Slash and Kill

The New Girl

I have always had been fascinated with tales of horrible death. Works of mastermind serial killers. How they worked, successful to claim another victim. The thought process of those with the fascination of others suffering and torment. Perhaps this is the very fascination that led to my very doom.

I'm here to tell you a story. One that I recall very well. One with many turns and mysteries and riddles, something to rattle your mind around. A tale of horror, blood, and gore. This is the story of SLASHE.

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"EVIE! Myra!" I heard my mother summon my twin sister and I down. "Your going to be late for school!"
My identical twin sister, Myra, and I both shared a bedroom. It was fairly large and one side had her bed, one with mine. Each of us had nightstands, desks, and there was one television set in the middle held up on a drawer.

I looked at the alarm clock we shared. And of course it was unplugged. Just our luck. I pulled out my phone to check the time. It was 6:50 We had exactly ten minutes before the bus arrived.

"Of course." Myra sighed. "Let's hurry?"

Myra and I may have both been 15 year old identical twins, but our personalities were completely different. Neither were bad, just ....different. I was a kind of weird person. I had short uneven emerald green hair, wore dark shirts and black skinny jeans, maybe a velvet skirt here and there, and absolutely adored horror. Myra on the other hand wore a sort of pastel brand of clothes, sometimes with a wool cover or poncho type wrap. She had glasses where I had contacts, and her hair was long and the natural shade of brown. But still, we loved each other and were best friends.

Ten minutes later, the two of us were both ready, and waiting for the bus at the end of our driveway.

"Ugh." I let out a sigh. "Mondays are the worse."
"Dude... it's Friday." Myra corrected.

"Wait..." I thought, pausing only for a moment to ponder this newfound information. "It is?"

"Yeah..." Myra continued. "Anyway, hopefully Mom won't be too mad at us for being a bit late when we get home."

"Angry mom is scary." I said. "I would rather be locked in a room with a Dalek than an angry mom."

We made small talk for a minute, and then boarded the bus when it arrived. We sat down in the same seat but didn't talk. See both Myra and I love being able to listen to music while were on the bus so we have time to contemplate life. While I jammed out to Pierce the Veil, Myra most likely listened to The Cab.

We arrived at school, and since our bus gets there generally early, we met up with our mutual friends and chatted in the commons area. When we walked in, I caught eye of Charlotte Harper and Rory Tyler.

"Hey!" Myra gestured to them.

"Whats up?" Rory greeted.

"Hey Boo." I said to Charlotte. My very, very awesome best friend (Aside from Myra)

"Hey!" Charlotte greeted. "Whats up?"

"Ok." Rory started to whisper-speak. "So guess what I heard, supposedly John and Mary finally hooked up."

Straight to the tea, typical Rory.

"Dude." I raised my eyebrows. "I swear, those two are meant to be. Like OTP much? Honestly I thought It would of already happened!"
The bell rang soon after our gossiping of the new couple, and Myra and I headed to home room. We, of course, had the same homeroom since they are arranged by last name and grade, being twins, there wasn't any possible way we wouldn't be sorted into the same one.