Unified

Unfied Chapter 1

1 day after

Sunday march 5th, 12:05 pm

Victoria Camberland

Her room

My mum stepped into my room. 'Don't forget to learn your German test.' she said. "Ye-hes, and my French test, my science test and the rest of what all the god-damn teachers gave us as homework.' I said, slightly annoyed. 'Don't you dare catch an attitude on me!' my mum said, angrily. 'But you threw it,' I replied shutting the door in her face.

I sat down at my desk, still angry. I chuckled a bit because of the joke I made, and how mad mum should be now. I love to tease my mum, not so smart but I liked it. I am rebellious, screw everything!

I still sat in my PJs (black and red plaid), as I'm not only rebellious, but very lazy too. Not a very good combination according to my parents. But they already hated me anyway, so I wouldn't care too much.

Just because I am a rebel I had a piercing in my lip and a few black rings in my left ear. I also dyed my hair blonde. My parents weren't too pleased when they saw me walk in with my freshly dyed hair and I loved the expression on their faces. It was just too funny. My parents didn't think so, though.

Not wanting to learn for my tests, I picked my phone up from my desk and plugged my earbuds in. I hummed on the beat of a song called Nine In The Afternoon. "We're feeling so good, just the way that we do, when it's nine in the afternoon," I hummed, looking through my WhatsApp chats. All the way down I saw the chat of Amanda. I looked at her profile picture. I liked to do that, looking at people's profile pictures, I don't know why. It kind of funny to see how ridiculous some of them look. Like seriously, I don't think that some people get the concept of selfies.

Amanda was a good friend of mine. She hadn't been on school for the last, like, five days and I was slightly worried about her. I mean, she was ill more often but never this long. On the picture she looked perfectly fine though (of course she does, it was taken before she got ill, duh).

When I was done looking at her brown hair and blue eyes, I looked in the chat. It had been a long time since we chatted. I saw that the last time she was online was yesterday. Nothing for her to be offline for so long. She was always chatting from dawn to dusk. I always called her a no-lifer for it, as a joke.

Suddenly I got a message from an unknown number. It said: "I see you looking at that chat, don't go look for her." And it had a picture attached to it. Hesitating I opened the picture. I dropped my phone. With wide open eyes I dropped myself on the floor too.

Amanda was laying on the pavement,

with a unicorn horn smashed through her head,

dead.

I looked on my shelf, because I collected unicorn horns (I don't know why, I just liked them). They all stood in order. I counted them. One, two, three, four, five.. I missed one.

Shit.