Tamber- Love and Lust

The Beginning of the End

THIRD POV:

It's a chilly day with gray skies and clouds that hide what usually is a blue sky. The pavement usually hot to the touch from the beaming sun is covered with puddles of water as it rains without a purpose. The rain hits the houses of Woodsboro with audible thuds that some might find relaxing and what others might find irritable. To Tara, in her average house, it makes her bed more magnetic and sleep more desirable. To Amber, in her large home that used to belong to that of THE Stu Marcher, it stirs her from a deep sleep and angers her.

TARA POV:

I'm awoken by the piercing sound of my old-fashioned alarm clock on my nightstand. I quickly turn over to my side, hit the snooze button, and grunt in agitation. I roll back over ready to have a few minutes to myself before getting up and preparing for school. I hear rain hitting the roof almost begging me to embrace sleep and forget about school. I know I can't skip school if I want to keep up my perfect grades and my perfect attendence, but the rain is so calming. I decide to allow myself a few more minutes of sleep. Seconds later I feel myself flow back into the inducing state of sleep.

AMBER POV:

My eyes open and I'm greeted by the loud, piercing rain waking me up from a dream that most call a nightmare. I only get it once in a while. Ever since I could walk I've been watching horror movies because my parents were and are deadbeats. I've been obsessed with them and found comfort in them, and every once in a while, I'd get a dream about an iconic slasher chasing me as I battle against them. They usually end in my death or on a cliffhanger because I'm awoken. I know what you're thinking: "How can you enjoy those nightmares? They're scary!" Boo hoo. Yes, they are scary, but that's the best part; it's like you're living in a horror movie and you're the star of the show.

I get out of bed and pick out my outfit; black ripped jeans, a white long sleeve as an undershirt, a black and white Michael Myers shirt to go over, and my Doc Martins. I've always been a big fan of the Halloween  films and I have countless merch from the franchise. I brush my teeth, my hair, do my makeup, spray my vanilla and burch perfume, and throw on my sick rings. I head downstairs, grab a granola bar, an umbrella, and I walk to school. I live about a mile away.

The first bell rings and I head to my first period class; chemistry. I notice Tara isn't here and she's usually my partner for the labs. We aren't friends necessarily, but we are in the same friend group, and we both have no other friends in this class so it is a partnership of convience. We talk sometimes, but I don't know her all that well. She seems chill. She's usually here before me though so I get confused when I notice the vacancy of the chair next to me.

TARA POV:

My eyes open once more and I turn to look at the clock and jump up in a panic seeing that first period started 5 minutes ago. "Shit, shit, shit!" I curse to myself. This never happens to me. I quickly get out of bed and put on the clothes I wore over the weekend; Gray sweatpants and a peachy pink sweatshirt. I throw my hair in a messy bun, quickly brush my teeth, and apply mascara as fast as I can. I throw on my Air Forces and run down the stairs to the kitchen table where Sam, my sister, drinks her morning coffee and browses her computer.

"I need a ride now or I need you to give me the keys to your car," I say sternly.

"Holy shit, Tara! What the fuck are you still doing here? Shouldn't you be at school?" She exclaims.

"Well, what does it look like? Give me your damn keys so I can fix that!" She tosses me her keys and throws me the middle finger on the way out. I hop into the car and speed to school almost hitting a squirrel on the way...or maybe I did. There was no time to check. I run into school and head to my first period class.