Don't Fear The Reaper

Chapter 1

"Violet Nightingale." The teacher called out the name with a certain sharpness in her voice. A girl with long black hair, a grey jacket, and a pair of black high tops slowly rose from her chair. Making her way to the front of the class. On her way up, she could feel the cold stares of everyone in the room. Literally. She could feel their very emotion; hear their souls and thoughts.

"Loser." Someone coughed, breaking the dead silence. A quiet laugh broke across the room. Violet walked to her teacher, Mrs Notallé's, desk. Mrs Notallé waved Violet closer to her with her finger. Leaning down, she blinked.

"Please, pay attention in class, Miss Nightingale."

"Alright.." She replied. Walking back to her desk, she could hear the thoughts of a girl on her row.

"What a loser. Why is she even here?"

This didn't hurt Violet a bit. For she knew this girl's fate. Meaning, she knew how she would die. It was kind of her job to know, and lead those like her to the 'other side'. A car crash, was this unlucky one's fate. She would take a blow to the head from the air bag; the crash caused by a drunk driver. Violet sat back in her desk.

"Now, class, your assignment for tonight is to read the first four chapters of Hamlet. Then I would like you to right an essay about what you thought of the chapters. This will be turned in as a test grade tomorrow." Mrs Notallé told them just as the bell rang.

Everyone began filing out of the room, and out into the crowded halls of the highschool. Chaos. Everyone was grouped up. The peppy, preppy cheer squad on the left of the hall; football players and other athletes to the right. And right in the middle? Well, that was where everyone else was. The nerds and other social outcasts of the school. Including Violet. But Violet wasn't even accepted by the other outcasts; they feared her along with everyone else in the school. To them, she was a satanic, cannibalistic, witch craft practicing goth girl. No friends. No parents. No one even knew where she lived. Everyone saw her as quite the mystery. Violet walked, her head down some, making her way to her locker. She got to her locker when someone threw a paper ball at her head. She didn't flinch. She knew exactly who it was. Dylan Markson, the captain of the football and basketball teams. "Alcohol poisoning. Drinking too much at a party." Violet murmured Dylan's fate under her breath. She sighed and put her books in her locker; time to go 'home'.