The morning sun filtered through my navy blinds, dimly illuminating my room. I groaned as the deathly rays shot at my face and turning over, I hid my face in the comfort of my pillow.
The minute I had got in through the doors, Lisa was waiting for me with a clipboard in her hands. I didn't even have time to explain myself, instead she handed me a slip which consisted of my punishment which was doing the dishes for two weeks and the laundry, I was also grounded for a week. This was a bummer considering today was Saturday and instead of being able to hang out, I was stuck in the orphanage.
Deciding it was no use and I was already awake, I kicked off my flowery duvet and padded over to the sink in my room. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. Regarding myself in the mirror, I saw a mascara smudged girl staring back. Her brown hair was ravenous from sleep and her lips swollen... well from... Adrian.
Just the simple thought of him sent shivers up and down my spine.
Slipping out of my pyjama's, I threw on black leggings and a plain grey tank top. Running a brush through my hair, I realised that there was a purpleish bruise on the base of my throat. A hickey.
God damn it, I had to leave my hair down then. The sticky, humid atmosphere of the season didn't help my situation.
Grumbling down to breakfast, I bumped into Sara.
"Hey" I nudged her with my shoulder, She was fourteen and an inch taller than me. I was small, milling at a five foot four. Her strawberry blonde hair was done in a simple knot at the top of her head and she wore a PINK shirt with black shorts and converses.
"You going anywhere?" I asked, making small talk.
She shrugged her shoulders, "Jesse want's to go to the movies"
Her best friend Jesse, a tanned boy with golden hair and brown eyes. I swear he likes her, and she probably likes him back.
"Just the two of you then" I winked at her
"Shut up!" she laughed, slapping my arm "I've told you before, Jesse is my best friend, nothing more"
I sent her a saucy grin but didn't continue.
For breakfast I satisfied myself with a bowl of corn flakes, and a glass of orange juice. I got up from the table ready to go back to the slumber of my room when Lisa was suddenly behind me. Her red rimmed glasses, at the tip of her nose. In a patronising voice, she pointed to the scraps of plates and bowls on the breakfast table,
"house work remember? do the crime, pay the time" she chewed on her lip, "Or something like that" Sending me a hard look she waddled out of the room, her bum following her like a cargo train.
Sighing heavily, I began to do my chores. I hated cleaning up, and this was evident in my room. The dark blue walls of my rectangular room was plastered with posters of bands, harry potter, favourite quotes and famous icons. I liked my room colourful. I had everything I needed in my room: a desk, my laptop, a wardrobe, a sink, my bed, and an overflowing book shelf. Lisa would describe my room as a pigsty, being the clean nut she is but my room was as normal as every other teenagers.
"Hello?" I flopped onto my bed, with my phone pressed tightly to my ear. It was Kate.
"How long are you grounded for?" she asked, and I heard the soft rustling of the radio over the phone. she must be in her car.
I shrugged, then notcied the couldn't see me.
"A week... which isn't so bad. I need to catch up on my studies anyway. I haven't even done anything for that project yet. Which is insanely worrying seeing as how I'm way behind work" I babbled, cursing in my head at my laziness. I promised myself this year that I would stay ahead, I mean, I heard the rumours. Senior year sounded tough.
"dude, no-one has"
"Justin has" I mumbled into the speaker, playing with the hem of my shirt.
There was silence on the other end then a loud thud.
"Kate?" I asked, worried.
"Oh I just took my bag and dropped it on the floor, you know, to make effect? That guy never does his homework, it's a wonder he's passing"
"You're crazy" I giggled.
"I get that a lot" I could tell she was grinning. I looked at my desk which was piled with folders and papers, with a grimace I said bye to Kate ignoring her protests and ended the call.
Opening my History folder, I took out the Jack the ripper sheet Mr. Jenkins and turned my laptop on. I searched on Wikipedia for basic information and scribbled little notes on a spare piece of paper.
A case study of his victims popped up on a separate tab, and I clicked on it. I took each of their names down, and the details of their -horrifying- deaths. Slit throats, hollow skin, mutated faces and organs removes.
I felt the need to vomit, the room was closing in around me, sweat beads lining my forehead. The mouse hovered Elizabeth Stride for a moment, before my breathing came in shallow gasps. Running to the sink, I twisted the faucet to a cold and splashed water over my face.
My face looked panic stricken, and my hair was lank as it hung lose. It wasn't the reflection in the mirror that scared me, It was Elizabeth Stride.
She looked so familiar.
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Ripper | A Justin Bieber Fanfiction
Fanfiction"You can't run from yourself" // Thrust into a world of running, hiding and fear, Madison Gray and her unlikely partner, Justin Bieber unravel the secrets of her past in a race against her fate. (Justin is NOT famous in this story)
