Dennis Rausch

Down the street from East Rivercrest is a small trailer park community that no one talks about much. I bet if you went up to the average ERHS student and asked her where Ashley Creek was, she'd say, "Who?" Nonetheless, Ashley Creek is the name of this trailer park.

With its close proximity to ERHS, you'd imagine that lots of residents of Ashley Creek attended the school. This is probably true. However, no one would ever dare represent Ashley Creek... except Dennis Rausch.

Dennis Rausch is not your typical trailer park kid. But then again, what is a trailer park kid? I think when people think of the type of person that resides in a trailer park, they think of someone a little dirty, a little unkempt, and maybe even a little unfortunate. Dennis is none of these things.

Walk into any Honors or AP Senior year class, and look for the most attractive guy in the room. That is Dennis Rausch.

Walk into the National Honors Society meeting at 7:30 every other Wednesday and look for the guy standing in the front of the room recording service hours. That is Dennis Rausch.

Walk down the street in front of East Rivercrest and look for the scantily clad 30-something year old lady. That is not Dennis Rausch. That is actually the bane of Dennis' existence. That is his older sister, who is frequently called Dirty.

No one knows Dennis' sister's real name. And no one would dare ask Dennis either. Dennis actually despises his sister and pretends that he isn't really related to her. The only reason M and I know that Dirty is Dennis' sister is because we followed them home one day.

"Woah. It's Dirty Rausch," M said as we stood by my car watching Jadria skank her way into some underclassman's dad's Audi.

"That chick is a bad case," I replied.

"Are you talking about Dirty or Jadria?"

"Does it matter?" I asked.

"True," M laughed. "Look, here comes Dennis. Poor kid. I can't believe that's his sister."

"What if it's not his sister?" I asked.

"Are you retarded? Why else would he pick her up every afternoon and walk her down the road?" M asked.

"Maybe he's trying to get service hours for NHS," I replied.

"You're a tool."

"Okay then, M, let's find out for good. My bet is that Dirty is NOT his sister," I decided.

"You're on. But my money says that Dirty and Dennis come from the same raunchy above ground gene pool."

We walked behind the two of them, Dennis almost dragging the girl down the street. A couple times, we did hear Dirty address Dennis as little bubby, and that validated M, but I was still pretty unsure. So, we kept following them, until they turned into Ashley Creek. At the entrance to Ashley Creek, we stopped.

"I am not about to walk up in there," I explained.

"I don't blame you... seriously," M lauged. "But look at what trailer they are going into."

At the end of the drive, Dennis was dragging the lady up the stairs into what looked like the worst trailer in the park. It was overgrown with greenery and the carport to the left of it was filled with overgrowth as well. There clearly had not been a vehicle there for some time. My mind was made up. That was his strung out sister, and they were making ends meet the best they could. Better yet, Dennis was making ends meet the best he could.

We stood there taking in the scenery of Ashley Creek for about 30 or so minutes. We watched another crackhead walk up to Dennis' trailer and shout, "Ay, boy, tell your sister to come out here! She said she wanted this chronic by this afternoon!"

We were then certain.

But as we turned to walk back up towards the school, we noticed a quite attractive, busty blonde come out of trailer #621 and get into a familiar looking cherry red H2.

"No way," M said.

"I love you, Mom!" the girl called as she drove away.

We immediately ducked behind some bushes and waited for the car to pull up to the exit to the main road.

It was Chryssy Bale.