One Week Till Prom

Monday Hunt Part 1

Light brown, short wavy hair slightly reveals a long, friendly face. Beady gray eyes, set low within their sockets, watch guardedly over the homes they've sworn to protect for so long. Smooth skin charmingly compliments her hair and leaves a heartbreaking memory of her fortunate adventures. This was the face of the captain of the newspaper team Emma, who was walking around the school passing out papers. "Extra Extra read all about it!" She shouted before rushing up to one and handing her it. "Prom and The RAC on the same day! And on page 3 they finally caught the man who killed the Vice President, he faked a coma!" Emma said smiling at the woman she just handed the newspaper to.

Amaris. Red, long hair braided to reveal a long, lived-in face. Beady aquamarine eyes set buried within their sockets, watch readily over the wildlife they've defended for so long. Freckles are spread charmingly around her cheeks and leave a pleasant memory of her fortunate adventures. Her eyeliner and lipstick were black and she wore a necklace of an upside-down cross, the witch of Dragula high was her name as she took the newspaper and tilted her head. "How do you have so much info on this pointless conference?" She asked gently.

"I watch the news, Maris!" Emma replied grinning. "Plus, I gotta be the best Journalist!" She said gently. "One last story and I'll be accepted into Gojira University!" She grinned at Amaris who simply nodded.

"Well, you go and give an issue to Beanie, he's in his van and you know he'll read it," Amaris said as Emma nodded and started walking towards the exit. The noise of gurgling filled the air as Emma turned her head frowning.

"Hello?" She asked taking a step up the stair. That's when she saw her, Chrissy, One of the Cheerleaders, Golden, curly hair tight in a ponytail revealing a furrowed, tense face. Glinting silver eyes, set tightly within their sockets, watch faithfully over the spirits they've disassociated with for so long. Soft skin charmingly compliments her eyes and leaves a fascinating memory of her adventurous love life. Her hands were pressed snug against her throat, where blood gushed through her fingers spilling onto the ground with a sickening splat. A trail of blood led up the stairs as Chrissy raised her hands and coughed up blood, both her hands were stained in blood as blood gushed from her throat. Emma quickly rushed to her dropping her newspaper and grabbing her. "Chrissy! What happened?" She asked holding her in her arms as Chrissy tried speaking gurgling out blood.

Outside, a van was parked in the parking lot, smoke pouring out of the windows as a snicker was heard from the inside. The door opened as a man coughed. Brown, curly hair clumsily hangs over a bony, radiant face. Bloodshot amber eyes, set elegantly within their sockets, watch honorably over the lands they've cared for so long. A scar reaching from just under the left eyebrow. A beanie pulled over his curls. He was dressed in his usual uniform from his job. The Busterblocker, home of the blockbuster. This was Beanie. Your go-to for all things drug-related. He got out of the van shutting and locking it before stretching. "Alright, Lets make some money!" He said gently before opening his backpack and dropping some baggies into it. "Freshman get oregano, Sophomores Pre-rolls with Lettuce, Juniors need real Za-za, and Seniors, Special K for the lifestyle." The doors to the school opened and a crowd was by the stairs watching as a teacher tried reviving Chrissy.

Emma was still holding close to her, covering her newspaper and clothes in blood as Beanie pointed to the scene. Amaris was next to him as he gagged. "What the fuck happened?"

"No one knows, but Emma's really shaken up about it," Amaris said before frowning. "I haven't seen any of the cheerleaders either." Amaris started walking from the crowd as the teacher hefted the body up and rushed to the outside, where the noise of an ambulance rung in everyone's ears.

"This cafeteria is one of my favorite corners of heaven. It is where the chattering chefs can be heard from the tables, joking and teasing, or perhaps singing loudly and out of tune. The food is simple and the decor plain. I love it for the people, for the conversations we have and the routine of seeing one another, the chance to make these casual bonds. All I know is that when the sun rises when those first rays tell me that the day has already become a vibrant scene, I'm looking forward to being there." Amaris turned, that voice was so familiar but so distant. The colors of the cafeteria tuned into the daylight as if they had once been timid to greet the rays. She slowly turned her head to see the girls of the cheer team sitting around the round table in the corner, all of them eating, all of them drinking strawberry Milk.

Holly is the captain of the cheerleading team. Silver, long hair double braided to reveal a strong, wild face. Beady black eyes set delicately within their sockets, watch watchfully over the homes they've shown mercy on for so long. Smooth skin elegantly compliments her eyes and cheekbones. She was drinking strawberry milk as she laughed at something the former captain Heather said.

Heather waved to Amaris shooting her a wink as Amaris flushed and continued walking to the table. Blonde, shaggy hair gently hangs over a strong, menacing face. hazel eyes, set appealingly within their sockets, watch vigorously over the team they've grieved with for so long. Fair skin beautifully compliments her nose and mouth. "A Dog, How ya doing, love?" She said happily downing her strawberry milk.

Amber sat next to Heather, blonde, oily hair neatly coiffured to reveal a strong, sad face. Bright blue eyes set charmingly within their sockets, watching eagerly over the people they've befriended for so long. Freckles are spread delicately around her nose and cheekbones. "Oh, Ms. Amaris, How are you doing today?" She asked as an arm quickly wrapped around Amber.

Erica grabbed Amber tight as she smiled. "Don't mind our little satanist, I caught her today listening to Dio." She laughed. "Rainbow in the dark." Brown, short hair tight in a bun reveals a strong, lived-in face. Glinting black eyes, set elegantly within their sockets, watch carefully over the mountains they've disassociated with for so long. Freckles are spread neatly across her cheeks and forehead.

Lastly Ginger spoke up. "How the hell do you even know that song?" She mumbled before turning to Amaris. "Anyways, did you need something?" Red, short hair double braided to reveal a lean, time-worn face. Shuttered amber eyes, set gracefully within their sockets, watch discreetly over the deserts they've kept safe for so long. Several moles are spread delightfully across her whole face as she smiled at the other.

Something everyone noticed talking to them, they each had braces.

"....Chrissy is really hurt," Amaris said as each of them stared at her. Heather looked shocked, Amber depressed, Erica frowned before opening her mouth attempting to say something, then shut it, Ginger and Holly nearly passed out as she heard what Amaris said next.

"She might not make it. I thought you guys should know," Amaris spoke softly. "Sorry for Dampening the mood, I'm....gonna go hang out with Cory....Gotta get what I saw outta my mind."

Heather raised her hand. "What did you see? Is-" she frowned. "Who could've hurt her?"

".....Her windpipe was missing," Amaris said before walking out of the cafeteria and towards Cory and Dennis.

Purple, well-groomed hair braided to reveal a thin, wild face. Darting violet eyes, set rooted within their sockets, watch affectionately over the school they've barely related to for so long. This was Cory who was holding Emma in her arms and Beanie was smoking next to the two.

Dennis was sitting across from them on her skateboard. Gray, short hair clumsily hangs over a chiseled, cheerful face. Lidded amber eyes, set lightly within their sockets, watch faithfully over the losers they've felt at home with for so long.

The speaker booms as the principal come on the intercom. "School has been canceled as this is a crime scene. Everyone please evacuate." With that the cheerleaders and Losers leave the school.