Guest: Holy Water

In the earlier days of high school, I would get off the first bus at another high school and part ways with my friends to make the transfer to my second bus. This connection was about an hour long wait; sun, rain, or snow. It was an unfortunate necessity, as I lived very far out of town.

As we all became closer as friends and with some people moving into downtown, more people were getting off the bus when I was so sometimes I would have a bit of company. This would later grow into the bitching circle, and eventually be the catalyst for me being in crutches for weeks after I flashed the whole damned school.

Most of the time though, it was just Lundy and I. His mom worked in town and he often had time to kill before she was off work. Sometimes he would wait with me, and I was grateful as I always felt a little sad when I watched everyone go.

We would sit on the curb and talked about everything. Laughed at everything. I think I often over acted my reactions because he was so chill. Most of the time he'd just cock an eyebrow and look at me like I was the single most retarded thing he'd ever have the unfortunate pleasure of dealing with.

Truthfully, I do have my moments.

A mutual friend of ours was having a birthday soon. As we were both poor we decided to go in on a gift for the guy and we were wandering around town looking for something cheap but not tacky for a present. I don't know why we ended up in the local magic shop, but we did, channeling scooby gang-like tendencies I'm sure. We looked at crystals, and tarot cards, and eventually found in the back a collection of glass vials and bottles hand labeled with things like 'HEALING ELIXER' and 'STRESS TONIC'.

Then there it was,

'HOLY WATER'

Julian was raised Christian. Several of our groups members were practicing Wicca. The rest of us were a mix of everything from Atheists, Agnostics, and Druids. Things were interesting.

As for Lundy and I?

We were troublemakers.

We bought the vial of Holy water, a glass bottle the size of your palm with a cork stopper. The water itself was clear and smelled faintly of vinegar. We figured, we'd give it to Julian at the upcoming Solstice party, and hopefully there would be shenanigans.

Sure enough, there was. Julian loved our gift. Our Wicca friends were performing a skyclad ritual in a locked room, excluding everyone else. We three stood in the kitchen at the party and we tried to figure out how the best way to use the water effectively.

I can't recall who found the massive brass cross in the dining room but there it was. Huge cross in hand, holy water in the other Julian solemnly approached the closed door. He began to splash the water on the heavy oak door and wave the cross while chanting what I'm sure was a rendition of The Lord's Prayer. It was really hard to tell with all the giggling.

It didn't take long for Natalie, wrapped in a sheet, to throw the door open in a rage and narrowly miss getting sprinkled. She screamed at us and we all scurried away, smothering laughter.

We shrugged it off, it wasn't like we'd get locked out on the porch all night, or something.