"You hear about Ezra Fitz's death?" Leanna asked, one arm slung over the edge of Rook's locker.
"Piss off Leanna." She mumbled, slamming the locker door. "Yeah, I did. And I for one, don't find it funny." She snapped.
"Woah." She put her hands up in a sign of mock surrender, her eyes wide. "I didn't expect you to be so touchy about it. I thought you hated your stepbrother."
"Yeah, I might have done, but making jokes about someone's death isn't funny." Rook retorted, walking away.
"Bitch." Leanna mumbled.
Rook walked down the corridor, avoiding the dirty looks she got. It was what she was used to. She'd done it her whole life.
Ezra Fitz, her older stepbrother had been found, dead, in the woods behind Murderer's Creek. His body had been ripped to shreds, as if mauled by some rabid animal. Sure, he'd been a dick to her. But she couldn't help feeling some remorse. And this strange event reminded her too much of her own Father's death. Ezra Fitz had been popular, had loads of friends, and she was the outsider who had crashed into his life.
His friends now sent her death threats. They painted words in bright red across her locker, sometimes even on her front door. Her mum had died too, after marrying Ezra's dad. Now she'd have to live with him. Alone. At least before she'd had someone else around.
Rook opened the door to the cleaners closet and slammed the door shut. She kicked over buckets, snapped mops in half.
How was she ever going to survive?
Rook sighed. She opened the door and walked out, bumping shoulders with the cleaner as she casually strolled by. They wouldn't say a thing to her. And she knew it. Her step-brother had just been killed, and she was one of the 'special' students, and exception. It was all good.
