A bloody curse.

Before the Encounter.

Pete's Point of View Throughout the Story.

I slowly wake up to feel the sun burning into my eyes.. "what the fuck." I mutter under my breath, still half asleep. I open them to see the sun well in the sky. "FUCK. WHAT TIME IS IT?!" I yell while frantically searching for my phone. I find it under my pillow and instantly look at the time. "11:30" it reads. "IM THREE FUCKING HOURS LATE FOR SCHOOL." I shout whilst falling out of bed.

I run to my closet, and change my shirt into a gray button up and one of my ties. I then speed downstairs and put on my worn, kinda bulky, purple shoes. After putting on my shoes I head towards my front door, grabbing a pack of cigarettes on the way out.

Running out the door I hear my phone buzz. I look down and read the text.

"Dude. Where the fuck are you? It's already break, you're not skipping without us are you?"

It's from Michael. I quickly respond "No, I fucking woke up late. My conformist parents didn't wake me up." And continue running to school.

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Luckily I get there well before the bell rings. I still have 10 minutes before the break ends. I rush into the school and go directly to my locker. After putting in my locker combination I feel a tap on my shoulder. "Hey loser."

It's Henrietta. I don't really mind when she calls me things like that, we're pretty close, I would call us friends but that isn't exactly goth. We're more like 'introverts' that hangout together.

"Oh, hey." I respond, grabbing my backpack from my locker.

"Are you just getting here? Or were you skipping?" She asks me, leaning against the locker next to mine.

"Oh I expected Michael to tell you. I wish I was skipping but no, I just overslept." I sigh.

"I see, it makes sense. We were out at the cafe pretty late last night. I got here around thirty minutes ago myself." She replies, taking a drag of her cigarette.

"You're smoking inside the school? Your not worried about getting caught by Mr. Mackey or a teacher?" I ask her, even though I already know the response.

"Pfft, like I care if I get caught. It'll just give my lame-ass parents another excuse to ridicule me." She scoffs. As I expected. "Oh yeah. That vampire twerp was looking for you this morning." She mentions.

"Vampire twerp?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I don't remember his name, nor do I care to, but it's that one with the neon green in his hair." She takes another drag of her cigarette.

"Oh yeah, I know the one you're talking about. Why the fuck was that loser looking for me?" I close my locker.

"Something about wanting to see if the cemetery was a good hang out spot, but he's too scared to go alone. The rest of us said no." She answers.

"So you're going to make me go with him?" I scoff.

"He brought you up. I could tell he wasn't serious when he asked the rest of us." She rolls her eyes.

"Well that's gay. And it's even gayer that he didn't try to ask me himself. But whatever." I put my cigarettes into my backpack. Nearly right after I do I hear the bell ring. I swear it was so fucking loud it would have blown open my eardrums.

"Are you actually going to go to class?" Henrietta questions me, putting her hand on her hip.

"Yeah. If I skip again this week I'll get detention. Then I'll be stuck in a room with these conformist-ass kids."  I mutter, with a hint of sharpness in my voice.

"Well if you're going I guess I'll go too. It's no fun skipping by myself." She stated.

"Alright." At least I don't have to face those posers on my own.

After she puts out her cigarette we head to class. And as I thought it was boring as fuck. I didn't bring my headphones either, so this is some bullshit.

The whole class period is spent passing Henrietta notes about the teacher's poor teaching skills or simply zoning out. But why would I pay attention anyway? The American schooling system is fucked.

But lucky for me the bell ended up ringing earlier then I thought it would. Time for lunch I guess.

Me and Henrietta leave the classroom together and walk into the cafeteria. Usually we'd end up seeing Michael or Firkle walk in around the same time, but I guess they're running late.

"Don't look now, but that wanna be vampire kid is behind you." She whispers, and points over my shoulder.

"Oh fuck. What should I do?" I whisper back.

"Not my problem, but since you had a problem with it earlier you should go see if he'll ask you to the cemetery himself." She shrugged.

"I'd rather get run over then speak to that thing." I glance over to where the kid is standing. And to my dismay he glanced back at me. He smiled at me, showing off his fake fangs, and it honestly made me cringe.

"When the fuck is Michael going to get here?" I groan.

"Oh yeah. I think he got detention. He picked a fight with some conformist this morning." She mentions.

"And you decide to bring that up now? You sure waited." I roll my eyes.

"Shut up. I wasn't sure if he did. God." She replies in annoyance.

"Why does everything interesting happen when I'm not here?" I complain. She shrugs in response.

We see Firkle shuffling towards us from the hallway. Looking annoyed, but he usually does so it's nothing new.

"I hate this school.." He states, walking up to us.

"What happened this time? More conformist bull-crap?" Henrietta asks, rolling her eyes.

"Yeah.. they made us finger paint. Why would I want to put my hands in paint like all the other conformists?"

It's hard to take him seriously when all his problems are about his kindergarten class.

"Seriously." I flip my bangs out of my face, only for them to fall back into their original position.