now bent on killing him. Now he’s in the forest hiding from said maniac to save his own ass.
Jay looked down at his watch – 11:50 am. He’d been up a little over an hour. So much for one day, because up until this point, he’d thought the worst of the week was over. What he had thought to be the worst happened at school the day before. While he’d normally hated going to school, it was one of those days where it’s the beginning of a new week, and you feel like, despite all the problems and conflicts before, a new week means you can start fresh and make things seem better. That’s what he had thought, walking into the school that day with his head held high. He’d worn his favorite jersey that day – it was a black Twiztid hockey jersey with bright neon green Mostasteless style letters spelling out the group’s name. But he was wrong, dead wrong. It had been a horrible day. It started in 2nd block Chemistry, when Mike Summers, his lab partner, unintentionally spilled the chemical acid all over his Mostasteless jersey. The acid didn’t burn his skin, but burned holes all over the front of his shirt. When asked if he could clean it off, Mrs. Greer exclaimed that he’d have to wear another shirt and throw the one he had on away. After throwing away his favorite shirt, he was given a plain white t-shirt to wear for the rest of the day, which just happened to be a size too small. Being a fat kid, his belly and man-boobs stuck through the shirt, making some of the people stare. One girl giggled from the table across from him during lunch. He’d seen Amber in the hallway on the way out shortly afterwards. They made eye contact for a moment. She had the most beautiful eyes. They were a deep brown, and sparkling, just like her shiny brunette hair. Then her eyes caught sight of his body poking out from the tight shirt and quickly turned away, obviously unattracted.
Feeling like shit already, Jay’s 4th block English class did nothing to help him either. “Hey Jay,” Chris Barton called from the back of the class, “looking good man. Going for a new look? I thought you wore that clown-shit everyday!” His friends laughed in agreement. Jay tried his best to ignore them, and focus on his grammar assignment. But Chris called again, “so can you tell me what exactly a Juggalo is again?”
“What? Don’t you know man, he’s DOWN WIT DA CLOWN!” said one of Chris’s friends sarcastically. The other two smirked. Jay didn’t say anything, and looked up at the clock, waiting for 3 o’ clock to get there.
Nothing changed when he arrived home either. His dad, when not drunk, was a complete asshole when sober. Cursing at Jay from the moment he walked in the door, Pops complained about why the dishes weren’t done, and how his room wasn’t straightened up right, and how sorry a son Jay was to him. Ignoring him, Jay headed up to his room and shut the door. His depressed state made him sleep late the next day, and brought him to the situation he was in now. That day was nothing compared to the deep shit he was in now.
Jay was stopped of his reminiscing of the previous day by the sound of feet sloshing in the mud. The sloshing came closer to his hiding place. It was Crazy Jed. It was at that moment Jay realized his shoes had left tracks in the mud. Jed was following his footsteps all the way to the trees!
Two large steel-toe boots stopped right in front of Jay’s face. Jed got down on his knees and dropped his head into the branches. His glazed eyes met Jays. He narrowed them as he spoke.
“Get up boy; I’m not going to kill you.”
Jay gulped. “So, you’re not going to kill me too.”
“No. You’re going to help me.”
“Help you with what?”
“You’re going to help me dispose of the body.”