Black Listed.

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER THREE

Ladle head turned out to have all the same classes with me; from History to Lit to Geometry to Arithmetic to Chemistry and the rest of the bullshit gang. And the worst part of it all , the douche bag sat beside me through out all my classes for the rest of the day! Asshole!
After school I headed straight for home. I didn't have any extra curricular anything after school because I wasn't interested in any. Before I got to the subway I stopped by Maggie's Stationary and got myself a new pack of pencils and a drawing book since mine was gradually getting out of fresh pages. I was probably left with two-three new pages? Didn't really remember.
Right before I left the shop I noticed something funny.
"Mrs Maggie are you okay? "
"The time has come, and the two shall be one, the time has come and the two shall be one!... " She kept rocking back and forth in her armchair behind the old creaky desk repeating those lines to no one in particular. Just kept staring into space; "The time has come and the two shall be one... "
I noticed something else. I leaned closer to get a better look, just to make sure my eyes were not deceiving me. Mrs Maggie if you took one good look at her, looked like she was in her late sixties. What in Jezebel's name would a woman that old need an ink for? It looked like a small painting that had been encrypted on the upper left of her right shoulder. It looked very new, like she got it just a day before.
Two girls, with the same face holding in both their right hands silver daggers who's lengths were not more than five inches. Their left hands were obviously bleeding.
There was something in the middle, suspending in the air between them. I couldn't tell what it was exactly but it looked like a round object and the shaded blue surface made it obvious that it glowed in the dark. I looked from the tattoo on her arm to the silver necklace around her neck to her face - wait! Clingy Maggie never wore accessories, nor any form of accessories! She never even wore clothes that showed off any parts of her body. Her arms and legs were always covered. She was always in long sleeves and long skirts and was always reading this orange book anytime you walked into her shop. People said she was studying to be a nun. This was getting weirder by the minute. It was even weirder than when I caught Barry Jones talking to himself in the hallway after school some time not too long ago; I was coming from the Library. I had been working on my Geometry project early on with Geneva Saltzman but she left all the work for me to do as usual and went to hang out with the Bulldogs; the boys football team. She was part of the cheer leading squad so it was no surprise.
I asked one more time; "Mrs Maggie, is everything alright? "
She seemed to be in a different world of her own. Just kept rocking back and forth in her chair repeating to Jezebel knows who "The time has come, and the two shall be one... "
Okay now this was creeping me the hell out so I took my wallet from my breast pocket and pulled out a five pound note which I placed on the counter and stormed out of the place without even bothering about my change.

Elsie Raad💜⚡️