"STELLA" I hear for the fifth time In a row, I tuck my curly long brown hair behind my ears and press down on the slice I just dented into my forehead. I squeeze my eyes shut, reacting to the slight sting above my left eyebrow. I swipe my finger all the way down to my chin and then release it from my face, I hold it to my mouth and let my tongue lick it off my middle finger. I feel the slight metallic taste on the tip and sides of my tongue, letting it sit in my mouth for a while before fully swallowing it. I guess you could say I have a fetish for blood.
I walk to the mirror looking at the paper thin reflection that determined whether I was good enough for society or not. my long curls cascade down my back. My freckles were prominent from the lack of makeup that masked my face. There was a swelling lump above my eyebrow due to the sensitivity of my forehead. The cut had already healed over but not fully.
I pick out a basic out fit, a pair of ripped denim jeans and a white tee shirt that I could tie off to the side, nothing special, not for my first day anyway. thats right new school for my senior year how lucky.
Hemlock grove, the good ole Pennsylvania type village, full of supernatural freaks hiding them self thinking that nobody knows what they are. well I'm not stupid anyway. I myself am one upir and shaman, what a combo right , well I'm the outcome of my parents experiment, not as great as they hoped.
well if your were wondering, no I'm not the lucky 'got it the first try type' either. yep I have three brothers and two sisters, not living. but this is the crazy part where my shaman kicks in, I know my siblings very well I visit them in the "realm of the dead" I know, I didn't name but its way too cliche. I mean I visit them because they're benevolent I mean I can not deal with those malevolent suckers.
I feel the thumps of the floorboard liberate through my feet "shit" I mumble quickly. reaching for the door knob it turns with no force, now I'm a shaman not a Jedi. I am greeted to a raging mother (whom I hate, may I add) "Stella, for fucks sake, you'll be late" I here her growl "morning mother, love you too, byeeee" I say as I walk down the hallway hearing her rush behind me "stella, I am dead seri-" I cut my mother off with my smart remark "oh mother, I do not have time for this I'm afraid I'll be late" I sass while reaching for my bag that lay next to the door "keys?" I question as i turn to my mother "st-" "oh thats right in the front pocket" I cut her off again. she scowls at me "you think you smart girl" Is all i manage catch from her mouth before I slam the door shut.
"crikey" I mumble as I turn the ignition to my drum roll please...
ej holden with a spanken new grey paint job, all proceeds donated from my savings account.
I roll the windows down and then set on my journey to hemlock grove high school.
I make my way through the carpark finally finding an empty space, I pull up next to a jaguar XK150 "wankers" I speak to myself. I reach down to the floor looking for a pair of sneakers (I always leave a pair under the seat for when I'm in a hurry, unintentionally), I grab hold of shoe laces and pull out my white low cut converse "good enough" I mumble as I slip them onto my feet.
I grab my bag and then walk through the front garden of the school, the place was full of fakes. a bunch of girls their g-bangs hanging out the top of their skirts and guys that haven't shaved for month on end are catcalling them. I reach the entrance to the six storey high school. "admin, admin, admin" I repeat to myself while reading the signs of the direction on the wall "its that way" I hear a robotic female voice from behind me. I turn to face who ever it was pulling a shitty joke looking down, cause you know I'm a reasonably tall girl, nope never mind.
I look up to the being that towers a meter over my head "howdy" I speak feeling incredibly intimidated. "hi I'm Shelley" she manages to type into her phone "well, I'm Stella" I reply back holding my hand up to greet her, she accepts my offer and then turns to lead me to the admin.
