Collision Of Keith & Dawn (COMPLETED)

Chapter 2

(Keith Black Above).

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When the alarm awoke me from my slumber, I hopped out of bed. Many of you might ask. Dawn, How on earth Are you so damn energised in the morning? The answer is simple, definitely not drugs. I enjoy living life, while I'm still young at least. Whenever you wake up, just spend the extra snooze time to ask yourself, "What do I want to achieve today?" and there you have it, get up and make that dream a reality.

I walked into my bathroom and brushed my teeth, humming a random tune that popped into my head. I think it was the Spongebob theme tune, that shit had been on my mind for DAYS. Once my teeth were all clean and minty I walked over to my dresser and picked out a pair of black shorts with rips in them, along with a plain white long sleeved stretch top. I tied my friendship bracelets around my wrist and on my feet I had my favourite pair of combat boots over some black knee highs. Cute yet Dawn.

For my make up I went pretty basic, I had a feeling I'd be doing something active today. Wouldn't want me looking like a homeless person after my makeup is smudged and running down my face. A winged liner and some mascara to make my hazel green eyes pop was all I needed. I grabbed a breakfast bar and a Juice box on my way out. Want to guess the flavor? It was orange!

When I got into Bee, I switched on my radio and drove off to the hell hole they call school. When I parked in my usual spot, I so did not expect to see a very happy looking Josie waiting for me. I got out of the car and made my way over to her, being very careful in case this was a trap and she was going to slice me in half any moment. Nothing like that happened though, she reached out and pulled me in for a hug, rubbing my back.

Strange...

when she released me I was dumbfounded, "Why aren't you mad?" I questioned, shock evident in my voice. She chucked and flipped her hair over her shoulder. "Oh Dawn, it was just a silly prank, now come on we're gonna be late for chem" she cheered and pulled me towards the building. Oh wow Danny must have boom boomed her hard last night if she was this happy.

We made it just in time, Mrs Grundy (or Grumpy as we liked to call her) was just unpacking her bag when we walked through the door. I hurried to the back of the class and slid into my desk. Josie joined me, sliding into the seat next to mine, leaning back. She hated chemistry, well she hated school in general. She would always space out and daydream about god knows what, well I assumed she was dreaming about Danny and their crazy sex life she tells me so much about despite my displeasure. When she was asked to answer a question, she simply shrugged and said 'I don't know, pick someone else'.

It wasn't that she was stupid, she actually had a pretty decent brain inside that head of hers, she just didn't bother answering. I turned to her when I realized Sen wasn't here, "Josie, Where the pickle is Sen?" I asked, keeping my voice a hushed whisper.

Sen was the third pea to our pod. She had magnetic blue hair, blue eyes and a flawlessly white face. She was half Asian from her mother's side, her father was a pure blooded American. It wasn't rare of Sen to not show up to class, especially Chem, but it was rare for us not to know about it. "I don't know" she replied frowning at her own answer, even she felt there was something odd going on.

Something was up with Sen, we were too close to keep secrets from each other.

Sen was a mysterious chick in her own way. From the things going on inside her head to what she did after school. She would often sit in class on the rare occasions when she actually showed up, and would plan ways to murder people; Has thousand of ideas, detailed to perfection, written in her 'Death Note' pad.

Yep, she was a special one. Josie and I happened to know the funny and silly side of Sen. Which made it really hard not to love her. She was just too darn cute despite being a raging psychopath. I know at least a handful of Psychopaths who are really cute. Harley Quinn and Tate from American Horror Story. Perfect example of psychopaths. Focusing my attention on the teacher, I copied down word for word, annotating the key terms and important shiz I needed to remember.