doom boy and finale girl

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                                KENNEDY
 
The crisp wind hit my face. All the freshmen who think they're hot shit get off the bus and Tommy leery has his radio blaring L.A. woman by the doors. i mean who the fuck does he think he is he didnt even start listening until i showed him the album, enough about that ass hat though my mom told me to smile this year which i find weird for someone who has a permanent frown on her face, but who knows maybe this year will be different maybe the rumor will finally go away... or so i thought as i hear the bell ring i get up from the bunch i was sitting on and hear the infamous title this sad boring town has given me "hey final girl !!" some rando yells as all my stuff gets knocked from my hand. I go to pick it up and I see a hand opposite the color of my own. None other than Eli tran.
"Sorry" I heard him whisper as he helped me pick up my books. I picked up his boyz ll men cd wondering what in the hell does this lil boy know about boyz ll men?
"I'm sure you are."  I say in a sarcastic voice. I don't mean to sound rude or be rude, but when everyone in your town thinks you are basically the devil it's hard not to get bitter.
"YOU TWO GET TO CLASS !" one of the school officers yells at both of us as the warning bell rings to get to class. Eli and I make eye contact once more before we go our opposite ways and the first day of senior year starts.

                                     ELI

kennedy and i were never really friends, i mean despite everything we had in common from shitty single parents to being in the same fifth period class since sixth grade not to mention we are the only non white kids in the whole town. we never seemed to start a friendship you're probably wondering why everyone calls her "final girl", well everyone but me that is actually contrary to popular beliefs kennedy wasn't always like this. quiet that is. she was actually hooking up with tommy leery and she had friends lots of them too until they all died. all except tommy leery. the summer going into sophomore year kenedy, tommy leery, and the rest of their friends were at tommy leerys cabin playing russian roulette only this time it was a little different. each teen had their own gun courtesy of tommy leery of course, each teen pulled the trigger at the same time, and each teen died at the same time blood was everywhere. especially on kennedy clark. i mean can you imagine one day you're hanging out with the most popular kids in town and the next you're being taken to the nut house because 2999 out of the 3000 of the people in your town think you murdered all your white friends and tried to murder your white boyfriend because i cant. i don't believe she did it.  no greenlaker can change my mind and sadly i can't change theirs either. I wanted to compliment Kennedy when I bumped into her today, but I didn't know where to start. Should I have complemented her green doc martens? or her hair? No not her hair before she was "final girl" . Everyone treated her like a pet, always touching her hair, treating her like a dog isnt that weird?! Unfortunately i didn't say anything at all i just said sorry for bumping into her and before i knew it my boyz ll men cd was back in my hand and we were going in opposite directions.

                                                          

                               KENNEDY

I would be lying if I said I hated everything about this town. There was one thing that I actually liked about science class. It was the only time I wasn't the BIGGESTES outcast aka  Eli was also in my class so the less racist white kids I'm alone with the better.
"Kennedy clark?" Mrs.Saulson says with a hint of disgust in her voice. It was times like this where I had to acknowledge my presence. Times like this  I wish I could have had a bullet in my gun that night.
"Here."  I said low enough not to try to give myself more attention than I already get for all the wrong reasons.
" hey final girl gonna teach us how to wash blood out of our clothes this year?" Hayley Michaels said with a smirk on her face.
"Only if it's yours." I said back as my smirk towards her rose hers towards mine fell.
" Mrs. Saulson??! Did you just hear what she said to me??" Hayley asks with concern in her voice and I hear someone chuckle from the back of the classroom. It was Eli. I don't really feel bad anymore-- about the rumour. I mean do I want everyone to think I'm a serial killer? No of course not, but it's kinda fun to make people scared of you sometimes.
" If I didn't hear it, it didn't  happen." Mrs saulson says to hayley, but don't let her ignoring hayley fool you she still hates me she also hates every single teenager in this town so i'd say it cancels out. Class was short and simple, nothing important, no blood i had to clean just a syllabus my mom would be too drunk to sign. Soon after  we got our syllabus, the bell rang and it was time to face Greenlake in its full form once again. I got welcomed home to call me by blondie blaring from my room bouncing off all the walls in my house.
"MOM !" I yell as I enter my room that is trashed with everything from beer cans to wine bottles and my moms not so great duet with blondie.
'CALL ME ! ON THE LINE ! CALL ME ! CALL ME ANY ! ANYTIME !" she continues to sing louder and louder still not hearing my voice or noticing my presence.
"CALL ME-" before she can finish her wretched singing i turn off the stereo finally getting her attention.
"The fuck you'd do that for?" she says as she takes a sip of one of the floor beers she didn't finish.
"What are you doing in my room?" I ask.
"Feelin' the music, come on, let's dance !" she says with excitement on her face and the smell of beer in her mouth she gets up to turn the stereo back on, but i block it from her.
" no, okay, no music. I go to school for what? five hours and you've already turn my room into- into your fucing room.'' I say back to her with impatience in my voice because I'm tired of being the parent around here.
"Jeez final girl woke up on the wrong side of the bed or what?" she says taking a cigarette out of her robe because she wakes up at one pm everyday.
"Oh fuck you." i say as i start to pick up beer cans throwing them outside my door and before you ask no my mom doesnt think i did it shes just a bitch.
"Oh really? That's how you feel about your own mother kennedy? That- that hurts my feelings, it really does." she says to me as she just waves her cigarette around me like she's gonna burn me with it.
"Lucy move." I said to her standing my ground. And with that she got my ponytail exposing my   neck and lit her cigarette out on me.
"MOVE? WHO MOVE? CUZ I KNOW YOU AREN'T TALKING ABOUT ME !"
"AHH FUCK YOU !" i yell as i push her off falling back on the stereo accidentally pressing play making blondie echo throughout the house again and in a fit of rage and revenge i get one of the one bottles and hit her over the head with it causing her not pass out and not realising what i may have done i yell with euphoria "HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THAT MOTHER FUCKER !" except I wasn't the only one to say it.