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(I wrote this for my Creative Writing class in 2012. The only nonfiction work on this page thus far.)

“Do you see anything suspicious?” A boyish voice was heard over the walkie-talkie. In a synchronized notion, we glanced down at the communication device on the wooden porch we gathered around. Dustin, the brunette haired boy with freckles picked it up and spoke with conviction, “No, not yet. Everything is peaceful on this end.” He sent the message back. My blonde friend Brittany and I were sitting there, listening intently to not only the neighboring conversations around us, but our surroundings.

You would think that kids who were between the ages of nine and eleven would be interested in playing wholesome games, like Monopoly, Old Maid or even playing video games. However, we were on a mission to bring prosperity and tranquility to everyone in our sector. If it was a suicide mission, we would have sacrificed ourselves for the greater good of the town.

We were on the lookout for Big Becky.



I was ill-informed about her before we even started our objective, mostly because I had no clue about her existence prior to this. We originally was just playing a simple game of Walkie-Talkie tag which just revolved around everyone with a communicative device without our range. If they were too far out, all we would get is static and assume the other person was killed, so they discontinued playing until they were revived.

In the middle of our innocent game, the only older boy, who looked twelve or thirteen, urgently ushered us to the tree that looked strikingly similar to a Weeping Willow. He told all of us, “Big Becky might stop by,” thus earned a collective gasp from the group. Then there was just me and another boy, who took it upon him to ask the question I was about to inquire on, “Who is Big Becky?”

All eyes turned to him as the Ringleader of the group explained to him in excruciating detail. “Big Becky is the most vile, ugly and rudest bitch you’ll ever see in this area of the trailer park.” The group nodded as if they were the grand jury listening to the judge’s final decision. “She is the size of Baby Balooga, because she eats children and houses them in her stomach. They usually never come back.” We gasp as if this is the cruel reality we live in. “She has disgusting orange skin and bleached blonde hair. But that’s not the worst part!” Already leaned forward, he continued in his righteous tone of authoritativeness and adherence. “She has commissioned for this giant ogre known as Josh, who drives this white car and illegally carries shot guns in the back of the car. He may not have to get out his gun to snipe you, but he could just very well crush you because he’s so tall.” Our eyes at that point were bulging out of their sockets. What could we do to prevent this horrific tragedy to not tarnish this area of the trailer park?

“Where does she live?” The same kid asked. Some of us had a head start and already looked onward past the “Forbidden Zone” as we nicknamed it. It was blocked off by one and a half inches on cinder blocks, which made sense given there was a rift in the tectonic plates, so it prevented any vehicle trying to venture past that point. It was said that if you lived there, you were in the Wastelands. Barely any trailers existed beyond that point and if they did, they were hidden by the ongoing amount of trees that grew from that point onward.

The older kid, who revealed himself to be Spencer, told us that if we were going to sign up for the mission to protect this sector, we’d have to be careful. Nightfall was fast approaching and he wanted to make sure we all had his protection against the vile beast known as Big Becky.

Recounting the events prior to us listening to any commands given to us via the talking device, we treaded with caution. Spencer reported to us, “Everyone in the back needs to bring a flashlight and their Walkie-Talkie, be careful. The swamps might engulf you if you’re not careful.” We replied back, confirming with his logic. We all stood up, I looked up at the sky that was once a cyan blue, now turned a greying color, slowly turning to black. Stepping down from the steps, knowing that as soon as my blue and white Powerpuff Girl sneakers touched the squishy soil, we were in a war-zone. Brittany took it upon herself to have the flashlight, but she was so skittish that she almost dropped it a few times. “Alexis, I don’t know if I can do this, I’m shaking really bad right now.” Which was evident giving that the light kept jittering in a very awkward motion. Being supportive of her, I was nice enough to take the light from her. I was Dustin’s eyes in battlefield, even though that left me susceptible to any blows that may come my way. I was a walking vigil hawk given that Brittany forgot her glasses in her room, and Dustin was far-sighted. I had the best night-vision in our group.

Dustin whispers to us, “Look, I know you guys don’t want to deal with this . . . but if it comes down to it, I want you guys to run and get to safety.” I gave him an incredulous look, even if I could hear the blood rushing in my veins, the adrenaline was high. Brittany was close to tears and walked close behind us.

In the far-off distance, I noticed a car trying to pull out and up to the blocked barricade. Before it even had the chance to get closer, I said, “Wait, is that a white car coming this way?” Before Dustin could even respond, someone screamed in a blood curdling voice, “IT’S BECKY!” which caused a chain-reaction of all of us screaming and trying to find the nearest shelter. Brittany wigged out completely and already dragged me in the direction of her small abode. She shoved me inside first before following afterwards, slamming the door and securing it with all five locks. Knowing that the war hasn’t ended yet, we peaked outside the window; we noticed most of the other kids did as well. We could not hear much of what was said during the exchange between Becky’s ogre and Spencer, but before anything could escalate, the police decided to drive in to detain the situation. Brittany’s mom told us to not worry about it and stop being nosy, but we couldn’t. We had to know if this war was over, we were determined to find out if it was perfectly fine to call for a time of peace.

For what seemed ages, the police hand-cuffed and put the Ogre in the back of the car and drove off. Brittany and I rejoiced, knowing that only meant Becky’s numbers were cut in half. We were unsure if she would come back with a vengeance but we had a distinct feeling that would not be for a long time.

All we know is that peace was had and dinner was served hot with ramen noodles.