Fangs, a vampire love story

Ms. Henderson

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Chapter 13

Ms. Henderson

Carissa’s P.O.V:

It was the next morning, and I opened my eyes. I opened my blinds, and limped down the stairs. My mom greeted me, and told me, “I can’t drive you to school today.” I glared at her and complained, “Mom, I have a fucking broken leg. How the fuck will I get to school?” She stopped what she was doing… which was making me breakfast, and replied, “Don’t talk to me like that. Now, maybe I can ask the neighbor to drive you. Let me call her.”

I groaned and pleaded, “Oh no, please anything but Ms. Henderson!” My mom asked, “Okay, so do you want to walk to school?” I stopped and said quickly, “What are you waiting for… call her!” My mom giggled and replied, “Exactly.” She dialed her number, and after a couple of rings, Ms. Henderson picked up.

She was an old, stubborn woman. My mom put it on speaker, because she was packing me lunch, and Ms. Henderson answered, “Hello?” My mom cleared her throat and choked out, “Hi, Ms. Henderson, I was wondering if you could drive my daughter to school, just for today.” There was a pause, and Ms. Henderson replied, “Sure, but there has to be something in it for me. I need some beans. Do you have cans of beans?”

My mom checked the cupboard and replied, “Yes, we have 3 cans.” Ms. Henderson answered, “Okay, I’ll take one can.” My mom smiled and told her, “My daughter will knock on your door when she is ready.” Ms. Henderson groaned, “Fine, bye now.” My mom replied, “Thank you Ms. Henderson. Bye-bye.” Then she clicked off.

I ate my 3 waffles, and drank my orange juice. I limped up the stairs and into the washroom. I changed my pad, and washed my hands. I walked into my room, and picked out a t-shirt from TNA, and some skinny jeans from Hollister. I pulled out the same bra from yesterday, and hooked it on. I grabbed a new pair of underwear… put that on.

I put on my pants and shirt and limped back into the washroom. I splashed some cold water onto my face, and wiped it with a face towel. I squeezed some toothpaste out onto my blue tooth brush and started to brush my teeth. After 2 minutes, I spit the foam out and rinsed my mouth… including the sink.

I put some cream on my chapped lips… I don’t know why they were chapped in hot weather. I took out my makeup bag, and smothered some lip gloss on my lips. I took out the jet black shiny mascara, and brushed my eye-lashes with it. I put on some foundation, to hide some blackheads, and put my makeup back away.

I limped down the stairs, and grabbed my bag. I looked for my mom, and couldn’t find her. I looked out the window… no car. She already left. I shrugged and took the key. I walked out, and locked the door; I limped to Ms. Henderson’s place, and walked slowly up the stairs. I knocked on the door, and Ms. Henderson opened it right away.

She already had her shoes on, and was waiting for me. She smiled and replied, “Are you ready Carissa?” I nodded and smiled back. She came outside and looked down at my leg. She asked, “What happened to your leg?” I replied, “Oh nothing, I just broke it.” She looked into my eyes, and replied, “Oh, I’m sorry. Are you alright?” I nodded.

We walked slowly to her old, messy car. There was tissue boxes, tissues, magazines, coffee cups, anything you can imagine everywhere in the car. I was sitting on a bunch of paper, and paper cups. The ride to school was long and quiet.

We arrived in the parking lot of my school, and Ms. Henderson stopped the car for me to get out. I grabbed my bag off the messy floor, and told Ms. Henderson, “Thanks… a lot.” I struggled out of the car, and limped to the front doors.

I looked back, Ms. Henderson already drove off. Well, I survived. It seemed like Henderson changed… before she used to be a witch, until her husband died not too long ago. I guess she didn’t love her husband. If my husband dies before me, I’m going to kill myself too, just so I can be with him.

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Okay guys... how did you like it?! So you met Ms. Henderson... the creepy old cat lady, who is Carissa's neighbor... LOL

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