Poison Wood Therapeutic Academy for Girls
Kisatchie National Forest
Meadow
Dear Diary,
So I think I committed a felony tonight. I’m just kidding. Kind of.
Me and the girls snuck out through the basement cellar doors tonight and we start running like we are prisoners who escaped jail.
And we’re laughing and singing and then we see it.
This beat up piece of shit pick-up truck.
It’s just sitting there. And we all look at each other and I’m like, “Wonder if the keys are inside?”
The keys were inside!!! So we took it.
It was so fun. I swear to god we got it to a hundred once we found our way to the road.
We drove to Piedmont in search of green beer for St. Patrick’s Day but none of the St. Matthews boys were around so on our way back I’m driving and one of the girls covers my eyes with her hands and I start screaming and take my foot off the gas and she’s like, “I dare you to keep going” and so I keep going and she says, “faster” and I punch it and I can’t see anything and I’m screaming and they’re screaming and we’re all screaming and then one of them yells, “Look out!” and I’m like “I can’t look out! !!!!”
And then I hit something.
We heard it thump under the truck and I slammed on the brakes.
Then it was weirdly quiet and all we could hear was the truck running and it was so dark.
Like pitch black, horror-movie dark but I could see the red of the brake lights when I looked in the rearview mirror and exhaust coming out of the back of the truck.
But I saw something else. Something in the road, a lump.
I got out and they were screaming at me to get back in the truck but I walked to the back and looked. It was a baby deer.
And you know what’s weird?
Killing something didn’t bother me nearly as much as I thought it would.