°:.🎸 *₊ ° .𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄. - eddie munson °:.✨ *₊

° .・。.・゜two - cursed ・゜・。.

Chapter One__________
______________Cursed
Season 4 EP 1_________
[Hellfire]

"maybe my life is cursed after all. "

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(not proof read)

(1ST person - AMBER)

AS I STOOD IN THE LUNCH LINE, i peered around curiously. Fellow students flooded through the cafeteria doors, god was it crowded in here. I looked over to the table where my brother was sat. Mike had just sat down, Dustin at his side. I could make out the annoying voice of Munson, his voice was quiet from where i stood, but i could tell he was on about the fake assumptions in the magazines.

I continued walking along the lunch line, picking what i wanted and walking off with my tray. I looked again to Mike, he shot me an annoyed glare before turning back to Eddie as i sat down beside Chrissy, waving to Robin who was sat with Vickie.

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"But as long as you're into band." The voice echoed as Munson climbed onto the table in which his little club sat at. "or science..." He said before sneeringly continuing, "...or parties."

He cupped his hands around his mouth to echo his voice to our table, where the basketball team and the cheerleaders were sat.
"OR A GAME WHERE YOU TOSS BALLS INTO LAUNDRY BASKETS!"
The loudness of it all shocked me a little, "Loser!" s and "Boo!"s echoed from around the cafeteria.
"You want something, FREAK?!"
Jason retorted from beside Chrissy and i.

Munson used his fingers to create devil horns, sticking his tounge out and making a spluttering, devilish sound.
I turned to face Jason, shock plastered all over his face. I chucked and turned around, Eddie glimpsed at me, his mouth curved into a smirk. I blushed slightly, gently smiling back. it wasn't enough blush to notice, but i could feel my cheeks heating.
He chuckled back and i spun my head back to Jason, he glared annoyedly to me.
"prick." he muttered.

Chrissy was just peacefully eating her lunch, i scooted closer to her, "Hey, Chrys." i spoke quietly, she was always so started recently.
"You ok? you look like you've seen a ghost."
an obvious look of concern was wiped across my face, she looked over.
"i'm fine Ammy..." she was so quiet, so worried.
a slight smile of reassurance slowly appearing.

I got an odd feeling from Chrissy, something was so obviously wrong but i couldn't figure it out, i smiled back, trying to make her feel a little better.
Munson was still going on and on, startling anyone who passed before spinning and sitting down on his reserved seat. I saw him throw food at my brother, that made me chuckle again.

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(3RD person)

As Amber Wheeler stood before her locker the door blocking anyones view of her face. She slammed the door, her brother leaning against the locker beside it, Dustin stood behind, waving his hand.
"What do you want Michael?" Amber was clearly annoyed, she continued walking as the two boys followed.

"Please come to hellfire tonight." Mike retorted.
"And stop calling me Michael." He continued
"Mike i can't, i have to cheer in the game tonight."
"Please Am, Lucas can't because he's at the game tonight and insisted on going." Dustin continued.
"I told you, i can't!" Amber replied before spinning 180* and walking off.