Terrify Me...

Chapter 5: Deja Vu

I pulled into a parking spot, putting my car in park and turning off my car. I glanced at my car clock and noticed-because of my reckless driving and breaking speed limits- I had about five minutes to spare.

I let my eyes wander over the cars in the parking lot and take in the scenery. It was a drear day.

The clouds were thick and opaque. Through the dense, matted clouds, sunlight streaked through. It was just the right temperature for me. A perfect seventy degrees Fahrenheit.

The cars consisted of many ‘06, ’08, or ’00, just regular new or used cars, but from a common car company. Cars ranging from Volvo to Nissan to BMW. But, unfortunately, none quite as luxurious as mine, with the excepting of a sleek black Lamborghini that I immediately recognized to belong to Reginald Marx, the son of Micah Marx. Not going to go to deep into this subject but Reginald was a sorry excuse for a Prince.

Yes, Prince.

He’s an uneducated idiot who can’t keep his head out of the gutter, and the keg, to listen and learn. In other words, he’s a perverted, partying, drunk who needed to have the sin slapped out of him.

We’ve never met, but trust me Paparazzi get around. And the fact that Micah was on of my mom’s suitors.

The school building’s were tall and large, following a standard brick design, two floor average, blue roofs, a fountain out front of the main building, the office, groves of trees and shrubs here and there, your typical play ground, picnic tables, standard gym, and winding sidewalks across the campus.

I lingered on the events, our moving, the sudden paranormal activity.

Our family has main say, I guess that’s how you’d put it, in the Pecking order of this String of Monarchy. My mother left to have a normal life, and her spot has never been filled. Not to mention she would be the only girl there. Her brother, the heir to the family name, castle, manor, etc., was killed in a horrid car accident.

Wendell wasn’t my biological dad. Mom had a, thing, going on with this man she had met and she was truly in love. Yes, she loves Wendell, but never as much as she did that man.

She wanted me to be next in line to inherit the family name and all it’s luxuries, so I kept her last name, Bartlett, while she obtained Wendell’s last name, Blaire.

So I guess, this makes me royalty. More specifically a Princess. I shuddered just thinking of that word. I liked ME. I liked regular, shy Lexi. I couldn’t even bear the thought of running around a gorgeous castle with a crown on my head, yelling orders at people to bathe my French poodle.

Hey, you can’t give a cat a bath without losing a few limbs, just saying.

Now that we’re here, I’m getting harassed by some thing! Well, whatever it is, it has gorgeous green eyes. It’s mainly me that get’s bothered. Not mom, not Wendell, just me. I swear I’m about to go all ‘Dean Winchester’ and shoot up the next Black figure I see.

Some of you are translating that in a racist way. You know what I mean, glimpses of people who aren’t there, out of the corner of my eye, sudden black figure racing out of my sight. The irritating laughter, the noisy behavior, I’m past believing there is a squirrel stalking me, and am more convinced there is a person harassing me.

I heard the first bell of the day ring and in a wave, students swarmed out of their cars-most giving my car a second look-and up the steps, disappearing through the double doors that emptied into halls and branched into classrooms. I took a deep calming breath, trying to calm my unsettled nerves, and exhaled slowly.