Label
/'leIb(e)l/
Noun
a classifying phrase or name applied to a person or thing, especially one that is inaccurate or restrictive.
Synonyms: identification; tag; characterization; description
Life
/lAIf/
Noun
the condition that distinguishes animals and plants from inorganic matter, including the capacity for growth, reproduction, functional activity, and continual change preceding death.
Synonyms: existence, being, living
In this condition that distinguishes the mind and the mindless we decided that more categories were needed for the living. Labels. Inaccurate descriptions that limit us to certain personalities accepted by society.
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Palegrave High sat in the middle of the town surrounded by the daring forest, the crushing river and the different streets that lead into the area where the lights were most at night.
The school was structured ten years after the mine closed and took the 90's style very seriously. The brick buildings that had a dark tone of red to them, the whitely painted hallways and the brown- red lockers that stood against the hall everywhere exept where the trophies stood gave the school an antique atmosphere and a vintage look. The trophies of Palegrave High's most praised and most successful stood proud on their wooden shelves and glowed in the yellow lights built into the ceiling.
Pixie Hamilton walked down the hallway, gently gliding her hands over the protective glass infront of the many golden awards. She had already noticed that all the one's with her name carved into it was either redone with out her burden or simply taken away.
She had changed alot since disappearing into the woods on 16 December. Her curly black hair was now a strawberry blonde and raised into a careless bun on the top of her head. Her skin darker than before, almost made it seem like she went on a small vacation. Her eyes were still starry blue but something was different, the madness of that night was still there. Not the kind that frantically searched their surroundings, but a more calm kind...a more dangerous kind.
She had seem to have done her research on fasion because the black socks coming to right under her knees and the dark red coat ending on her upper leg was exactly what society expected.
A sound broke her thoughts and she looked up to see a short, skinny girl standing by her locker. She had long, curly black hair, hazel brown eyes and wore the typical student body president outfit.
Pixie walked towards the locker. "You have to push it in and then open it." She explained then with underestimated power shoved the locker with her shoulder and then ripped it open with almost no effort.
The girl smiled "How come the new girl shows me what to do?"
"I've been here before." Pixie said then grinned "Pixie Hamilton, nice to meet you."
The girl's face grew pale and realization filled her eyes. "Oh...you're...wow...uhm, Samantha...Sam for short." She stuttered and then took Pixie's hand in a forcefull greeting.
Sam showed Pixie to her first class that they coincidentally had together. The teacher introduced her carefully and with dread and the other students seemed to leave her in het own company, not necessarily cruel...maybe scared was the right word.
At lunch Pixie wandered the green grass filled with spaced wooden tables and eventually went to sit with Sam who waved her over.
"Have you seen? You made front page." Sam said then shoved the town's local paper towards her. She sat down settin her tray down next to her on the table. Pixie took the page from the table and held it up.
Her face must've gone red because both the girl that accompanied Sam and Sam herself seemed to move away a bit. Pixie gently put the paper down making a mental note of the journalist, then clinched her fists. Her nails dug into her palm draining the anger through pain.
She stood up "Kara Charles? Who is she?"
"She's a...three tables behind you." The girl, who later introduced herself as Arina Grace, stuttered.
Pixie turned her head and just as she expected a well- built, light haired girl met her gaze with her lips pulled into a line and her right hand, holding a fork, playing around with the food in her platter. Pixie headed towards her with a force in her eyes unrecognizable by the sane.
"I'm wondering?" Pixie said, "Kara Charles?"
The girl nodded. "Well I'm Pixie Hamilton, but you already know that? Apparently you know alot about me? Including what happened that night...and it's funny, because I can't even remember?"
"I was just listing the facts." Kara stated.
"Well then you better write this down. I'm crazy right? So maybe I'll have another psychotic episode and lose my mind. I'd ask you to write a report on that one too but you wouldn't be around to do that, now will you?"
Kara replied with silence and Pixie only realized then that all eyes were on her. She straightened her coat and walked away. When she reached the hallway Arina and Sam was on her heels.
"That was brilliant." Sam exclaimed.
"No one really stands up to Kara, she always bugs everyone, claiming truth is what this town needs." Arina explained.
"And it doesn't help that her dad is the sheriff..." Sam added.
Pixie suddenly turned around, her eyes wide with shock "What?"
Now the labels were given. Arina, the shy book worm that did good on all her tests. Sam, student body president, for amazing participation in cultural, sport and academic fields and outstanding skills in social activities. Kara, the most curious student in all of Palegrave.
And then, Pixie Hamilton, the psychotic asylum patient, high with anger and a mission...a mission to prove that she did not kill Charlie Jackson.
Not as far as she's concerned.
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Palegrave's Mystery
Bí ẩn / Giật gânThe murder of Charlie Jackson raised a lot of drama in the old town of Palegrave, but it doesn't end there. When his accused murderer returns a year later, a high school student named Pixie Hamilton, it is put into question if she is really the one...
