*Author's Note*
Hey, sorry, I am new to putting flashbacks.... Also I want to know what you think of the first chapter... :D
*End of Author's Note*
I have heard of anger-management problems, but she is in a whole other category in itself.
*Flashback*
I was laughing at my new friend’s joke on the first day of school when I saw her. She was wearing a designer miniskirt that barely covered her underwear. Maturity hung heavily in the air around her and it was only first period, when a huge crowd surrounded her. Geez, you’d think that she was a celebrity, but no, that is popularity for you.
Anyways, I would hate to admit it, but back then, I thought she was the coolest and I wanted to be her friend. I felt like that while she plastered on a fake smile and blew kisses like she was “all that” and yet, when she saw me, she stopped and frowned. Whether it was my pink streak or my super-cute manicure nails, she started hating me that day. It may seem like I was overreacting, but I really wasn’t.
That day, in third period, I went to my gym locker, and found a note, it read:
Darling Autumn,
I hope you like water… ;)
Signed, you’ll never guess!!! Btw, I don’t like you!
I had no idea what that meant at all, but I guess I just shook it off. Normally I would have cared about who didn’t like me, but I was excited. After a hard game of sweaty dodge ball, I went off to the shower. I realized that I was going to shower in room A1. A1 in our school is the best shower room ever. It is the only one with a door that could close instead of a curtain. Better yet, Isabelle, who became known as Ms. Popularity, was in the shower before me. She wasn’t smiling until she saw me, and she whispered to me ‘Have fun!’
I walked into the shower oblivious to what lay ahead. I tapped the faucet, and sighed contently as it sprinkled warm water on me. ‘Another joy to being in this room, privacy, warm water, and high technology…. How did I ever go a year without this?’ I wondered in my head.
That was when the faucet broke off. Water spewed everywhere. I went to go ask for help, but when I reached for the doorknob, I got shocked. I pulled my hand back for a split second while someone locked the door.
I talked with a hint of urgency in my voice “let me out!”
“Nope,” I recognized the voice immediately. It belonged to Isabelle. I didn’t try to argue. Isabelle got that tone with me that I was all too familiar with, she wasn’t going to let me out and that was final.
So I sat in there impatiently waiting for someone to rescue me. I know I probably would have had to pay for the damage so I kind of hoped that if I was close enough to dying, someone else will value my life over the bill. I sat there, waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting.
The water was slowly filling up the enormous room. Finally I heard someone knocking at the door.
“Young lady, you are in so much…” Vice Principal Hart never got to finish, because when he opened the door, all the water came out. It literally was like a mini tsunami!
“What the…?” He asked, infuriated. He was soaking wet and if it was a cartoon, his ears would have steam coming out of them. Finally when he calmed down enough to speak he screamed “Ms. Scarlet, why did you think that prank would’ve been funny? Don’t you realize that you could’ve drowned, AND, more importantly, the water bill would sky-rocket? You will be cleaning this mess up and you will be in detention for the next three weeks!” With that, he stomped out of the girl’s locker room. Then I saw Isabelle in the corner of the room laughing her head off. She dropped a note into my bag and scampered off, joining Mr. Hart.
I stood there scoping out the mess. I knew it would take me at least an hour to mop it all up, but I also really wanted to take a look at that note. I got the mop deciding that I might as well work first.
It actually only took me forty-five minutes, but still. ‘The bathroom never looked better. Finally, it was lunch time; I snuck away from the cafeteria, went outside, and climbed a tree. When I was sure I could not be seen, I opened up the note. In the same handwriting, it read:
Dear Autumn:
I heard from someone popular about what happened. I am so sorry! (Not!) I wish you could’ve been the good little brat you are and drowned there. If you would’ve died, you would have at least counted yourself as lucky… When you think you are alone, then I will strike. I will show no mercy!
See ya in hell,
You’ll never guess
I shivered. This person could be talking about right now. I don’t know if Isabelle is the person behind this, or if she works for the person behind this, but I was determined to find out before it was too late.
*End of Flashback*
I stood by the door. All around me were paintings and sculptures of ordinary things. I yawned, knowing that I could so do better than that. I was at the Gimson Hall. To everyone else, it was a cool new room of priceless art, but to me, it was just another addition to Gimson High School.
“What’s wrong? Not enjoying our only seventh grade field trip?” My teacher asked, scaring me.
“I am enjoying it, I just know that I could actually do so much better than all this artwork.”
She raised her eyebrows at me surprised but shrugged it off. “Whatever.” She walked away as she muttered “The kids I have to put up with. First a drug dealer, and now a big ego girl?”
“I heard that!” I called out. With that, she cursed under her breath. I averted my eyes when I saw Isabelle again. She scowled at me in her designer mini skirt and matching purse.
She’s hated me from the beginning and as much as I wished I was her friend, but no one saw the world like her.
She saw everyone as an insignificant player that aids her to win the game…
“So…. When are you going to die?” She whispered casually into my ear.
“As soon as you’re dead.” I hissed back.
Oh. Yeah. I forgot to mention what the game is… Killing Me.
