The girls Of Brookeman Road

Chapter One

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I twisted the curling iron, placing a small hair between the hot iron.

I didn't know my new bedroom would be so small, and vintage. Surely my grandmas bedroom looks more modern than this.

"Honey! You'll be late!" Mom reminds me over the TV playing in the living room.

I finish curling my hair quick, and throw on my coat. Sludge my book bag over my shoulder, and make a run for it downstairs.

Normally at Virginia I wouldn't have to worry about getting to school on time, because I live beside it.

As I run to the car, I look down at the other row of houses down from mine. Mom said that Brookeman road is where she had grown up. She also said there's been a series of mysterious murders there too. That's why we don't live there, but we're about close.

"Sorry, I had to curl my hair," I shut the car door. And luckily I don't shut it on my foot this time.
Mom stares at the road ahead like how I did. But she looks at it as of she's having a bad memory.

"Who are those girls?" She asks pointing to four girls walking in a form of a posse.

The one ahead of the posse must be the main girl of it. She has light brown hair, designer clothes, and a purse so big you could fit a pan in it. I didn't pay much attention to the girls behind them. But the one beside the "leader", had blonde hair a white T-shirt, denim jeans and Vans. The one on the left had the exact same look.

And that leaves the forth one.
She looked so misplaced with the whole group. Like she was to be in a "good girl" group. Ones with the girls who wore regular shoes, and lazy sweaters.

"You ready?" Mom snapped me back into reality. I nodded, still staring at the fourth girl.

What's up with her?

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"Shut up loser" Mary laughed as the other girls joined in.

"I-I don't understand, I wa-"

Mary had kicked me once again, leaving me curling up into a little innocent ball.

"That'll teach you not to talk to girls that aren't in your group."

I shiver at the flashback.

Mom drops me off at the curve of the school parking lot. I quickly say goodbye, and speed walk into the new building.
My legs were still shaking from the awful memory I had in the car. But luckily, I'm in a new school. And nobody knows about my secret.

I walk inside, and the secretary gives me an unwanted look. Which made me want to run away and hide.
"And you are?"

I gulp.

"C-Celia," I manage to spit out.
The secretary confirms my presence into her computer.

She hands me my new schedule, and I smile and leave. Not because I had to get to my class, but because she was freaking me out.

I walk down to my new locker, and everyone stares at me while I make my way through the crowd.

"Excuse me, thank you, excuse me," I'd mumble while walking through people.

Finally, I opened up my locker and began packing my things into it.

"Miss Anderson, I will not tolerate this behavior any longer. You've had too many passes from this nonsense far too many times! Do you understand?"

I turn around to find a teacher yelling at a girl.

And then I realize- its the fourth girl from this morning. The one from the posse group.

She looked at the teacher as if she didn't care if he had gotten her in trouble. Which surprised me in many ways, since the teacher had a scary as hell voice.

"Yes mister Rudolph," the girl just nodded her head carelessly.

"Now go get your books and join the class," the teacher went back into the classroom.

"Stupid bloody dog," she muttered under her breath, kicking her foot at the floor.

Then it happened, we met eyes. She stared at me for a brief second, and I hadn't taken my eyes off her. She was so mysterious.

"What?" She snapped. And the moment was over.

The girl went back to her business, and I went back to packing my locker.

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Mom set a plate in front of me.
And it's shrimp.

"Mom...I hate seafood," I admit.

She just stands there in utter silence. "I know."

I push the plate a good 2 inches away from me. But mom puts it back in place. I hate when she does this, forcing me to eat things I have no interest in.

"It's all we have," she snapped. "Please compromise to me. Pretend it's a meaty sandwich."

I glared at the shrimp, then at mom. Not knowing if this was a trap.

"But it's n-"

Suddenly a scream is let out by someone outside. Mom looks paralyzed, while I'm pacing rapidly wondering what to do.

Another scream fills the air, and the whole neighborhood.

"The girls..." Mom whispers. I raise an eyebrow at her.

"The girls of Brookeman Road," Mom says it like she's talking to herself. I step away from her confused, and slightly scared. I've only been here a week, my new school had just started, and mom is already acting like a loon.

"They're here."

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