Lisa Frankenstein

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- - Hey.

Hey, Taffy.

I don't think that blush is your shade, Lisa.

- I'll probably just stay home. - No.

This is the first critical rager of the year. It's compulsory.

And you know what your doctor said.

You need socialization.

- Why don't you use my tanning bed? - Oh, no way.

When I won Junior Miss Hawaiian Tropic,

I promised I'd use my title to help other people.

And that includes sharing the grand prize with those in need.

You're in need, babe.

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I'm really sorry you got electrocuted, Lisa.

I'm fine.

[pop song playing indistinctly over stereo]

Let's rap. How are you liking Brookview so far?

It's fine. It's the same as my old school.

Are you hot for anyone?

Come on.

Lisa.

Lisa!

Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa, Lisa.

Michael Trent.

I don't know who that is.

He's the editor-in-chief of The Grackle.

The lit mag. The high school literary magazine.

- Does he lunch on or off campus? - Off.

- BK or White Castle? - Neither.

Does he have more of a basketball bod or a football bod?

- He doesn't play sports. He's cerebral. -

He's in a wheelchair?

No.

This party's going to be clutch. There's going to be two kegs, a wapatui,

and Eric Chen stole a nitrous tank from his dad's dental practice.

- Isn't it just off Bluff Road? - Uh-huh.

We could've walked.

Too far. I'm wearing jellies.

These things will turn your feet into Hamburger Helper.

But there's a shortcut through the forest through Bachelor's Grove.

The haunted cemetery?

It's not haunted.

It's just abandoned.

Desecrated.

Well, I heard the heshers do witchcraft over there.

And I also heard that Gina Marzak dedicated her unborn child to Satan.

And that's why the baby has to wear a helmet now.

I've never seen anybody there.

I think it's really peaceful and quiet.

I do wax rubbings of all the tombstones.

I have a favorite.

- You have a favorite one? - Yeah.

A young man.

I tend to his grave and leave him flowers

and I talk to him sometimes.

I brought this for you.

It was my mom's.

It's kind of morbid when I wear it, so I wanted you to have it.

Keep it safe, okay?

That's really weird, Lisa.

I just don't think anyone should be forgotten.

- Hi! - Hi!

- I brought the booze. -

- Yes, you did! - You look great.

- You look hot. -

Hey, you fixed your bangs.

You know, I wasn't gonna say anything, they were such a mess,

but you look amazing now.

We're taking it to state this year, man, and I'll put money on it.

Possum Pride, baby! Whoo, whoo! Yes, sir!

Oh, my God, Steve. Bag your face.

If you're looking to fade out, the ethanol's inside.

- What? - The booze. It's in the house.

Yeah, I think that my stepsister brought most of it.

Lisa Swallows.

Michael Trent.

Why?

How do you know my name?

Well, we're both currently being educated in the same walls of asbestos.

Plus, you submitted some really strong poems to The Grackle.

I'm the editor.

Oh, you are? Right.

Your stuff's really good. Like, pitch-black, but really good.

Reminds me of Plath or Anne Sexton.

You like my poems?

I wouldn't have published them if I didn't.

So what exactly happened to her?

I've heard stuff.

I can never, ever talk about it, Lori.

For personal and legal reasons, and I also pinky-swore.

But I guess I can tell you. I trust you. You're my cheer sister.

Of course.

Okay, so, like, two years ago, Lisa was home alone with her mom,

and this psycho broke in.

With, like, an axe and everything.

Anyway, her mom told her to run and hide, and so she did.

And then the guy axe-murdered her mom, and she heard the whole thing.

- Oh, my God! -

She called 911, but the guy escaped.

- They never caught him. -

And by the time she came out, it was too late.

Wow.

I'd be screwed up if I were her, too.

Yeah.

She didn't talk for a few months after that.

Kind of just wandered around like a zombie.

What about her dad?

Is he okay?

Oh, yeah. Dale? He's a big sweetie.

My mom met him six months after the murder,

and they got engaged and married real quick.

Which is great, you know?

Because Dale didn't have to be sad for too long,

and Lisa had a new mom right away.

- Aww! - That's so cute.

Yeah. Everything worked out nice.

- So, like... - Hey.

- I found the keg. - Oh. Thank you.

- It's Clydesdale piss, but... - Hey, Tamara.

Hi. Sorry, how do we know each other?

Just a couple classes.

This year?

This semester.

Bless.

- Uh, anyway… - Mmm-hmm.

- …do you want a sip? - Uh…

- I'll take one. - No. Why'd I assume she parties?

All right, I'll take one.

- Oh. - Let me see that real quick.

- What? -

- What is this? - I'm not sure. I got it off, um, Darren?

- Come on. - What?

Poor girl just went from Pepsi Free to PCP.

So dramatic.

Hey, Lisa. You okay?

I saw you talking to those darksiders.

Did they give you something?

This is not what I expected from you.

You have so much potential, Lisa.

Hey, you. We need to talk.

- Just say no. - Liquor before beer, babe.

I'm psychic.

Also…

I think it's gonna rain.

[pop song playing indistinctly over speakers]

Hey, Lisa.

Are you okay?

Oh.

Who are you?

- - Yeah, uh, it's…

It's me, it's Doug.

Your lab partner?

Okay, um, let's find somewhere for you to sit for a bit, yeah?

Here we go. Oh, here we go.

All right.

I hate parties like this. I don't even know why I came.

Personally, I'd rather catch a flick or something

than watch a bunch of cheerleaders get blasted.

- Moo. - Dude, that's for cows.

Who's your favorite director of all time?

- Pabst. - Pa…

Oh, you're just reading my beer can.

No. He was a real director.

Um, what kind of movies did he direct?

- Silents. - Okay, I'll be quiet.

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Oops.

Your hair feels like Easter grass.

How much cans of White Rain you got in there, kid?

Kiddo?