The Queenwood games

Jemima roasts Izzy

Izzy
Izzy screamed again. Jemima sighed, regarding her with a dead, blank look. Izzy was shook. She wasn't just shook tho. She was shooketh. For the second time I️n two minutes Izzy nearly dropped her tea again, her hands were shaking so bad.

"So your telling me....You never actually... died?"

Jemima looked at her with disgust. "Obviously."

Izzy licked her lips with anxiety. She hasn't forgotten so easily that it was her who had tried to kill Jemima.

"So ahh... what have you been up to?" She  managed in a shaky voice.

Jemima siped her tea again, taking a long time to think. Well while you've been of killing and what not I've been, ah let's say, running the game.

Izzy's eyebrows went up but she didn't say anything. From the corner of the room, Izzy could just make out the sound of soft crying.

"Um if you don't mind me asking-" Jemima made a hand gesture to proceed, "Who's over there?".

"Oh No one important, just Mrs Rock." Jemima grinned evilly. Suddenly a commotion could be heard outside the door, but it seemed Jemima wasn't very worried.

"But ah... no offence, I️ thought you were the dumb blond?"

"Excuse you, but did you ever watch legally blond you uncultured swine. Obviously the Blond white girl can be smart and beautiful." Jemima whipped her hair. Unfortunately the effect was spoiled but the red streaks of dried blood in her hair.

"Ah sorry but you must have missed the last one, cause-", Izzy looked her up and down, "you fugly.".

Jemima held Izzy's eye contact not blinking for a full minute. With every passing second Izzy regretted her choice of words. Jemima suddenly smiled and laughed. Izzy didn't know why but she managed a weak laugh to. 'Why was this bitch laughing?"

"I️ need you to be another pawn of mine..", Jemima said eyes alight with mischievous light, "unfortunately for you pawns need respect for the queens. And low and behold you have none.", Jemima lent close Izzy her smile stretching impossibly far, "and lucky me, you don't need to stay pretty to serve...". Quick las a flash she flicked her wrist emptying the boiling water onto Izzy's arm. Izzy's screams echoed through the school, Jemima was sure it could be heard down at art school.

"Good," she thought out loud, "the second plan in now in motion."

Jo

The smile melted off Jos face, quickly replaced by a snarl.

"Well well well would u look at that? Alex is actually sticking up for herself. Never thought I'd see the day." Although Jo sounded confident she was quite the opposite. She had come unarmed, and Alex still had at least three knifes in her belt.

Alexs eyes narrowed. "Right back at you, never thought I'd ever see you stoop that low, but I️ guess I️ always had my expectations to high for you.".

Jo's eyes widened in disgust. She had to make a plan, and quickly. "Well what would your 'partner' think of Kyle over here."

Alex let out a small gasp. "Even you wouldn't snoop so low...".

"You would be supri-" she was cut off by a distant screaming noise. Her eyes whippied around to meet Alexs. With a nod of silent agreement the two sprinted away from art school, leaving the two F boys in the dust.

Alex
Alexs eyes widened as they found the source of the noise. They had pushed the doors of the drama room open to reveal... A black room. Jo felt around in the dark for a bit before she found the light switch. This time it was her term to scream. Izzy was tied to a school chair in the center of the room. Her face was purple form bruise, a faint cut on her forehead leaking a steady stream of blood into her eye. One of her arms was held in front of her. It was freakishly deformed. The skin has been burned so badly it seemed to form a word. No alex walked forward, grasping onto Izzy's arm, ignoring her crud of pain, words.

"You will serve- XXX J.C"