She remembers a home life with a Mother and Father. Mother was cheerful but kept a lot of secrets. Father was fun loving and agreeable but had no spine. There is a lot more to find but it is distinctly buried.
A guy is standing next to a brick school building and a blue beetle car. He is a mocking and praising, mean and reassuring, emotionally manipulating, asshole.
Male in the yearbook (1990) making fake smile face. Probably smarmy man. ALEX FOSTER. Graduated in 1991.
Few pictures in the front that feel familiar.
Senior class track and field meet- two dozen girls in track suits. IT IS MY FACE.
Picture of myself. Smiling awkwardly. RACHEL SLATER. There is a bruise on my chin mostly hidden by the composition of the portrait.
Tech students working with Mr. Wheeler. Side profile of myself and Alex Foster in the same class (not working on the same thing). He's giving me some kind of look (though his back is to the camera).
Mixed emotions related to the name. Rebellious pride. Shame and embarrassment. Stubborn something.
Find a woman named Rachel Slater that looks older than me. She has a Facebook page. Somewhere in her late 30s. Does not have any relationship status listed. Does not have a job listed, but can see that there are a lot of pictures of her at a restaurant (decent Italian place). No address. Birthday is Nov 14th birthday, 1985. Has the same high school (River Valley) that I visited listed.
Find a man named Alex Foster. Facebook page and other social media profiles. No birthday listed. In the photos of him, the smile that he is wearing looks fake. Not a single happy photo of him in his entire timeline. Has friends and jokes on his page. Not a lot that is public. Most pictures of are him at bars or at BBQs. No working photos. Can see his friends and Rachel Slater is there.
Olive's Italian Cuisine!!!
It is a high school or middle school with sky blue lockers and a stupid grey seal mascot. There is a teacher with poof-y red hair.
It is a blue beetle car that runs on gasoline, has leather seats, Maine plates, and an antique vehicle (no need for it to fit with modern car standards). It isn't Ruby's car ut she can remember riding in it. There is a sent associated with the car (not car smell) that is non-offensive chemical product.
Details from Solomon/Prymia Investigation:
One or Two Schools that look very similar with Seal Mascots, both in Port Bowen Inner City School District
Dozen people with antique blue Beatles posted for sale that live within the city
Plan to hunt down a yearbook from either of these two schools
Sitting in a bathtub, very small with few cares in the world, little rubber duckies beside the bathtub and golfballs that float, taking one ball out and pushing it around in the water, examining it now I see in the door to this bathroom my mother watching over me smiling.
Mother looks unhappy, angry not disappointed. I am trepidatious. She says something- words don't matter but they hurt.
Getting out of the blue car with smarmy guy and going to a house- smarmy guys house- it is late and he opens the door and I see a similar face on his father that I saw on my mother- his father doesn't say anything and grabs smarmy guy before shutting the door in his face- hear sounds of pain.
Face of someone that I know to be my father- he is working in a concept of a garage and seems to be working on some kind of machinery (something metallic and metal)- he is working on a motorbike- doing dad stuff in the garage- I'm holding some metal pieces and oil and lubricant is all over my hands- he is explaining things- he is telling me about pistons and how they pull and push which does things- nonsense- but liked the sound of his voice.
A different place- a school sort of place- I am surrounded by a lot of noise and people- people I know and don't really like- there is a hawk nosed teacher and I am working on something metal and making something with it- the teacher is rasping at me- his voice sucks and I don't like the sound of it at all- ugh- doesn't measure up to what I wanted
Disappointment feeds into another memory- at home with a report card on the kitchen table- parents talking to me disappointedly- their words hurt- disappointment hurts- I saw it coming and that makes it worse.
At a park- a small place that I remember and it was "near"- there with some friends (people I know and like) and who I may have run around with before- all girls all high school aged- sitting there in a park late at night- clouds with moons peaking slightly through and I am looking at the remnants of wood playground equipment- clear and only a little chilly- smoking a pack of cigarettes and hating on life and ragging on the unfairness of it.
In a parking lot outside of a fast food place- standing next to the blue car next to Alex- we are fighting, not a knockdown drag out brawl but screaming and shouting slapping match- content unclear- whiplash of emotion for sad and hurt to anger and hurt. Confusion stands out very clearly.
Easily transitions to a memory of my parents standing in a living room- I'm peaking around the stairs and shouldn't be there- parents are fighting and get the impression that they are physically fighting- they are confused and they are angry and they are sad- it is late at night.
In a darkened classroom- lights are off and a projector is on in the front- boring maybe movie, maybe documentary film on the projector- I am busy furiously making out with someone who isn't Alex- happy about that in a vengeful sort of way
Alex and I are at a movie in the blue car- ignoring the movie and furiously making out- happiness and sadness- a familiar feeling of having remorse for what could not be again.
Something completely lost to ruby at the time was that: a snippet of me and Alex in a car (the blue one) and he's in the drivers seat with slicked back hair and smarmy smile. This was just before the door to his house and meeting his folks. You see on his face that he's driving and smarm-ing at me and seems in control- teenage me would have liked that- but as he's driving I recognize the house and get the sense that I know this is his house. His face and his expression changes and he's scared about something and hiding it (terribly but I was concerned with me at the time)- there is a pause in the conversation and then it segues into the scene.
The very last thing that I remember is being wet in the rain (might not have been actual rain), being tired, being viciously angry and being cripplingly sad about it.