Bubblegum and Bloodlust - Billy Loomis

Chapter 2 - The Craft

Her first day at Woodsboro high was fast approaching. She had been living in Woodsboro for a week and packing all her things away. The house had been bought furnished so there wasn't much to worry about. Still, with every creeping minute, Anisa felt another piece of her soul chip away. There were seven hours till she was supposed to start school. Seven hours. She needed to wake up at least an hour and a half beforehand to get ready and leave on time. That left five and a half hours to sleep. Just five and a half hours and yet Anisa just couldn't fall asleep. Every time her eyes began to flitter to a close the dark was flooded with images of blood splatter and Bonnie's levitating figure. She shuddered just thinking about it.

The blackened room was solely lit by the moon shining in from the night sky. Anisa couldn't bring herself to close her curtains, she liked to know what was going on and see everything that was happening. It felt safer, even though in practice it wasn't. She figured it'd be fine though. Because she was on the second floor and the only way up there was a very difficult to scale tree, Anisa wasn't too worried about someone climbing through her window. 

The view was nice though. There was her garden and the line of houses trailing along the hills. Already, Anisa could imagine herself leaning against the window on cold nights and drinking in the brisk winter air. She lived for the smell of lavender and grass carrying in from outside and watching the moon was a pastime she couldn't leave behind. Not even when the moon looked so different in Woodsboro than how it did in L.A.

The sound of a dog barking down the road distracted Anisa for one blissful second. Then she was pulled back into the shapes her eyes collected in the pitch black and the whirring of electricity throughout the house. Gentle noises of a creaking bed frame and the aching of her limbs. She drank in another breath, desperate to feel the sleep creeping into her. 

Her gaze drifted up and suddenly, her eyes were glued to the ceiling. The blank white ceiling. In the four corners of the ceiling were lightbulbs that seemed to glow in the dark. She smiled, tracing a square from lightbulb to lightbulb and watching as her finger left a trail of pink sparks. The fact that her smile finally reached her eyes was a victory on its own, but as her eyes began to flutter to a close peacefully... Anisa couldn't help but think that was a total and utter win. 

with four hours before she needed to get up, Anisa had finally fallen asleep. 

Anisa strutted around her little house, her eyebrows furrowed as she rustled through the closet. Eventually, she pulled a large leather blazer from the racks with a small "ah-hah!" The blazer was quickly shrugged over the girl's shoulders. It fell to her mid-thigh and suited the outfit she had picked out quite well. Underneath it, she wore a pleated plaid skirt that was a dark green colour along with a white button-down with more than a few buttons undone. She had thrown a little black button-up vest over the shirt and a substantial amount of silver jewellery. She smiled, struggling to pull the gleaming black doc martens over her heels. 

She checked her reflection one last time before practically flinging herself out the door. Every strand of her wild dark hair was in place. The plum-tinted lip balm hadn't smudged yet and as far as she could tell, her concealer was perfect. Everything was perfect. She was going to be fine. No making a fool of herself today. 

The walk to Woodsboro high was nice. Lovely even. Every street seemed to have these big houses with a lot of space and a perfect view of the hills. Every street asides from Anisa's, that is. Her street was great and all, but they were smaller houses for people who couldn't afford the mansions of Woodsboro. In all honesty, she probably could have bought a bigger house, but she preferred the cosy feeling and thought the bigger houses would bring more attention. 

Upon reaching the school, Anisa finally had the feeling of unease settle in the pit of her stomach. She'd been waiting for the anxiety to appear. Apparently, just the sight of the large school grounds was enough to make her feel sick with worry. At this point, she doubted even witchcraft would ease the swirling emotions. Alcohol would probably help but she had vowed to not make a fool of herself. 

With a large breath in, Anisa resorted to insulting herself in order to get her feet to move. As they currently felt like lead blocks, this was necessary. 

"Come on, if you can't even just walk into a fucking school you must be a massive pussy," She told herself, squeezing her eyes shut. 

She took a step! Oh my god, she took a step! Before she even knew it, Anisa was standing right in front of the school office. 

She rubbed her arms slowly. They had been covered in goosebumps from the anxiety and Anisa was feeling incredibly grateful for the big jacket. Her chocolate coloured hair flowed over her shoulder like a waterfall and her nails had been painted the perfect maroon colour. The issue was that she kept twirling her hair around one of her fingers, picking at her nails and bouncing her leg up and down like a spring. She waited impatiently for the office lady to address her but she had been on the phone for the past twenty minutes. Anisa was beginning to tire of the stares from her new peers. She assumed they were staring because she looked nothing like the way they did. Anisa dressed like a witch from L.A... because she was a witch from L.A. The rest of the school seemed to dress like preppy cheerleaders. She felt the bile rise in her throat again. 

"Anisa Harte?" The woman called, looking at Anisa with piercing, needle-like blue eyes. Her high-pitched screech made Anisa jump a foot into the chilly air. Her head snapped back to the bleach-blonde woman, eyes wide. The air around Anisa seemed to almost get warmer in her shock. The office lady - Jillian - could've sworn she saw Anisa's eyes flare orange for barely a second. 

"That's me," She said, smiling as though nothing had happened. Her pearly white teeth were hypnotising. Jillian decided to ignore it, or rather, forget it ever happened. With shaky hands, she handed Anisa a map and a timetable for her next classes. 

Anisa walked away. Her eyes trained on the ground as she thought. 

"You cannot lose your cool like that again," She scolded herself under her breath, shivering as the cold air whooshed past her and resisting the urge to warm herself up.