To Kill A Witch

VI

VI

Monday, September 21
{107 days}
Audrey Graham

Most could say Audrey was spoiled, but those words weren't quite true. She was much worse. She complained of everything that displeased her, and Sarah had done so Monday morning.

"Sarah! I told you that if my coats are hanging on the door, outside my bedroom, then you're supposed to iron them!" Audrey shouted to Sarah, who was across the room ironing her pink jean jacket as quick as the steaming chunk of iron would allow.

"I know, you have told me thirteen times already," Sarah grumbled through her breath.

"I wouldn't mouth back to me, Sarah. I could have you fired faster than you can say the alphabet." Audrey smirked standing up, walking her silver ballet flats heel to toe. She walked past Sarah and continued her way to the living room.

She began dragging her feet then collapsed her butt to the couch. Her eyes scanned for the remote, but she didn't see it anywhere.

"Sarah?!" she shouted annoyed by the fact that her house was in disarray.

"Check between the cushions." Sarah hollered over her shoulder; she was restraining the urge to walk over to Audrey and suffocate her with her own jacket. Death by jacket. Sarah lips formed a smile.

Audrey lifted the sides of each cushion.

"Found it!" Audrey confirmed more to herself then her maid.

She flipped onto the news, mainly because it was the only good thing on at seven in the morning. It was better than sitting through Dora, or The Wiggles.

The news prolonged of unimportant things, or that's what Audrey thought at least, until it finally begun telling the future of the day. Seventy degrees, and a very slight chance of rain. Audrey expelled her glee through her teeth, and it merely came out like the squeal of a child. She was hoping that it would be a good day.

One, because it was one less things her parents would complain about at their arrival. Two, because lunch would be outside.

Usually, at her school, the students were aloud to eat outside if it was a nice day. If there was even the slightest chill, the teachers would patrol all four thousand students back in. And Audrey despised the weather on those days.

Her school wasn't the largest private school in the world, in fact it was pretty small for such a big city. But most guessed it was because of tuition, a lot of people just couldn't afford the semester payments. In a way, Audrey was bummed out by that, she invested greatly for all the beaux that surrounded her constantly at school. Audrey had had plenty of boyfriends in her existence, but the feeling of admiration from boys, and the envious stares from all the girls, was so much better than dating some guys for a week.

Audrey clicked the television off, and stood back up.

"Sarah, have you got my jacket ironed yet?" Audrey yawned, while stretching her back into the air. She heard Sarah muffled annoyance, but figured since the weather was going to be good, she might as well make her attitude bearable.

"Yes," Sarah replied.

Good. Audrey thought, not feeling the need to say it out loud. She walked over to Sarah and grabbed the dangling jean jacket from her hands. She slipped her muscular arms through the sleeves and grabbed her purse and books from the kitchen island.

She headed out the door and drove herself to school in her black porche. A gift she had been given last year for her sixteenth birthday; she drove it everywhere anytime she had the chance. Who would want to teleport when one could drive around in style? ... Exactly, no one, Audrey thought.