How to Use Your Tonsils

                                        How to Use Your Tonsils

                                                  Chapter 1

    Her name was Valery Delbrook.  Though she was better known world-wide as Tonsil Tina.  Valery grew up in a small town just outside of Wichita, Kansas.  Her mother and father, Jeremy and Katherin Delbrook, were two high-school dropouts, and drug users.
   
    Her father, alongside of being a heroin addict, swiftly became an alchoholic.  Katherin, on the other hand, mostly stayed with the heroin Valery's father would share with her, and on cocaine.  Though she wouldn't become an addict of it until later on.  She later began to sell the narcotics on the street for money.  Their financial situation, let's say, wasn't up to snuff.  Valer's mother, in order to keep her family under a roof while her husband was laid off or "taking a break from his job" as a mechanic, also sold her love to men.
   
    "Mom, I really don't like this person you're becoming."  Valery would often say.  But her mother would almost always have the same reply: "It's okay, sweetie" she would say, snorting the white cocaie into her nostrils.  "It's not permanent."  But she was wrong.  Way, way wrong.  She, too, became an addict of drugs.
   
    Valery never relly talked much at school.  She wouldn't really do much of anything.  In World History, she would pay attention to all of the lessons her teacher would give her about the location and the peoples.  But it was the same in all of her classes; but for some reason, the lesson "just wouldn't stick."  To make matters worse for her, all of her teachers, especially her Math teacher Mr. Fiddle, would point her out of the entire class and would just demeanor her in a way such as,
   
    "Well, Valery," they would start.  "We all know about your situation, but that's no way to --"  her situation?  How could they know anything about her situation?  They don't know what it's like to live in a house that's full of nothing but drugs and hate?  They didn't know anything about her and how she wasn't a sinister child that everyone thought she was.
   
    School wasn't her strong point, needless to say.  She would be by herself, all day, with no one to talk to.  She only had one friend.  And even she wanted nothing to do with Valery. 
   
      "You're just trash.  My mommy says that I can't be around trash, otherwise I mite get sick and end up like you!"  She said.  Valery would often envision her so-called "friend" getting hit by a car on the way home from school.
   
    "Well, who's more trash, Monica?"  Valery asked.  "The one who's trash, or the one who's even trashier and thinks she's better than everyone else?"  That was the last time she would ever have a conversation with anyone at school.  But that wasn't the only problem going on in her life at that moment.  Something even more terrible was about to happen that would changer her life on a far greater scale than she could have possibly imagined. 
   
    Valery walked slowly to her house from her bus stop that was roughly fourty-five feet away.  Walking slowly always cleared her mind of insanities that would creep into her skull and fill her brain with "unnatural thoughts."  One such occasion led her to think of committing a school-shooting.  But, luckily for the other students, she didn't know where to find one.  On the way home, Valery noticed a little tin can on the side of the crumbled, black highway; reminding her of the song "Space Odditty" by David Bowie.
   
    "For here am I sitting in a tin can..." she mumbled.  "Far above the world.  Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do."  That was the ultimate relaxation for her: singing her favorite song from the newly-started singer.  She was extatic at the thought that maybe, just maybe in her life, something mite happen for her in the scheme of things.  Could things really go right for her?  They certainly never happened before.  But what could possibly happen now?
   
    "What is it about today?" She wondered.  "Why do I feel... happy?  Oh well, It'll be fine!  It's not like anything drastic is going to happen today!"  Valery merrily skipped to her home, smiling and all.  This was certainly a treat for the neighbors.  They never in their life have ever seen Valery being actually happy or smiling for that matter!  But the happiness would soon end.

                                                Chapter 2

    Valery came up to her dark brown house that was literally, falling apart.  It was in a neighborhood of other houses that were a little run-down, whether it be with the coats of paint that needed touched up or the neighbors that would just let their lawn grow out of control.  But Valery's house was the worst of all.  It wasn't necessarily the color of the house that made it seem trashy, but it was the other things that went with such a house.  The car that her parents supposibly "drove places" to, was just a miserable sight.  The car was overrun with rust and there were doors missing.  It wasn't on its wheels, it was on cinder blocks.  The front door was hanging just off of its hinges and looked decrepid and termite-infested.  The roof had shingles that were missing and there was a gaping hole that made it seem impossible to bare during the winter.  But that wasn't the only thing about the house.  Inside, surprisingly, was pretty decent.  Inside, there were no roaches, no vermin.  The wallpaper wasn't peeling off and the carpet, that snow-white carpet, was put down exactly as it should and was as soft as satin.

    She turned the doorknob of the rotting door and walked inside her house to hear that the door had fallen off.  She just shrugged it off and walked through the labyrinth of a living room which was crowded with armchairs, a coffee table, and boxes from when Jeremy and Katherin first moved into the house, to get to her room.  Inside her room was a small single-person's bed perfectly alined with stuffed bears and unicorns.    She jumped on the bed, creating a wave of stuffed animals to land in a chaotic fashion on the white carpet stained pink in some places from spilt juice.