Chapter 3:

I haven't told any of my friends about the whole radio thing I've been thinking about, mainly because they would obviously laugh at me for even thinking of it. I know you're probably sceptical about the whole radio thing as well, but I can pull it off. I kind of have the odd gift of being able to make ANYTHING work. And I mean anything. In 4th grade, I caught a bad flu and was out of school for a couple of weeks. When I was away, they were doing this huge project on a city of their choice. I didn't know that we even had that project until I got back to school, a day before it was due. The next day, I brought in my project on Los Angeles, the city half the class reported on and got the highest mark out of all of them.

In the 6th grade, I got out of running laps in gym class by convincing my teacher that I had bone cancer and just had my plates put into my leg. I told him my doctor didn't want me to put too much pressure on my leg for a few weeks. Ever wondered why your gym teacher never let you get away with that excuse? That's because you didn't make up the excuse like I did.

If you're still not convinced, take this into consideration. Last year, I knew this girl in her sophomore year in high school and she was just about to have her sweet sixteen. For her party, she wanted The Used to perform. If you could see how hot she was, you can understand why I made that happen. I searched forever to get some serious dirt on the guys and black mailed them to perform (unfortunately, I can't tell you what that is for legal purposes). Comparing to all this stuff that I've done, realising the rebirth of Radio Free Roscoe shouldn't be so hard. All you need are a few microphones, some audio equalizers, a transmitter and some extra parts. Compared to my other feats, this is going to be a piece of cake.

As I walked into the lunchroom with Jessi, I spotted Dallas and Caleb sitting at near the corner. I walked up to the table and took a seat next to Dallas. Being the first day of school and all, the cafeteria was packed with people trying to buy their food. Luckily, none of us are that stupid so we packed our own lunches for the first day. Another advantage of the first day was it was only half a day. As soon as we're dismissed from our homeroom rite after lunch, we have the rest of the day off. That should probably give us time to roam around for radio transmitter parts.

"Hey, people", I said as I opened my sack lunch. " How's Mr. Davis like?"

"Not too bad, actually", Caleb said. " Didn't really make us do a lot of stuff"

"Yeah, he's kind of passive", Dallas added. "He just said a lot about himself, and told us to work hard, and that was pretty much it".

"Wow", Jessi said with a stunned look. "He must've been on Quaaludes or something. My plan this year is to find his stash". All of us started giggling at her comment. Jessi's never had a lack of sick jokes.

"Good, 'cause you'll need them", I smirked. With that comment, Jessi kicked me in the shin.

"OOOOWWWWW", I screamed in pain. " You have GOT to stop doing that!!" Jessi looked at me and gave me an evil snicker.

"Anyway, over the summer, I came up with another crazy idea", I told about my radio plan.

"Oh, this should be interesting", Dallas said, obviously interested with my plan.

"Ok, you know how Radio Free Roscoe hasn't been on for years now, rite?" I asked.

"Yes…Go on…" Caleb said.

"Well, how about a revival?" I said.

"Dude, you cannot be serious", Dallas, exclaimed.

"Come on guys, you know we have the stuff".

"Ya, but its been a long time since then", Caleb pointed out. "Not everyone listens to everything"

"But we can try"

"I know I should be supportive, but dude, this isn't going to work".

"How are we going to get all the equipment? Where are we going to broadcast from?" Dallas cut in.

"The equipment, we can get at the used electronics store a couple blocks down from here. I saved up all my birthday money. The place, we can get just about anywhere. Any place that's abandoned and has something we can use for an antenna will do fine".

"I don't know about you, but I'm on Joel's side", Jessi said out of nowhere. YES!! I got Jessi on my side. She can convince anyone to do just about anything. She would be a scene pimp.

"I still don't know. Are we going to have the time to do it?" Caleb said.

"Think about it, we spend about 2 hours hanging together after school. Just take that time and put it in a radio station. We've got plenty of time."

"But what about-"

"I'm in. I've got nothing better to do with my time and it's worth the publicity", Dallas stopped Caleb right in the middle of his sentence. The decision is pretty much made by now. Caleb never does well in situations where he's out numbered. He didn't do well in debates, he didn't do well in dodge ball and she sure as hell isn't going to do well in this.

"I don't have a choice now, don't I?"

"Nope", I said.

"Not a chance."

"Time to throw in the towel" everyone backed me up afterwards.

"I'll do it", Caleb said with a bit of an unwilling tone in his voice. But he's not fooling anyone. Obviously, he likes the idea. It's written all over his face. He just doesn't like to admit it. After lunch, the bell rang and we all trekked down to the electronics shop.

Most of the place was really dark and dusty. There were tape decks, film projectors, recording machines and basically everything but the kitchen sink. There doesn't seem to be anybody in this place either. I walk up to the desk and ring the little bell on the table. No response. I rang the bell again. Again, there's no response. I hit the bell a couple more times, yelling at the door, hoping someone is behind it. Finally, after about 10 rings, a female voice answers.

"Ok, alright, I'm coming. Don't get your knickers in a knot". That voice sounds strangely familiar. It's like I heard it before. No, I DEFINITELY heard that voice before. It's like a cross between Amy Lee and Cristina Scabbia. I hear footsteps coming from behind the door. No. It can't be her. She lives miles from here. Why would she be working here? The door opens.

"Yeah, yeah I'm here, what do you want?" The person who opens the door is Mandy. The Mandy who supposedly lives in Florida. Fine, Florida is only a couple miles from here. And I even visited her a couple times. But still. Why is she here?

"Mandy, what are you doing here?" I asked in shock.


"Is this Mandy? Wow, she's pretty cute", Caleb said.

"Who's Mandy?" Jessi asked. Oh crap, did I forget to tell her? I couldn't have. I tell her everything.

"The girl Joel digs", Dallas answered.

"Oh…and you didn't tell me", Jessi said, sounding really blue.

"I should leave…I gotta walk the dog", Dallas said, making up a lame excuse.

"Me too. Mom wants me to help with groceries." You guys are a load of bullshit. Fricken chickens disappear every time. I thought to myself. As Caleb and Dallas left, I asked Mandy again.

"Do you work here or something?"

"Sort of. I'm working here for my uncle. My parents are spending a year at my brother's boarding school. That chicken."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just got her a couple days ago and didn't really settle down yet. I know it sucks that I didn't tell you I'm really sorry.

"Must suck a lot when someone doesn't tell you something", Jessi kind of cursed under her breath. She gets really pissed off when I don't tell her things."

"Can I make it up to you?"

"Depends…you doing anything Friday night?" I really shouldn't be asking Mandy out while Jessi's in real piss off mood. But hey, I gotta take a chance when I find it.

"I should leave too", Jessi said. She started turning around and leaving.

"Jessi, wait." I called after her. But before I could go up to her Mandy grabbed my arm.

"Before you go, whatever you're planning on doing, I'm in. Pick me up at 7"

As soon as I left the store I started running after Jessi in the direction I think she went. Surprisingly, she isn't there. Damn, I really need to work on my timing skills. By now, there's no point in trying to hunt Jessi down. Well, at least I got a date out of it. And, Jessi's going to be in town which means I'm gonna be able to see her a lot more. Wait, if she's in town, shouldn't she be going to Roscoe High? If she is, that is scene.

I started walking down the street on my way home. I stopped by Mickey's to take a look at some CDs I've been wanting to get. I didn't call Jessi 'cause anyone who knows her knows that when she's pissed off, it's hard to get her to listen to anything. It's best to wait a couple hours before trying to talk to her again. After a couple minutes of that, I continued with my way home. I passed the old abandoned warehouse a block from my street and I remembered I forgot to get all the stuff from the store.