Piranha

Chapter 1

"Zara! Wake up! ZARA!" My mother called, shaking me awake.

"Go away." I grumbled and rolled over, pulling the pillow over my head.

"Oh no. Wake up. You're gonna be late for school if keep that up." My mother's Italian accent echoing off the walls as she exited the room.

"Fine, I'm up." I grumbled and rolled over just to send my little sister tumbling off my hip and on to the carpeted floor.

"Sorry Kyra. You okay?" I asked, hanging half my body off the bed, worrying if she hit her head or something. I didn't have to worry long. I was looking into the face of a hysterical five year old. Sometimes I wonder about that child. I got up and stumbled into my bathroom and carried out my usual morning routine.

When I came out I saw Kyra sitting at my dresser, as usual, going through my makeup. I walked over to my closet on the side of the room to find something - anything - to wear that was presentable. five minutes later I was still clueless so I just grabbed a random t-shirt and a pair of black jeans. I walked back over to my dresser so I could finish getting ready before my mom called again.

"Kyra, get out of my stuff and stop wasting mu makeup." I said pulling palettes out of her grubby little hands.

"Fine. By the way, your phone was ringing." she said giving up and getting up to go wave my phone around.

"Did you answer it again, Ky?" I asked, while I started on my face. God, I looked like shit.

"Maybe...." she said after a minute, a sly grin on her face.

"Who was it?"

"Your boyfriend." she answered in that annoying singsong voice , dragging out the entire word three second longer than it actually need to be. I rolled my eyes. I swear sometimes I just wanted to shake her.

"Oh shut up and give my phone." I said getting up and grabbing her and my precariously held phone in her hand.

"It's gonna cost ya." her grin wide.

"Yeah right! You little-"

"ZARA! Get down here now! Do you know how late you are?!" moms voice shrill voice interrupted for downstairs

"Comin' Ma!" I yelled and turned to Kyra. I whispered, yanking mu phone out of her hands, trying not to think of a reason why it was sticky.

"This isn't over, you here me?"

"Sure." she said and walked out of my room.

As I finished my makeup, I thought back to The Dream that I had again.

Every night for the past three I've been having this recurring weird dream that I'm in a dark room and there is this odd accented voice and all it really says is "It's time to continue my legacy." then the room turns this brilliant white. and I'm standing knee high in crimson red blood. directly in front of me is a six foot high stack of bodies. Very, very, brutally dead bodies and just thrown random over each other without care. All at once I have all their dead eyes on me. In unison they say "Why did you do this to me? What did I ever do to you? I was innocent." Those crazy eyes then widen, panic written boldly across their faces. They start coughing up so much blood, the blood on the floor starts to rise, swallowing me. Just before I go under the voice says "Kill for me" then I'm drowning.

I normally wake up before I die in cold sweat and screaming blood murder. Ironic.

"Zara! Il tuo culo qui!"

"Jesus! I'm coming Ma!" I finished up quickly and ran downstairs. I quickly ate my breakfast, kissed Mom's cheeks and ran out the house to the bus stop. I caught the bus in the nick of time, found a seat and promptly went to sleep.

"Zara. Up. Time to go." I looked up into the brown doe eyes of Sean. The Guy That Wakes Me Up. He smiled his usual crooked grin and stretched and collected my things which were basically my knapsack with my purse and my laptop.

"Your harder to wake." Sean says as we stepped of the bus and onto the noisy compound. I shrugged not wanting to get into it and mumbled my thanks and walked off to my first class, Biology.

After an hour of me staring into space, the bell rang, jolting me to the present. I was about to close my laptop and put it in my bag when I realized there was an open Microsoft word document there that wasn't before. I opened it and frowned. There seemed to be nothing on it. I scrolled down and had to go down ten pages before the crazy started.

There were just lines upon lines of complete gibberish that looked like they Greek. Then there were the names. Hundreds of hundreds, pages upon pages of names. when I finally reached the end, my ears were ringing and my heart was trying to jump out of my throat.

Under the named there was a short note: "They needed to die and my previous hosts did marvelous jobs. You have the potential to do the same if not better. If not, you will burn like the rest. The descendants of those men will pay for their actions. Enjoy Zara Mitchell, Ninth Host of Piranha.

I slammed my laptop shut, stuffed it in my bag. My phone rang in my pocket frightening me so bad, I nearly dropped the bag. I sighed and fought my phone out of my pocket, answering, slung my bag over my shoulder and rushed to my next class.

PHONE CALL

ME: HELLO MR. SIR

RYAN: REALLY? YOUR STILL ON THAT?

ME: YEP. BUT YOU LOVE ME SO YOU CAN'T REALLY COMPLAIN.

RYAN: LUCKY ME. SO WHERE ARE YOU? YOU LATE FOR CLASS.

(in background) Mr. Grey, could you please put away the cellular phone before it is confiscated from you. And where is Ms. Mitchell? One sec Sir.

(To me) GET HERE QUICK. STEVE URKLE IS VERY GRUMPY TODAY.

ME: OKAY. BYE BABE

RYAN: SEE YOU IN A BIT.

I stuffed the phone back into my pocket and continued on my way to class.