High School Psychopath

Chapter 2- Chance Encounter

**Peter's POV**

Peter had after school U.I.L practice today so he had an excuse to stay away from his two bedroom apartment. It wasn't that he was an ungrateful little dweeb but that he didn't like to see his mother come home from work exhausted to the point of just falling on bed. He prefer to stay in school and use his time productively. At least he could hang with people that were serious about succeeding just like him. He didn't talk to them much but he enjoyed their presence since it made him believe he had somewhere he belonged. He like to think them as friends, as people who would notice his absence and more importantly acknowledge him.

Practice ended and he exited the school building, making his way toward the line of buses. He sat by himself and looked over his window just as the bus started moving. It was hilarious, the scenery he saw as the sun dipped over the horizon. Anise was divided in two and the road he was traveling on served as the boundary between the two distinct worlds that were only a few feet away. On the left were the immaculate buildings and nicely dressed people while on the right side were the decaying old buildings and poorly dressed people.

The reason for this dysfunctional division was all thanks to Edmond Rose. Thirty odd years ago this rich man built a meat factory on this town. His reasoning was that he wanted to spend more time with his family. Of course only extremely needed people would take employment for the dangerous and arduous labour the meat factory presented. Soon Anise was flooded by immigrant families from all over. Since the already established wealthy families didn't want to mix with the new immigrating families they gradually began forming their own exclusive community and took all the resources with them.

In fact his father was a German immigrant while his mother was a Mexican immigrant. His father died four years ago working as a sanitation crew member. Since then his mother became his only pillar of support as the world crumbled around him.

The bus turned toward the wealthy section of Anise and stopped at what was referred as a "blue blood" neighborhood. He knew the bus driver wouldn't go to his neighborhood, the underprivileged section so taking this as his quo he left the bus. He didn't want to go home just yet despite the knowledge that his neighborhood grew dangerous in the cover of the night.

He decided to walk on the opposite side of town, into the the "blue blood's" world. He was greeted by clean streets devoid of loitering and littering. The windows and walls of buildings were devoid of any kind of blemish, a sharp contrast to the graffiti covered neighborhood he lived in. Even the people were different, rather than stare menacingly at any one who so much as took a peek at them, the folk greeted and help one another.

The fact that this place existed only a few blocks from the dump he called home didn't anger him, in fact it made him appreciated it. It made the transition from a lower to a higher class all the more real. One day he would live here with his mom while the rest of them rot in that dump.

He continue strolling down the block looking at the many stores that jutted on either side of the "blue blood" streets. One particular store caught his attention, an old antique shop with a faded sign. It stuck like a sore thumb compare to the other businesses and maybe that was the reason he caught notice of it.

He went inside, the jingle of the bell announcing his entrance to the shopkeeper, an bespectacled old man with balding grey hair. The old man barely looked his way before tuning him out. Though it was a complete turn off for any potential customer his curiosity overrode the rude greeting. To anyone else the store held only trash but to him it held interesting artifacts. He caught sight of a wooden vault covered in carvings of strange creatures. He walk toward it and opened it, releasing a cloud of dust that made him cough. He wafted the dust away and proceeded to see what was inside. Neatly stack together were books and journals. He grinned maybe this was a good day after all. He lifted the entire thing, the vault was about two feet wide making it very cumbersome. He brought it toward the counter and cleared his voice.