The Suicide Squad: A Short Story
It was my junior year of high school. One of the happiest, most exciting years of my life. It wasn’t because I was finally able to drive, or because I was excited to almost be done with high school. It was because I had the most amazing friend group in the world. I had the Suicide Squad. We did everything together, went for breakfast, made Decorah trips, and talked constantly in our group chat. We each had our own nicknames acquired over the first few months of squad-ship. The first nickname given was God simply because what he said went. The next was Trash. Although we love him just as much as everyone else and really didn’t think he was trash, he just had too many unnecessary letters in his last name that I decided needed to be taken out
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and what was left in his last name was trash. Prick came about when we made plans to go out to eat at our usual restaurant Sue Z Q’s. I believe he was in Decorah and couldn’t make it back in time so from that day on we called him a prick. My nickname came next. I was the Boy because of a nape undercut I got on impulse at the beginning of the year. In my band uniform I actually do look like a boy from the back. The last of the original squad to get a nickname was FSM (Fairy Squad Mother). She was the oldest of us all and earned that title. Bean came later in the year and was named due to her horrid farts and a weird little prank she called a “bean dip” (if you really want to know what that is you can google it, but I’m not saying). The “Squad” started in the middle of cross country camp.
Four of us were in cross country and had completed our watermelon run that night. Somehow we weren’t totally stuffed with our juicy watermelons from practice, and we wanted more. Me and FSM were best friends at this point and we devised a plan to buy more watermelon at Fareway and eat up in the tree loft where my zip line starts. We had been friends with God for a long time and had been friends with Trash’s older brother, so it seemed like a no brainer to invite them. FSM picked up Prick on the way to my house and I went to Fareway with God and used his super Fareway skills to pick up the best watermelon ever. We made our way to my house and I ran inside to get a knife calling out to my dad, “What kind of knife do you use to cut watermelon?”. He was slightly confused as could be expected, and I grabbed a knife and ran out before he got his thoughts together enough to answer. None of us were expert watermelon cutters, and it showed on that poor, mangled watermelon, but that was the day that our individual friendships began to meld into an amazing group we called the Watermelon Gang, later called Suicide …show more content…
Squad. Our adventures were full of laughter, smiles, and even some pain and fear. The day before Halloween, squad minus FSM, who had to work as she often did, decided to go on a Decorah trip. Although God had the smallest of vehicles of those who could drive in squad, he was chosen to be our chauffeur for that night. I believe the original intent of ours was a mission to find the perfect pumpkin at Pinter’s, but that plan fell through as we realized upon approaching the patch, that we didn’t really want to work that hard for a pumpkin. So Walmart was our next choice. As we neared the downward curve that leads to Decorah, I decided I was bored and needed something to do. I asked God if he had anything to color on and he quickly opened his center console to get me the SpongeBob notepad he used for all of his notes to me at the time (I found great amusement at watching him angrily climb over the passenger seat to get into his truck because I parked too close and he would always write me a note so I would know how much of a jerk I was). Why I decided this late in the ride that I was bored, I don’t know. But what I do know is that me being my needy little self, I almost got us killed. As he looked down to get the notepad, we started down the curve, but kept going straight. He realized what was happening right as we hit the rumble strip. If he hadn’t looked up, we would have gone straight off the road, down the huge hill near a little house by the river. When we finally caught our breath and our heartrates slowed, we all laughed. I suppose that’s the stupid teenager in us, but at the time, we thought it was hilarious that we almost died. But we lived to experience the horrible pain of the next day. We did not spend Halloween the way most normal people would, but I guess none of us truly consider ourselves “normal”. Our activities that day included dyeing my hair (horrible mistake), waxing our legs (also bad), and shaving God’s legs (pain in the butt). To start with the dyeing of my hair. I had dyed my hair once before as a little act of rebellion when my parents took my sister to her new home in Arizona. Unfortunately, it didn’t even show in my hair. So I decided I should try again a few months later. When we went to Walmart the day before, I found a cheap box of hair dye for like $3 and thought what the hell might as well and bought it. At the time my hair was a mousy dirty blonde color and I hated it, so I decided to try darker. FSM was my master hair stylist, and everyone gathered around as she worked the nasty smelling mixture through my hair. After waiting the instructed amount of time, she began to wash it out, and to my horror she worriedly said, “It looks purple.” And it was true. The water coming from my hair looked a purple-gray color that I did not want in my hair. But I crossed my fingers and hoped it would turn out alright, and I thought it did at the time. The color was such a dark brown it was almost black. But I loved it, probably only because it was different. Everyone else said they loved it too, but looking back now, we all realize it was a mistake. So now on to mistake number 2. Me and FSM had a grand idea to grow out our leg hair for the entire month, and then try waxing it. I had never waxed my legs before, only my eyebrows which caused them to break out horribly. But I went along with it anyway. We got the Veet wax strips from Walmart and I warmed them by rubbing my hands. I tore the strips apart and stuck one on my leg, instantly feeling the horror as I realized I would have to tear it off. I couldn’t do it myself, so one of the others did it more me and instantly my leg was on fire and flamed a bright red color. Not 5 minutes later, little red bumps formed on my shin, just as they had on my eyebrows. Never again. All of the boys got one strips sneakily stuck onto themselves as well so they would go through the pain we did, but we decided to take it one step farther with God. I thought it would be hilarious to shave his legs. And although I was right about the hilarious part, it was a huge pain in the butt. I couldn’t make one stroke up his calf without having to clean the blade halfway through! The amount of hair in the water tub was disgusting. Another thing I will never do again. Squad was going as great through the winter months as we had in the fall. We still hung out when we could, and even added our new member, Bean! But something that amazing couldn’t last. And it didn’t. It wasn’t long after the start of the new year that things in squad began to change for the worse. The beginning to the end of squad started in November.
Things happened and FSM starting dating Trash. Not one day after, God asked me out as well. And for a while it was okay. We put up some ground rules for when we hung out as a group, such as no making out and stuff (like no duh), and cuddling to a minimum. FSM and Trash were kind of a touchy couple, and it didn’t bother me much but Bean and Prick would get quite annoyed. Me and God weren’t that way at the time, but that changed after I went away for just over a week to visit my sister, and after that, we wanted to spend every second of every day with each other and just be close. We weren’t gross or anything, but we definitely always held hands or something when we were together. And this is when a lot of problems pulled us all
apart. After only maybe a month or two into their relationship, FSM and Trash were growing apart in a way. She could sense it and I think threw herself at him more to try to keep him, but it pushed him away. They lasted only a little after Valentine’s day (a day we decided to double date, HORRIBLE IDEA). But once they started growing apart, FSM would get irritated when me and God were being close, or just talk to the two of us. At the time I thought she was being a hypocrite and just being clinging towards me, but now I realize that it may have been because she saw in us what she wished she had with Trash. Even after they broke up, she would still get irritated with me if I rejected her plans after I had already made plans with God. After a while, it became a more work than fun to try to get squad together. Me and God didn’t like going because if we so much as looked at each other, we got yelled at, and Trash was still kind of awkward around FSM. We started hanging out less and less, but made a promise to ourselves in early February that we would see the new Suicide Squad movie together, as a last hangout before we totally fell apart. Not much happened over the summer. Me and FSM worked at the Lime Springs Pool together and although we had a rough start to summer due to another “friend” we made it through. I hung out with God almost every day and grew more in love with him. He very quickly became my best friend and soon I stopped telling FSM the things I normally told her, and told God instead. He paid attention to me, and after my friendship with FSM, filled with stories being told as she stared at her phone, it was a nice change and I got used to being treated like I was important. I agree I had a part in our fall, but a lot of it was just not putting up with crap anymore. The school year started and I hated it. I didn’t have hardly any classes with God and always felt very alone. FSM would always talk to anyone else before talking to me even though she claimed we were still best friends, and often I would sit entire class periods in silence. I tried so hard to keep her happy, but she always took any frustrations from the day out on me. Often I would go to God and just talk to him about her and how she always treated me like a second choice, and finally he told me to just stop putting up with it. Stop trying to keep her happy when all she did was ignore me. I stopped paying attention, stopped making her my number one priority, stopped caring if I didn’t have a single friend in my class, and it made me so much happier. And this was how Boy and FSM, the legendary best friends, fell apart. Squad was still somewhat talking in our group chat, but the long, silly conversations turned into jokes we saw on the internet, or some funny horoscope. But we still held on to our Suicide Squad date. After the movie came out in theaters, we picked a day everyone except for God didn’t have to work, but God found someone to work for him, and decided we would go. But a few days before the planned date, Prick went with some other friends, ruining it. Me and FSM weren’t happy with him, but we decided to all still plan on going the original day. But when that day came, after God had found someone to work for him and everything, they decided they wanted to just go to FSM’s house instead. I was pissed to say the least. It was supposed to be the one last thing we did together, and they all bailed. Me and God decided to go anyway, angering the others who went to FSM’s house. That was the true end of squad. Even now, a few months later, we are all still friends, just on a much lesser scale. Our conversations never get any deeper than simply making fun of one another for a moment, or tapping one’s shoulder then running to the other side. Squad still hangs on through that group chat, that originally was so active that we would have to mute it, to just a few messages a week occasionally. We had a great year together, and I loved it. Although we didn’t last long, and some relationships have been strained, I wouldn’t trade our memories for the world, and I will always cherish my amazing memories I made with my squad.
and what was left in his last name was trash. Prick came about when we made plans to go out to eat at our usual restaurant Sue Z Q’s. I believe he was in Decorah and couldn’t make it back in time so from that day on we called him a prick. My nickname came next. I was the Boy because of a nape undercut I got on impulse at the beginning of the year. In my band uniform I actually do look like a boy from the back. The last of the original squad to get a nickname was FSM (Fairy Squad Mother). She was the oldest of us all and earned that title. Bean came later in the year and was named due to her horrid farts and a weird little prank she called a “bean dip” (if you really want to know what that is you can google it, but I’m not saying). The “Squad” started in the middle of cross country camp.
Four of us were in cross country and had completed our watermelon run that night. Somehow we weren’t totally stuffed with our juicy watermelons from practice, and we wanted more. Me and FSM were best friends at this point and we devised a plan to buy more watermelon at Fareway and eat up in the tree loft where my zip line starts. We had been friends with God for a long time and had been friends with Trash’s older brother, so it seemed like a no brainer to invite them. FSM picked up Prick on the way to my house and I went to Fareway with God and used his super Fareway skills to pick up the best watermelon ever. We made our way to my house and I ran inside to get a knife calling out to my dad, “What kind of knife do you use to cut watermelon?”. He was slightly confused as could be expected, and I grabbed a knife and ran out before he got his thoughts together enough to answer. None of us were expert watermelon cutters, and it showed on that poor, mangled watermelon, but that was the day that our individual friendships began to meld into an amazing group we called the Watermelon Gang, later called Suicide …show more content…
Squad. Our adventures were full of laughter, smiles, and even some pain and fear. The day before Halloween, squad minus FSM, who had to work as she often did, decided to go on a Decorah trip. Although God had the smallest of vehicles of those who could drive in squad, he was chosen to be our chauffeur for that night. I believe the original intent of ours was a mission to find the perfect pumpkin at Pinter’s, but that plan fell through as we realized upon approaching the patch, that we didn’t really want to work that hard for a pumpkin. So Walmart was our next choice. As we neared the downward curve that leads to Decorah, I decided I was bored and needed something to do. I asked God if he had anything to color on and he quickly opened his center console to get me the SpongeBob notepad he used for all of his notes to me at the time (I found great amusement at watching him angrily climb over the passenger seat to get into his truck because I parked too close and he would always write me a note so I would know how much of a jerk I was). Why I decided this late in the ride that I was bored, I don’t know. But what I do know is that me being my needy little self, I almost got us killed. As he looked down to get the notepad, we started down the curve, but kept going straight. He realized what was happening right as we hit the rumble strip. If he hadn’t looked up, we would have gone straight off the road, down the huge hill near a little house by the river. When we finally caught our breath and our heartrates slowed, we all laughed. I suppose that’s the stupid teenager in us, but at the time, we thought it was hilarious that we almost died. But we lived to experience the horrible pain of the next day. We did not spend Halloween the way most normal people would, but I guess none of us truly consider ourselves “normal”. Our activities that day included dyeing my hair (horrible mistake), waxing our legs (also bad), and shaving God’s legs (pain in the butt). To start with the dyeing of my hair. I had dyed my hair once before as a little act of rebellion when my parents took my sister to her new home in Arizona. Unfortunately, it didn’t even show in my hair. So I decided I should try again a few months later. When we went to Walmart the day before, I found a cheap box of hair dye for like $3 and thought what the hell might as well and bought it. At the time my hair was a mousy dirty blonde color and I hated it, so I decided to try darker. FSM was my master hair stylist, and everyone gathered around as she worked the nasty smelling mixture through my hair. After waiting the instructed amount of time, she began to wash it out, and to my horror she worriedly said, “It looks purple.” And it was true. The water coming from my hair looked a purple-gray color that I did not want in my hair. But I crossed my fingers and hoped it would turn out alright, and I thought it did at the time. The color was such a dark brown it was almost black. But I loved it, probably only because it was different. Everyone else said they loved it too, but looking back now, we all realize it was a mistake. So now on to mistake number 2. Me and FSM had a grand idea to grow out our leg hair for the entire month, and then try waxing it. I had never waxed my legs before, only my eyebrows which caused them to break out horribly. But I went along with it anyway. We got the Veet wax strips from Walmart and I warmed them by rubbing my hands. I tore the strips apart and stuck one on my leg, instantly feeling the horror as I realized I would have to tear it off. I couldn’t do it myself, so one of the others did it more me and instantly my leg was on fire and flamed a bright red color. Not 5 minutes later, little red bumps formed on my shin, just as they had on my eyebrows. Never again. All of the boys got one strips sneakily stuck onto themselves as well so they would go through the pain we did, but we decided to take it one step farther with God. I thought it would be hilarious to shave his legs. And although I was right about the hilarious part, it was a huge pain in the butt. I couldn’t make one stroke up his calf without having to clean the blade halfway through! The amount of hair in the water tub was disgusting. Another thing I will never do again. Squad was going as great through the winter months as we had in the fall. We still hung out when we could, and even added our new member, Bean! But something that amazing couldn’t last. And it didn’t. It wasn’t long after the start of the new year that things in squad began to change for the worse. The beginning to the end of squad started in November.
Things happened and FSM starting dating Trash. Not one day after, God asked me out as well. And for a while it was okay. We put up some ground rules for when we hung out as a group, such as no making out and stuff (like no duh), and cuddling to a minimum. FSM and Trash were kind of a touchy couple, and it didn’t bother me much but Bean and Prick would get quite annoyed. Me and God weren’t that way at the time, but that changed after I went away for just over a week to visit my sister, and after that, we wanted to spend every second of every day with each other and just be close. We weren’t gross or anything, but we definitely always held hands or something when we were together. And this is when a lot of problems pulled us all
apart. After only maybe a month or two into their relationship, FSM and Trash were growing apart in a way. She could sense it and I think threw herself at him more to try to keep him, but it pushed him away. They lasted only a little after Valentine’s day (a day we decided to double date, HORRIBLE IDEA). But once they started growing apart, FSM would get irritated when me and God were being close, or just talk to the two of us. At the time I thought she was being a hypocrite and just being clinging towards me, but now I realize that it may have been because she saw in us what she wished she had with Trash. Even after they broke up, she would still get irritated with me if I rejected her plans after I had already made plans with God. After a while, it became a more work than fun to try to get squad together. Me and God didn’t like going because if we so much as looked at each other, we got yelled at, and Trash was still kind of awkward around FSM. We started hanging out less and less, but made a promise to ourselves in early February that we would see the new Suicide Squad movie together, as a last hangout before we totally fell apart. Not much happened over the summer. Me and FSM worked at the Lime Springs Pool together and although we had a rough start to summer due to another “friend” we made it through. I hung out with God almost every day and grew more in love with him. He very quickly became my best friend and soon I stopped telling FSM the things I normally told her, and told God instead. He paid attention to me, and after my friendship with FSM, filled with stories being told as she stared at her phone, it was a nice change and I got used to being treated like I was important. I agree I had a part in our fall, but a lot of it was just not putting up with crap anymore. The school year started and I hated it. I didn’t have hardly any classes with God and always felt very alone. FSM would always talk to anyone else before talking to me even though she claimed we were still best friends, and often I would sit entire class periods in silence. I tried so hard to keep her happy, but she always took any frustrations from the day out on me. Often I would go to God and just talk to him about her and how she always treated me like a second choice, and finally he told me to just stop putting up with it. Stop trying to keep her happy when all she did was ignore me. I stopped paying attention, stopped making her my number one priority, stopped caring if I didn’t have a single friend in my class, and it made me so much happier. And this was how Boy and FSM, the legendary best friends, fell apart. Squad was still somewhat talking in our group chat, but the long, silly conversations turned into jokes we saw on the internet, or some funny horoscope. But we still held on to our Suicide Squad date. After the movie came out in theaters, we picked a day everyone except for God didn’t have to work, but God found someone to work for him, and decided we would go. But a few days before the planned date, Prick went with some other friends, ruining it. Me and FSM weren’t happy with him, but we decided to all still plan on going the original day. But when that day came, after God had found someone to work for him and everything, they decided they wanted to just go to FSM’s house instead. I was pissed to say the least. It was supposed to be the one last thing we did together, and they all bailed. Me and God decided to go anyway, angering the others who went to FSM’s house. That was the true end of squad. Even now, a few months later, we are all still friends, just on a much lesser scale. Our conversations never get any deeper than simply making fun of one another for a moment, or tapping one’s shoulder then running to the other side. Squad still hangs on through that group chat, that originally was so active that we would have to mute it, to just a few messages a week occasionally. We had a great year together, and I loved it. Although we didn’t last long, and some relationships have been strained, I wouldn’t trade our memories for the world, and I will always cherish my amazing memories I made with my squad.