Megan sighed with great pain as she lost her kill streak. A message popped up in the lower corner of her screen so she tapped to open it. It was from Michael.
"You suck Mega_Killa, I've killed you 42 times already."
Rolling her eyes, just as she was about to discard the message, she pressed reply and typed,
"Shut your mouth. I grew up in the Old Fold and I'll brick your windows."
She sent it and continued with her game of Call of Duty. After getting no reply from Michael, Megan presumed she must be to hard for Michael to argue with so she turned off her Play Station and slipped into the kitchen to get food. All three of her cats began to screech until Megan dished out PB&J sandwiches to them. She knew her mother wouldn't be returning until late that night so she decided to treat herself with the Meg Special, a sandwich with a filling of jam, spinach, cheese and ham. Pebbles, the youngest cat Megan was supposed to sell to her friend, began to spew jelly over Megan's freshly cleaned spinach.
"Literally drink bleach Pebbles. Why do you always do this?"
Megan always told people to drink bleach despite the fact she was joking. Pebbles mewed, disappointed, and sulked away.
****
The next day, Megan walked into school with a smile on her face. It was sharply turned into a frown as her best friend, Jed, jelly legged her right in front of a tall boy in sixth form called Ellis. Meg let out a loud shriek, similar to her cat's, as she fell to the ground with a thud.
"Shitballs, Jed, fuck you honestly go die why did you do that, you egg??" Megan exclaimed as groups of surrounding students and teachers began to stare.
"MEGAN!" a loud booming voice towered above the giggles and whispers.
'shit it's Beresford'
"Can you please come to my office?"
Megan could feel the anxiety building up inside her as she made her way to the Beresford's office.
'Where's my god damn holy water?'
She stepped into the office and was handed a leaflet on bullying.
'Wait, what?'
"Megan, I've been hearing you bully Ellie."
'stupid Beresford'
"Ahah, no she is my friend." Megan replied, almost bursting out laughing.
"That's not what she said.."
"What do you mean? What did she say"
"You told her to kill herself, Megan. You do realise you can be fined for telling someone to do that?"
"Ah but Sir, you do realise I grew up in the Old Fold? It's okay to say that.."
"Megan you're not hard. Stop that. It's no excuse."
Megan fell to the floor. Nobody could ever tell her she wasn't hard and live to tell the tale. How could she ever make the Meg Special again? Megan lashed out, jumping into the air and knocking shelves off the walls like a rabid animal. Beresford turned swiftly and in a flash, slapped Megan across the face.
All of a sudden, Megan awoke in her bed. It was just a nightmare and she was okay. Turning on her bedside lamp, Megan checked the time. 03:46 She got up to go to the bathroom. To her great shock, and horror, as she looked in the mirror there was a large handprint on her face. A red, human handprint. The logical reason would be she was just having a casual nightmare and her sister happened to hit her as a joke. A slight problem was that nobody was in the house. Not even her mother, who was supposed to be coming home at 10 or 11pm. Megan was too scared out of her wit to find out what was happening.
****
She was sure it was the next morning for real and it wasn't a dream as she walked into the brightly lit kitchen.
"Where were you last night, mam?" Megan enquired.
"What do you mean, I was in the house by ten thirty."
Megan stared blankly as she went to sleep at eleven and woke up at three. There was no sign of her mother at either or those times. She had no idea what was happening in Bensham but she, as a hard lad, wanted to find out.
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thanks for reading the first chapter of my best selling horror novel 'The Old Fold' and I'm going to post a new chapter every Monday at 10pm (GBT) . Give feedback pls thanks (most fans from the art table @ heworth but ok)
