We walked to our death in silence. I finally knew how people on death row felt. The pain, the fear, the overwhelming regret.
"Ugh, stop being so dramatic will you?" Charlotte groaned, "we're going to meet Cassie, not the grim reaper."
"What's the difference? We're going to die either ways," I said, "and can you just let me narrate, this is supposed to be my story after all."
"What?! No it isnt!" She scoffed, "Look at the title, it says 'Karma wears stilletoes'." She pointed to our shoes. "I'm the only one wearing stilletoes, hence that's me. I'm Karma."
I scoffed, "you're not Karma. Karma is a force of the universe. You're a stupid teenager who wears shitty shoes."
She gasped. "You take that back!"
"No." I said firmly.
"Take that back or I'll make sure I'm wearing stilletoes when I kick you in the ass.'"
I rolled my eyes, "we're going to die anyways."
"You said that already."
"It seemed to warrant saying again."
Patricia groaned, "God, enough already." She turned around to face us, "what is it with you two? Do you guys ever shut up?"
We looked at each other.
"Nope," I shrugged.
"Not really," Charlotte added.
She groaned. "Just follow me okay? No running. I still have that picture of you."
I sighed and passed a glare at Charlotte, before following Patricia. She walked a few spaces ahead of us, her swaying her silky black hair.
I wish I had hair like that.
She made a few sharp turns around the hallways. Before I finally realised where we were heading.
The Girl's bathroom.
Patricia pushed the door open and motion for both of us to get inside, "Weirdos first."
Well you can't argue with that logic.
Charlotte walked ahead of me confidently, though I could see she was worried. It was written all over her face. Which stressed me out even further because I knew Charlotte had no plan to get us out of here.
The one time we actually needed a plan.
I walked in after her, and blinked twice as the sharp fluorescent light hit my eyes. I turned to the mirror and saw Cassie's perfect reflection. She was touching up her makeup, you know, a little lipstick, a bit of blush.
Anything to return the colour to her face, so that no one would know she was a soul sucking vampire.
Oh my God. It all fits
"Well, well, well," Cassie said.
Seriously? Why does everyone keep using that line.
"Look what we have here, a misfit and her little lap dog," she cooed.
Charlotte and I looked at each other. "You're the dog," we said in unision.
"Hey, hey!" Cassie snapped her fingers, "focus on me."
"Focus on me, Fuh-Fuh-Focus on me," I broke out into song.
Cassie glared at me before turning to Charlotte, "Is she for real?"
"I'm afraid so."
"Hey!" I protested.
"Ugh," She groaned, "Anyways, why were you trying steal my boyfriend's underwear? Do you wanna smell it?"
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