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"I'll do it. Today, I don't wanna be here--" I pull Kyle's arm. "Put it down!"

"Be quiet!" he pushes me and I can't take my eyes off the knife. "What is wrong with you!"

"Fuck off!" he shouts at me. I growl and stand up from the carpet. "Miss Montier!" I scream. "Baobao has a knife again!"

"Will you shut the fuck up!" Balthasar jumps on top of me and punches me in my face. "Shut the fuck up!" he pulls my hair. "I'm trying to kill myself! I don't want to live!" He punches me in the jaw. I block his hits, putting my arms over my face.

"Get off me!" He tries to go under my arms and hit me. I start flailing y arms to startle him. I lift my leg and kick frantically. "Stop it!"

"I'll kill you!" he gets off me and kicks me in my ribs. "I hope you die. And imma find a gun and make you eat the bullets and then imma shot you like twelve time. Then imma pee on you and shave off your hair. And imma pee in your eye and then when I pee in you eye, you'll be blind and you can't see when I fuck the shit out of you." he pants. He stars at me while his lips are pressed together, 

"You are retarded."

"I'm God! You son of a bitch. And then imma find yo mama and imma fuck her too. Then fuck you up and bring you back so I can I fuck you again and again."

I look at my toes. "Why?"

"Because I can!" he holds his mouth open. "And then?" I look at my knees.

"Imma kill you and then stab you in the face and imma pee!"

"And then?" I cock my head to the side. "Imma stab you and pee on you and you get fuck up and then--"

"Miss Montier!" I scream. "And imma fuck her and Miss Lineboro. When then happen, Imma fuck you up and them!" he screams. "A lot of people is in danger."

"Precisely!" he stomps. 

"But what happens then."

"And then happens then."

"What?"

"Why don't you believe in Then. After then happens then, is then, when is, only the then of the of the then can be then." he nods his head. "Ok. What happens then?"

"There is no possible then because has already existed within the within then and then can the be then when the rain then. Between then is then and then." he puts his hands on his hips and breaths heavy. "That then when then has then been. Do you Understand! The then can't be then because then has already then been then."

"Right.:: I nod. :What aout your mother?"

"So then happened."

"What happened?"

"I don't know. " He pouts.

"Ok, Miss Montier!"

"No shut up!" Balthasar punches me in my face. "Beware of then. If then can e then and them then then is them."

"Miss Montier!" I shake as I scream. "He keeps saying then and im confused about what is going on!"

"But then.: he scratches his side.

"Shut the fuck up! I twist round. All the way around without using my legs. I smile as I hear heels clicking to the small room.

"What in the fuck is happening?"

"What is then?" I look at Miss Montier's tall fat frame. She stares at Balthasar. She walks into the room and slaps him across the face. "Im sick of this shit."

Miss Montier grabbed the top of his hair and lifts him up. She look towards the door and takes Balthasar with her. "I told you what the power of word is. What is then?" she hisses.

"The then then can only be then and that is then."

"Do you know what the fuck you are saying?"

"Then!"

I peek out my room to see Miss Montier smack Balthasar. "But then is then when then is. And we aren't suppose to talk about then because then is then!"

Her forehead crinkles. "This is what you said," her eyes glow. "But at the time is at the time when after that. And After that suppose to talk about after that because afterward is at that time."

"What?" she slaps himm again. "You are going into the well!"

"Then?"

"No! Not afterwards, NOW!"

"What is that?" I slap my forhead listening to them. "What is wrong with you!" she carries him off to the backyard

I step back in my room and sit down in the chair next to the easy bake oven Mr. Pherson made for me. A good happy face comes in my room, it's Theophilus Edmundson. "Did Balthasar get in trouble." he has a dragon's tail. "I heard that Miss Monty is his mother and she just can't take it anymore."

"Wow. He hit me in my eye." 

"You ok?"

"I'm fine husband." I say sweetly.

"And I heard that little Zaccheus went through his room. He says that Balthasar is obessed with dyslexia." He crosses his arms. "Does he have dyslexia?"

"That's what Zac found out. Balthasar writes like he has dyslexia, Zac saw in this diary that Balthasar belives in opposites but doesn't know what the opposite of then is."

I open my eyes wide. "And his name is Billy."

"What's y name?" I ask. "I don't know. I haven't found mine either."

"Imma name myself again."

"What is it this time?" he rolls his eyes.

"Mmm, I don't know. Black people have names."

"You can't be too black."

"What about Ilinia?

"LLLLL?"

"I-L-i-n-i-a." I spell the name I came up with days ago. "Ugh..." Theophilus makes a face. "I envy you. I can't make up names. Guess what I called myself last week."

"What?"

"Becon."

"Becon is tasty."

"I ain't becon! So call me Theo, it makes sense."

"Ok, call me Hecuba."

"Theo and Hecuba."

I smile. "We good."

"We have to go to dinner again. You think they gon kill somebody?" questions theo. "They usually do. I found two negros having sex."

"I wish I could have sex. :Like Master Abimael has sex with women in the vagina dorm." 

I snicker. "The VaginH dorm."

"Maybe I'm dyslexic."

•

"Ok, all the little ones get ready. We are going to dinner and at dinner you can make smack smack." says the pig lady Miss Dorcas Dinsmore. She lets us call her DD. 

We asked if she was a mangle because she is a pig but she has goat feet and a chicken tail. She also wears a bone earring though her ears which are fox ears. Today so

Un ángel es un pájaro hermoso. Soy un cerdo; tengo cuerpo de cerdo; no tengo nada más que la pendiente que cocino.meody asked a new question, "Miss DD, are you an angel?"

"No, 

Un ángel es un pájaro hermoso. Soy un cerdo; tengo cuerpo de cerdo; no tengo nada más que la pendiente que cocino." she says holding her hand over her heart. Her eyes light up as she says, "Pero recordé español"

Pig that smile with big grins are a slight to see. She has no fangs and her teeth are perfect. "What does that mean?" asks Emenheiser. Emenheiser is a small boy about 2'3. He likes to do math... on the toilet. He says you have to because the toilet is the thinking seat and worships the Thinking Man. "She never even addressed the pythagorean theorem."

"She's taking spanish." yells Richildis.

"And I know spanish. What you need to do is put english over spanish using the P. T method. In the top row, yiu write the two letters for Hello. Then--"

"STOP!"

"No, not that then!"

"STOP! It has been 24 hours. Stop!"

" What is 24 hours?" he flexes his fingers. He pulls down the index finger, "1 hour." he pulls the next finger. "2 hours." he sticks up fours fingers on his left hand. "Two plus four equals, don't distract me, two plus four is 24;--" Richildis slaps the midget. "24 hours is 1 day!"

"But you can use the atospheric method to recalculate the bypass of two integers of recycling numbers."

"What!"

"Divison!"

Richildis punches Emenheiser. "You are retarded!"

"I will grow!"

"Do it!"

"I will do it!"

"I'm waiting!" 

Emenheiser farts while he's on the ground. It smells terrible outside. It's hint of mayonnaise, cabbage, and acid. "Your nasty!"

"I WILL GROW!"

We hear Emenheiser fart, and it sounds like popping bubbles in the bathroom. "STOP!"

"I WILL GROW!"

"Enough!" Miss Dinsmore claps her goat feet. "Lo juro por Dios. Niños, necesitan que les den una paliza y yo no tengo una escoba conmigo!"

"WHAT!"

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!"

"ENOUGH!" Miss Dinsmore throws her hands, which are goat feet and her regular hands are feet, in the air. "We are going to the kitchen, Get in line!"

We all rush to stand put in a line while tries to get up and starts punching Richildis. Richildis pushes him, he falls to the ground and roars to the sky. He starts punching her again. "STOP IT!" she locks him with her hand. He tries to push her hand out the way, but he pushes above it. So, Richildis pushes him, he falls and starts yelling. He farts as he is yelling and Theo covers his nose and something unreal happens... Emenheiser dies as bleeds as he passes out on the ground.

"Well shit, what is this? The 10th time?" Miss Dinsmore snarls. "This is the 11th time he died. He will die tomorrow. And day after that--"

"And then, he die so much then he will after that die ut then..." Theo swishes his tail. He nods to himself. "Then."

"Stop it! Do you want to go in the well!" shouts Miss Dinsmore. "No," Theo shakes his head. "And heard there is shit at the ottom of the well which as never had water."

"There is! Sometimes we shit on you ecause we can!"

"And then."

"MORE SHIT HAPPENS!"

"Food..." Richildis scratches her shoulder. 

"Everybody line up and Theo stop scratching your balls!"

"They mine!" he yells. Eventually we move to the café near the swamp river that has diapers floating in it. 

•

This is the Plantation Carta. It doesn't matter because the kitchen is a yard's walk to get to down the hill . It is surrounded by pink trees plus a dead body that comes back to life much like the dead horse that walks on two legs. He dies in several different't locations.

As we get to the kitchen one of the maids dressed in a military jacket fucks another woman who is bent towards the ground and screaming. The woman grabbing the grass, lifts her head up and rolls her eyes, For a moment Theo stares and stop. I grab his hand and pull him forward.

"Noody has a penis."

"You the vaginas don't exist." I huff.

"I can't wait to see a real vagina."

"They really don't have vaginas. It works like mr potato head. And I don't mean the principal." says Richildis.

"He has a vagina

"The principal is Mr. Potatohead. He does have a vagina but he wear his like a medallion. He doesn't wash it and smells like pee-pee." I say.

"I still wanna see a real vagina." bores Theo.

"Stop talking about the whoopie cushion. "Vagina." Theo and I unify.

"Oh my God!"

"Shut the fuck up!" demands is Miss Dinsmore. 

We have to go into the mass canteen and I can hear Mr. Potatohead giving lessons. "Now, you need to remember that it rains. It doesn't fucking matter what the fuck the goddamn news shit said. It rains, any given fucking day and you ask yourself. Do you even like rain. Because I sure as fuck don't.

"Rain is peaceful."

"Shut the fuck up Fetty."

"No." Fetty is a grown woman and like many things on Plantation Carta. She has snap breast. "Rain exist and it is good ecause you never give us water."

"How is rain water if water is the ground. See I'm tired of you thinking you smart ecause you ain't"

"Do you know what precipitation is?" she narrows her eyes. "What the fuck are you saying to me?"

"Precipitation!"

"What is precipitation?" he pursed his lips. "Rain!" Fetty yells. "We have rain."

"I have never seen rain."

"What the fuck!"

"What are you saying?"

"You said rain doesn't exist."

"What are you talking about?"

"Never mind."

"See now you gon' confuse everybody and get away from the fact that we ran out of ruffles chips."

"What!"

We get into the kitchen after Miss Dinsmore punches the touch pad device next to the door. I remember my ID: 5043221421. We wait inside, and she asks Theo for his ID. "2222222111." he says. The cow lady squints her eyes, "Really."

"Yes."

"2222222111 is your ID?"

"Yes!" he gets louder. "Ok." I hear the touchpad beep rapidly. "You can't eat lunch. We have a steal another one."

"I'm hungry!"

"I don't give a shit." Miss Dinsmore comes into the café and grabs Theo. "Help."

"Shut up!"

"Help me!"

"It's stupid so it isn't real!

I stand at the beginning of the line. "Alright, everybody signed in. Go and eat your sausage porridge."

Sausage Porridge is just grease, cut up sausage, on a bed of rice and corn sometimes with ketchup. Grease is broth, next is rice, sometimes severed cold because Miss Oats freezes all the food and the microwave broke.

Everything Miss Oats cooks is made with microwave. We had microwave pizza, microwave burritos, microwave spaghetti, and microwave dickfeet. Microwave dickfeet is Miss Oats personal dish.

Dickfeet is simple, and she taught us how to cook it. You kill a turtle, take the shell off, that's your owl. You boil the turtle and what Miss Oats uses to boil water is the microwave. 

Next you chop up a dog and add mustard to the meal. Everything is set in the shell and left to freeze. Everything we eat is cold; sometimes it is frozen, and we have nothing to thaw it, so we look at ice melt. That is dickfeet.

I go to the right yellow tale that Emeline puts gum under. Every day. There a shit ton of gum glued to the bottom of the table. Even a piece of gum attached with tape because it fell off and Emeline put it back with tape. She threatened it. It hasn't fallen off since. 

We take our seats at the yellow table and Richildis smirks at me. Hecky, I got a knife." she tells me. "That's cool."

"And a lighter."

"Oh my God." 

"Really..." she pulls got this green lighter and flicks it on in front of her face. "Do you know what's hot?"

"The match?"

"I got the lighter last night and I was with Nancy and I found out, he has a dick."

"He's a boy, but his name is Nancy. And The Lady said vaginas is the same as dicks so. I started taling to him and while he was sleep, I set his dick on fire."

I blink at her. "Do you believe in Mexicans?" she smirks. "What?"

Miss Oats passes out plates of white steak which is actually tofu made in the shape of steaks with carrots and a glass of water. "Is the tofu seasoned?"

"I put rock salt and the soup from the vegatable can in so it taste like vegetables," she nods with a smile over her invisible lips. "Then," Miss Oats closes her eyes. "I had a can off carrots and I farted in a jar and poured the fart in the carrots so the carrots have that onion flavor." she whispers as she rubs her stomach. "I have to take a vigorous shit. Thank God I forgot my thong,: Miss Oats runs out the café and I can't help but stare at how she runs. It's like watching cartoons.

"I can't believe Nancy has a dick." I have a vagina and two vaginas belong together." She pokes her tofu with a fork. "I can't wait to shave my first hair because The Lady said that's good. And you can see how fat the vagina is." she bites the tofu bites. "She even said to poke the vagina but I don't know how to poke it."

She holds my hands. "Can you poke a vagina?" 

"My name is Hecuba." she squeezes my hand. "Can you help me poke my vagina..." she flutters her eyes. "Hecuteba."

"What?"

"Poke me."

"What?"

"My vagina."

"Stop talking upside down. What is that?"

"What?

"If that is then then then is"

"What?"

"You heard what they said about then because then is when they can be."

She holds her knife to my stomach. "Who is they?

"The them is then and they. At first they didn't next at that point of then." she stas me in my stomach. "I don't like you."

I fall off my chair, and she goes back to eating. I hold my stomach and grab the chair. I whack it over her head and get the knife.

"You fucking female hang piece. You are a decoration of them and then I hope God fuck you in your sleep. You fucking--" I take the knife and go straight for her eye. "Shut up!"

•

Nice walked up and down the row of slabs. He had his phone in his hands and texted with patience. A text message came after he 'lol'. Then came the Spanish. 

"¡No haces nada por mí! Me dejaste embarazada y tiraste al bebé a la basura. Hijo de puta."

"What baby?"

"Y ahí estás. Estás tan jodido y siempre hablas de tu esposa. Espero que se muera."

He rolled his eyes and look at the row of bodies. There was one with blonde hair and four fingers, next to her was a womam with no legs, and a woman with a penis and another penis coming out her hip. That body was always stuffed with things, so Nice named her 'duffle bag'.

There were small taps heard above the stairs. A woman with translucent skin came through the door. She had her head wrapped in cloth and cuts around her waist. "Are you coming to bed?" she asked Nice. He huffed, "¿Dónde pusiste el licor?"

She blinked her eyes and scowled. "¿Que licor?

"The brown liquid. The one the men were having with crackers-"

Harra squinted her eyes. "Crackers?" she folded her arms. He looked at her body, Nice bit his lips. "Stop doing that. I have clothes on."

"A fucking miracle." he looked at his phone and sneered. "What is Charna using?"

"Google. Why are you talking to her?" she narrowed her eyes. "Real talk. I'm sorry, from the ottom of my heart. I slipped." he put his phone in his pocket. "She won't stop calling me."

"You slipped? Again?"

"We have kids. But I had an extra." 

"What happened this time?" her voice got loud. "The bitch knows magic."

"Really?" she turned to leave the basement. "She used magic to look like you! You can ask Rotti!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you!" she yelled from the hallway. "I cheated But! Listen! Harra!" he sprinted up the stairs and nearly tripped going through the door.

"What happened to Avishan, Shacora, and Tavena!"

"I'M BLACK!" he yelled. "Look at my skin color!"

"I can see! I can find you at night!"

"Oh my God, Harra. Listen!"

"You keep cheating on me!"

"Ok!" he put his hands up in defense. "You win, Now, the truth." he counted on his fingers. "Avishan, Shacora, Tavena, Kazie, Seaira, and Kahley."

"Hmph..." she poked out her lips. :They are dead!"

"Right..."

"That's why I'm in the basement. Honest truth."

"Mmmm." she made a face. "They are dead." he exclaimed."

"I have no jaw." she sneered.

"I'm sorry but I don't have a location"

"And your son has no legs."

"Which one?" he straightened up. "Addolorato, Julio, and Genaro."

"Right..." he whispered. "I'm a still looking for a..." he averted his eyes. "A doctor."

"Addolorato is in a wheelchair!" she shouted. 

"Claim down, he took long steps to gra her y the shoulder. I'm sorry but ask me how I feel about you getting dragged out the tub and thrown out a window."

"Ugh" Harra crossed her arms. She looked at the floor. "And the fire."

"That's right. How a man can grab you out the athroom. Set you fire and toss you out the window and kill my oldest is..." he looked at the ceiling. "Terrible."

"Vincent is hung... outside..." she blinked her eyes. "Just let me look. Dogs aren't smart, I know I'll find tracks"

Harra shook her head to shake the tears off but they came. And then...

"Sé que esto es una maldita sorpresa. He estado arriba gritando como un loco."

His father rolled his eyes. "¿Por qué carajo están apagadas todas las luces de la casa? Los perros pueden ver incluso en la maldita oscuridad. ¿Pero yo? Señor, agárrame la mano. Si me tropiezo por las escaleras, toda la maldita tierra me va a escuchar."

"Oh, shut up..." his father muttered. "Y me veo ridículo en una silla de ruedas. ¿Y adivinen qué puede hacer la silla de ruedas? Puede volar, carajo."

Nice looked a wife. He wiped the tears from her eyes and gave a kiss on the forehead. "When are you getting an aboration."

Harra looked at her husband and pouted. She raised her hand and slapped his chest. "Ow..."

"Addolorato, don't fly in the wheelchair." she said. She left the hall to the basement and crossed into hall to the corridor connected the living space and the second door outside.

"Déjame contarte mi nueva técnica. Sé que no tengo piernas, pero hoy ocurrió un maldito milagro. Estaba en el baño. Y estaba trabajando duro. Estaba bien, pero la maldita Conchita siguió entrando al baño y le pedí papel higiénico como quince veces. Gracias a Dios lo conseguí, pero... volvamos al milagro. Moví el dedo del pie."

"Sweet jesus..." he father lamented. 

•

The living room was shades of black, brown, red and soft white colors. In the middle of the room were two white tale that acted as the prime light source. Adjacent to the tables was the Adora sectional sofa with its deep red design, seats made out of memory foam, with three fluffy pillows, and heavy light colored red stars adorned the sides. Along with the dozens of roses covering the entire chair.

Addolorato flew in the air, remaining 12 inches from the ground. "Odio ser esa persona, pero quiero helado."

He stopped flying and planted on the ground. Addolorato moped. His sister came down the stairs in her teddy bear pajamas. "You can't have ice cream, you'll shit."

"AND I SAID. I HATE MYSELF."

"That's healthy. That means you are in tune with who you are as a person."

Addolorato turned around. "I hope your eye patch gets infected."

"I have to call the airport."

"What the fuck." he grimaced. "What? If you eat i ce cream with that kind of power. We need help."

"Suck my dick."

"Addolorato!" exclaimed Harra.

He bit his tongue. "I have been yelling. I yelled so hard, my eye balls popped out my head and this chubby bitch won't leave me alone."

"Enough." she crossed her arms. "Mommy listen." Addolorato put his hands together. "I am being stalked."

"As long as it isn't a dog."

"I know! Dogs are terrible many legged creatures and I will never forget the fact that Mismo got his--"

Harra clapped, "Enough!"

Addolorato put his head down.