Wowee. You're plumb hungover like a backwards polecat, and are confused enough to have no idea where that folksy metaphor came from, let alone why the sun's shinin' now. It was night when you got thumped across the face by Cletus, wasn't it? You had gone there for some drinks, just fer no reaso...wait, no, that's goddamn false. You always come hang out with the big fellas after you get off your shift at the stop. Right?
It feels right to think that you work at a truck stop now and have worked there for a while, and that you're a long term high school buddy, rather than a new aquantince of Cletus and the boys. So you decide it is right. But your body feels weird, though...
You decide to get up off the couch, and quickly lie back down once you feel the upchuck arising from the morning from getting up too quick. Joy of joys. You get up slower, blinking rapidly & praying to Jesus you don't ralph right here & now in the middle of the crapp...pretty decen...truely nice house your friend Cletus let you crash at. Wait, daytime and you're still here?You calm yourself after getting hot & bothered about work, remembering you have no shift today, and besides, you work nights, which you enjoy for th' most part. Some ah th' reg-u-lars can get a little touchy-feely after 10, and that's always uncomfortable. You check your body in the mirror, and see at least it's a good piece of tail ,or assets, they've been lustin' over. Not like you ever got these things measured at one a' them Secret Vicky's or something (who cares, tits are tits), but they naturally look like the front end of a VW Beetle. Big, round, and kind of wobbly, which is good, y'know. Makes 'em not put on airs like so many a' those girls on the teevee. They pushes out the old Dollyworld sweatshirt yer wearing right now, anyways. Postereure? You turn to the left, and kinda jump a little, pleased at the resulting ripple through hips and a rear that just scream your foremothers laid on their backs all day, whether receiving or giving out. Even if the only pair of pants you got right now is yer ex-cheerleader friend Tamara's stolen streched-out cheer team sweats, you make 'em look good. You brush yer oily/dirty dyed strawberry blonde hair's bangs outta yer eyes, trying not to adjust yer curlers while doing so...there! With a rogue pink butterfly clip, your hair is now tastefully stuck up for the moment. You think to scheduale an appointment with Bernice at the mall, because these bangs have been giving you hell for weeks...wow, you, girl, look gourgeous. You allow yourself a braced-faced smile (not ending up with the English peasant dragontooth face a' the rest of yer family is worth the cheap bills), and yer dimples show, and yer freckly nose turns up oh so slightly, and yer grey eyes twinkle like shadowy stars, and you think "Cletus is a lucky guy to have me for a sister." Right?
It feels right to think of yourself as an 19 year old lil' trailer trash princess, whose after-high-school career has consisted of quickly getting a job at the local truck stop with the night shift, trying to fix the things the Preppy Prostitute Club used to tease you about with your excess tip money as you live with your brother for the time being, and partying with his friends as the night rolls on.
It feels right to have developed in like 5th grade and gained a hourglasses body that a grain of sand couldn't fit through on the waste due to your beautiful high metabolism. You decide those things are true then. But wait, you looked like you've gained weight, somehow, and only in the belly and breasts...oh god.
You remember the dreaded uncertainty. The cookout a few months back that ended with you and some guy getting hot and heavy, and you being unable to move the next day due to shame. You remember why you've only been wearing sweats for the months afterwards. You remember how nervous you were at graduation that the baby bump could be seen through your gown. You remember the expression your brother got on his face when you told him, and how you've always wanted to forget it since. Mostly, you just remember not giving a shit about pregnancy's problems, and just wanting to have a kid after the shock went away. A little boy or girl to care for and help. Something that you accomplished, even if it was amazingly awkward. Something...
*BRING BRING*
You grab the wall phone on the trailer wall on the 2nd ring. "Y'ello? May ah ask who's calling?" "Delilah! I found him!" "Cletus? Wha..." "I found your baby daddy!" The sounds of pain and suffering can be heard over Cletus' voice. "OMG! Yer a crazy guy, bro?" "Duh doy, you just figure that out? NOBODY SHOULD HAVE TOUCHED MY SISTER, ESPECIALLY YOU! See you at homs in a bit, sissy." After the click, you start to wonder who the father really is...