Walking Amongst the Dead (A One Direction Fan Fiction)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

I jump at the deep, raspy voice from behind me and spin around.  Who stands before me, curls blown around from the wind, is none other than Harry.  His lips are pulled back into a smirk and his green eyes are sparkling with enthusiasm.

"Harry!"  I freak out, pushing him backwards softly.  "You scared me so much!"

A raspy chuckle escapes his lips as he stumbles back.  "Sorry,"  he says, but it's obvious that he is anything but sorry.

 "What is it that you want anyway?  I thought you were going to go wash clothes with River today."

Harry shrugs, plopping onto the wet grass and sitting cross-legged.  "Washing clothes is such a girly job.  Besides, you looked lonely, so I thought I would come and talk to you.  Don't you enjoy my company?"

"Well, yes, but I'm sure River feels lonely now."  An image of River having to wash all those clothes by herself flashes in my mind and I have to stop myself from laughing out loud.  River absolutely hates doing work alone.

 "Nah, she'll be fine.  I got someone else to take my place instead."

"And who is that?"  I quirk an eyebrow at him, sitting down next to him.  Knowing him, he'd end up making her work with someone she doesn't like.  It's the way he thinks our friendship goes.  One time, he made me have to pick fruit with Anissa, who I absolutely hated and still do.  I was about ready to toss her out for the Undead to come along and eat.

I'm sorry, but Anissa is really that awful.  She thinks the entire village is here to serve her, as if she is the queen of us all just because her father is the chief.  She thinks she shouldn't have to work like the rest of us do, and she complains endlessly if she is forced to.  I almost feel sorry for the snob because she is so helpless.  But it's not something that can be helped so I try to ignore her the best I can.

Even so, Anissa makes it almost impossible to try and block her out of my life.  She pretends that she is oh-so important and that we could just not live without her.  On top of all else, she thinks that every guy likes her and that she has a chance with them all.  Of course, she is beautiful.  Her long, perfect brown hair, her small beauty mark right under her right, blue eye.  But that gives her no right to go around and act like she is our queen.

Even though it was about two years ago, I still remember the day I was forced to work with Anissa.  I was just sitting under the apple tree, waiting for Harry to come running up the hill, when the girl I hated the most came walking up the hill all important-like.  I gave her a small smile and asked her if she had seen Harry coming at all.  She simply stated that he wasn't coming and that she had been told to come up and pick the fruit with me.  I gave her a strange look before getting up and getting to work right away.  And, as expected, Anissa began complaining and whining right away.

Once I had climbed up into the tree and had sat on a sturdy branch, I simply called down for her to toss me the basket.  She didn't budge from her spot.  I called down at her again and this time she crossed her arms and glared up at me.

"You have two legs!  Why don't you just come and get it yourself?"

I rolled my eyes.  I didn't have time for this.  "I can't climb up while carrying it.  Just toss it up.  Unless you'd rather be the one climbing the tree and picking all the fruit."

She grumbled to herself as she walked over to the basket and threw it up to me.  I caught it easily and began picking the apples as soon as I got the basket stable.  Below me, I could hear Anissa quietly complaining about her having to work.  After a while, her complaints were slowly getting louder and whinier, as if she expected me to feel sympathy for her.