It's Raining Blood and Revenge

····The Goth····

····The Goth····

"Mr. Snake, do you have your book report to turn in?" Ms. Sylvester asked. She had white hair with black streaks in it and with a face as droopy and wrinkly as hers, she really did look like Sylvester the Cat. And right now, I was Tweety.

I pushed forward my book report and Ms. Sylvester look it over. I folded my hands and watched as she looked at my paper, then at me, then at the paper again. I knew she was thinking of a way to get me in trouble, but so far, she hadn't and couldn't. She set the paper on her desk quite loudly and stood in front of her podium. Then, she cleared her throat and glared at me.

"Continuing our next lesson, Andrew, can you read from page 306 to--" Ms. Sylvester said when the door opened. We all turned our heads and I glanced over. It was that girl. Charlie. Today she was wearing a red cut off shoulder sweater over a black tank top and leather leggings with red and black vans. Her hair was down and in wavy curls along with her glasses. She walked up to Ms. Sylvester and handed her a paper. She quickly glanced at all the students when her eyes met mine, her mouth twitched into a smile. Ms, Sylvester read over the paper and her eyes widened.

"You--! How did you get this information?!" Ms. Sylvester yelled. Charlie stood on the tip of her toes and whispered something into her ear. I tried to read her lips, but they were barely moving. Heh, perfect poker face. Ms. Sylvester's face went pale as her eyes followed Charlie's.

"And if you don't cooperate, I'll have to--" Charlie whispered, but Ms. Sylvester shut her up by snapping her off.

"Okay. Okay! I'll cooperate, just... don't you EVER tell anybody about that." Ms. Sylvester muttered under her breath. Charlie smirked and took back the paper, walking out the classroom. It might've been my imagination, but I could swear she looked back at me.

"Dude, was that Charlie Winston?"

"She's such a freak. I heard she got one of the assistant principals arrested."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, it was something about an affair or something. What is she, some sort of stalker?"

I frowned. Charlie didn't seem like a freak, much less than a stalker. I raised my hand.

"Ms. Sylvester, can I use the restroom?"

{~}

"Charlie!" I called out to Charlie as I ran after her. She turned around and pushed up her glasses?

"Jason?" she asked. I strained a smile. "What's up?" she caught me off guard.

"Huh? Oh, uh... I just... wanted to say hi. Long time no see," I said. Charlie gave me a smile and continued to walk. "What was up with that during class?" Charlie shrugged and folded the paper into her pocket.

"Its nothing. Just... some business that I had to do." Charlie replied.

"Really? Cause it kinda looked like you were threatening Ms. Sylvester--" Charlie turned to me, her eyes as big as saucers.

"I was not threatening her. I was just asking her something... for a friend." Charlie said. For a second there, I could see her cheeks flush. She snapped back to reality and glared at me. "Anyways, stay out of it." Charlie said. She turned and continued to walk away.

{~}

I started walking back from the music store from the request from my sister to pick up some Indies CD's for her. To keep myself reserved, I wore a black hoodie with a black fitted jeans. I'm always wearing black. Always. I walked past a Starbucks and saw some people sitting outside. Why would they be outside in the freezing wind? It was the month before December and everyone in Remington was just anticipating snow any time soon.

I slammed my foot into a chair and heard a sound.

Click!

"Shit!" someone cursed. I glanced down and saw a person with a black trench coat with darkened sunglasses. He or she had a fedora on and wore leather pants and boots.

"Ah, sorry." I said. The person glanced at me, then turned back to their camera. I frowned and continued to walk, but occasionally looked back behind me to see who that mysterious person was doing? It was clearly a she, and that she was very suspicious...

I tapped on her shoulder, making the woman jump and dropped her camera. She cursed again.

"I'm sorry, I just--"

"God, what is your problem?! Quit bothering me!" she screamed. I stepped back in shock. This voice... I knew it.

"Charlie? Is that you?"