(but are fun to nearly kill).
~*~
As all American as Hostess Cupcakes and the NRA. The sign out front proudly declares,
'NANCY REAGAN SCHOOL
HOME OF THE MUSTANGS!'
Pre-class insanity reigns. Students frantically crisscross the hallway. Through the Technicolor throng of Jansport backpacks and Brandy Melville ensembles, one face stands out. Wearing a signature black dress and two perfect braids, meet Ophelia Addams.
Her legendary wit is still sharper than razor wire and her uniquely warped worldview is the same as ever.
She cuts a line through her fellow students like a Great White through a school of tuna, her footsteps echo even under all the noise of a busy highschool. As she walks, she is met with looks of fear or derision, both of which secretly please her.
Avec mes souvenirs
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Ophelia
I'm not sure whose twisted idea it was to put hundreds of adolescents in underfunded schools run by people whose dreams were crushed years ago, but I admire the sadism.
As I walk, the looks I get fuel my echoed footsteps. I glance at a group of girls as I pass them, they all look at me. One rolls her eyes, another looks in disgust, the others look miffed.
Up ahead, I see a group of jocks gather around a locker, guffawing. Muffled screams echo from inside. As I approach, the teens guiltily scatter.
Suspicious, I wrench open the locker door. Oberon, my brother, is inside, he's been hog-tied with an apple shoved in his mouth. He starts to fall forward with a whimper. I step out of the way and he lands on the floor with a thud.
I walk over, bending down. Unsympathetically yanking the apple free.
"I want names." I look down at him, holding the apple away from him mouth
"I don't know who they were. Honest. It happened so fast...."
I drop the apple and start untying him. He begins to blubber.
"Oberon, emotion equals weakness. Pull it together." He whimpers once more. "Now."
But when I grab his shoulders to pull him up, my head whips back and I start to experience a psychic vision.
A series of visceral flashes, three teen boys grab Oberon("You scared, kid. Scared?"), tie him up, and stuff him in the locker. All while laughing. All wear red and white varsity jackets emblazoned with the school's stallion mascot and "Water Polo Gods" printed on the back.
The vision ends just as quickly as it came on.
Shaken, I release Oberon and rock back then forth slightly.
No, your eyes aren't playing tricks, unless you received them in an illegal organ transplant. Lately, I've been seeing things, extremely bad things.
Oberon looks at me concerned, "You okay?"
I'm not about to confess to my brother that I've recently been plagued by visions. They come on without warning, and feel like electroshock therapy but without the satisfying afterburn.
"Leave this to me." I stand, starting to walk off.
Oberon sounds even more concerned, "Ophelia...." I pause at my name. "What are you going to do?"
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Clandestine~ (A Percy Jackson and the Olympians fanfiction)
Fanfiction(adj.) marked by, held in, or conducted with secrecy {Throughout the play, Ophelia's character undergoes a tragic transformation. Initially, she is obedient and dutiful, following the wishes of her father and brother, Laertes. However, her relations...
