Alternations

Inaugurations

We all watched as people began gathering around, tapping on the glass and motioning for us to come out. Some were talking, others were frantically screaming and yelling. I thought I saw a few girls from school. I squinted, trying to remember their names. Finally, I realized it was Elizabeth and Giselle. Lizz was a slender girl who never ate anything and was bullied for it, yet she still cared for everyone. She was an odd girl, caring for those who hated her. I tried to distract myself from Ivan, thinking back to the time where Maia slapped her across the face, which caused her to fall to the ground. Then Maia said something like "Wow, I'm surprised I didn't slap you right out of your skin you anorexic disgrace." I knew Maia was taking it far but I wasn't going to stop this. Liz would get over it, right? So instead I kicked her in the back and added "I'm pretty sure I just broke her spine." I said loudly, tracing my hand across her shoulder before shoving her into the hard tile floor just as she was starting to get up.

Giselle was Elizabeth's best friend, and she constantly stood up for her. I gritted my teeth as I had a flashback of when she dumped some kind of liquor that gave Maia and I hives and rashes for a week. Normally, we would get back at her, but Maia and I, as well as everyone else who messed with Giselle, knew it was a bad idea for getting revenge on her. Liz wore a blank expression, no sympathy nor any sign of a smirk or a glare. Giselle tried to copy that look, but every once in a while she would shudder or her eyes would betray her and she would shed a tear. Everyone felt slightly uncomfortable. We all stared at the unfortunate crowd that had had the disgrace of witnessing such depression. "Close the curtains. Shut the blinds. Reinforce the locked door. No one gets to see anything else besides Maia and Bella." We all turned to see Mother talking with an emotionless expression, her eyes were empty, despite the slight hint of bitterness there. I rose, trying to be silent but stepping in a puddle of blood and causing a disturbing ploosh. The people looked somewhat eager, motioning for me to open the door.

I dashed their hopes, shutting the blinds, closing the curtains. I knew the police were on their way. They were the only ones allowed in. I thought. After obeying Mum's orders, I fell to my feet, exhausted from crying and screaming and getting beat up. Mom forced herself to her feet. "Mom. You have questions to answer. Why did the Bloody Deceits come? They said to ask you." My tone was rising with hysteria and anger as I realized my mother could have been the reason my UTTERLY INNOCENT baby brother died. My mom's blank expression melted into one of fear, anxiety, and nervousness. "O-okay. T-this was when I was much younger and didn't know any better." She added quickly, stammering and fusing words together, making it hard to decipher. She turned and glanced at my dad for only a moment. Mother's gaze was filled with doubt and worry. "Oh..OK.." Just as she started speaking, there was a THUD coming from the chimney.

"Ow!" Grumbled a deep voice. We all turned to see a man stride out, hand clutching his head. "CHRIS!" Shrieked my mom, almost fainting. I wrinkled my brow and turned to look at my mom. She was clutching her chest, gasping. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my dad glaring, a furious expression on his face. "Mom..Dad..do you know this guy?" I said, my voice faltering. "CHRIS, YOU'RE ALIVE!" Yelled my mom, voice shaking. Chris began in a hushed tone, pressing his pointer finger against his lips, telling us to hush our tones. "Don't have much time. The police are probably on the-" Chris was interrupted by a loud knock on the door, followed by a gruff, impatient voice. "Mrs. And Mr. Desportin! It's the police! We have a search warrent! Open the door! NOW!" Demanded the voice when we were in the slightest bit hesitant. Chris looked irritated as he threw on his jacket and disappeared. My mom nodded reassuringly to all of us, as if silently saying: Trust me, they won't catch him. She hurriedly rushed to the door and yanked it open. The police officer gasped, staring at all the gore, and then looking at Ivan. "Care to explain?" He said, in a very hoarse voice.