High School Horrors

Chapter 1

She glared, one eyed, at the alarm clock. It buzzed loudly, the red glowing letters telling her it was 7:30am. She groaned and pulled her pillow over her head and closed it about her ears. Something soft hit her in the back. She grumbled something incoherent. She was hit again.

"WHAT!?" She tore the pillow off her head and leant on her elbows to glare at the boy sitting on her bed.

"You know that buzzing sound?" she glared at him, "Well that means you have to get up now," He grinned and waggled his pillow at her. She knew she should have requested a door with a lock, especially sharing a apartment with him. With another groan, she rolled her eyes heavenward and collapsed back onto the bed. The boy sighed and hit her over the head with his pillow. In one swift action, the girl was out of bed and ramming the pillow and the boys head into her bed.

"Ow! OwowowowowowowowOW!!" She grimaced and removed the pillow and threw it through her open door, into his room. He smiled sheepishly at her.

"Oh you're such a morning person Katie," The glare she gave sent him scampering back into his room and closing the adjoining door very quietly. Shaking her head, Katie moved to the bathroom, showered, cleaned her teeth, brushed her hair, and strolled back into the bedroom. After pulling on the black short skirt over the white tights and doing up the sleeveless white shirt she looked at herself in the mirror critically. Her long blonde hair swept around her shoulders and she sighed as she pulled it up into a pony tail, braided it and then secured it in place with grips and a black ribbon.

"Diago! Are you ready yet? It's nearly half eight!" The adjoining door opened and Katie smiled as Diago stood in the doorway in his uniform. He wasn't used to wearing one and looked decidedly uncomfortable. He had added a few things to make the uniform more him. Katie had wondered why he only wanted short sleeved white shirts. It was to go over the top of his selection of long sleeved tops he had bought with him. This particular one was black. The black and red tie wasn't part of the uniform either. But their mother had said the rules about uniform was lax and students usually managed to stay within the basics (Black skirt/trousers, white shirt) yet still make it their own style. He chucked something at her as he leaned in the doorway. She caught it deftly.

"It's a little something I bought for you before we left," Katie looked at the black tie and black long sleeves in her hands.

"Oh Diago! I love them!!" she jumped onto him and hugged him tightly. He may be her brother, but he was the best friend she could ever have.

"Oh but I haven't bought you anything," she said guiltily. He waved a hand airily.

"Doesn't matter. You don't have to buy me anything," he flashed her a quick grin as she did up the tie and pulled on the sleeves.

"Shall we go?" she nodded and pushed a few strands of hair from her eyes. She could tell Diago was nervous. He kept running his hand through his long blonde hair, and there was concern in his pale blue eyes. Her own silver grey orbs hid all emotion, at least she hoped so. She couldn't let Diago see she was terrified. She didn't even know what she was meant to be studying. At 18, she thought she didn't need to go back to college, let alone school. Her mother had simply packed them up and drove them to the school, deep in a forest in the middle of nowhere (give or take a few miles), dropped them off, wished them good luck and left in a hurry. They met an older student, of about 21, whose face was a pallid shade of white, who lead them to their apartment. It consisted of two bedrooms, ensuite bathrooms, a kitchen slash dinerette and a tattered sofa with suspicious stains opposite a TV which only broadcasted static. The older student had thrust a map and a timetable, only saying the classroom numbers and buildings, into their hands and rushed off quickly, obviously in some hurry to get somewhere, or get away from somewhere. Katie was already suspicious of this place.