Perspective is a funny thing;
Stirling Thomas, those two words alone were enough to have anyone running in the opposite direction and cowering in fear.
The town has heard all of the rumours, they know he has just been released from prison and they...
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A two hour seminar had my eyelids feeling extremely heavy and my neck uncomfortably stiff, I wanted to go home and take a long bubble bath.
Charisma, my chipper classmate walked beside me, even after that tedious lecture, she was as spirited as ever.
"Do you need a ride back to the bayou?"
I forced a smile onto my face, "thanks but I think I'm going to walk today, I need to be out in the fresh air after that stuffy auditorium hall."
She lifted her sunglasses and left them to rest on her straw-like hair. "Hey, there's your friend Kingsley!"
She gave an enthusiastic wave and I followed the direction she was looking in. Even from across the courtyard I could spot the unique details of his appearance, clothes as dark as his soul and eyes unwaveringly sadistic. That was not the familiar stature of my best friend.
My stomach flipped over all of the things I had eaten today as the nausea settled in.
"That's not Kingsley." I spoke in trepidation before my throat closed up.
She stopped mid-step, her usually illuminating smile dimming considerably, "wait, that's not your friend?"
All around me, people were noticing him.
I felt tension descend upon us all.
To them, he was a life-posing virus and they weren't wearing protective gear so they rushed to move away. Students scattering like broken glass as if the mere sight of him frightened them.
