ALLE

Chapter Six

Alle's POV

"Dear Diary,

I'm neither a vampire nor Elena Gilbert. Kathrine Pierce is close. Surprise, surprise! The last time I talked to you was during the 3rd grade after I proclaimed Anne Frank as my superhero. Tbh, it was also the first. And here goes to my last because I'm lazy af. I am currently inside The Spectacle's sacred place—their secret office. And right now I'm going to print the most mind-blowing news that should be itching the school press. *insert evil laugh here*

xoxo,

Alle

I immediately escaped the place spotless of any clues that would consider me as the initial suspect of the crime (although it's quite obvious the spinning bottle would point me provided that I'm his official basher)—I've always thought of myself as Sherlock Holmes, any Angelina Jolie action character, Annalise Keating, or Agent Perry, perhaps I was their distant relative because of my "ninja moves" as people coined the term.

I left the room with papers producing into a pile, then letting it literally spread its wings in almost all parts of the Flixten University, flying from the gates of hell to The Garden of Erin. You're all free! Be free!

Until the Trojan peasant was able to grab a copy of the November issue and so he complains to the editor-in-chief, my mortal enemy—Piper Pipers, as I, Alle Higgins, remains innocent wrapping the guilt with my intestines.

"What's this?!" he slams the tabloid on PP's chest, which is rude for a guy to do to a lady. If he is a guy that's the case, but what if the middle letter is changed to "a"?

"Why are you freaking out so much? It's just a news about the basketball team versus a public univer..." but before she could finish commenting, with a slight scanning of The Spectacles her pouty lips turned into O's, and the same thing goes with her eyes. "OMG, is this true? As an active figure in social media, I should blog this ASAP!"

From the cafeteria, I went to the smoking zone outside the campus where I burned with a lighter I just bought from a sari-sari store the only surviving evidence to the root of the commotion—a one-page diary. Then I felt a hand on my shoulders.

"Goodness! Could you please be more sensitive and considerate next time, Marl?" I pushed him with my left fist, while the right one rests on my heart.

"I think I should be the one telling you that, Alle. So was it you?"

"Well, I am not going to deny that to my beast-friend, am I?" I twirled my Darkilocks typhooned hair—the inner mannerism I so gladly want to do especially when my instincts radar tells me that great things are coming—and by great things I mean the fall of Troy.

"Public shaming has serious impacts to a person, not to mention suicide. Don't you watch 13 Reasons Why for chrissake?!" He is being mean to me today—I can sense it. The last time he acted like this was when I kissed Franco, the boy next door he often watches while working out in the gym a few blocks from his apartment.

I can't believe this human chimney is accommodating me to Bryce when I should have been Hannah Baker since day one. Sometimes, unjust circumstances like that happen.

"Well, it was just a photo right? Not like he really is gay! Who knows, maybe it was just a friendly gesture of holding hands? It could happen-- once in a bloody red eclipse in Jupiter, " I calmed him down. I don't even know if there is a bloody red eclipse in Jupiter.  I guess Marl is pretty sensitive when gender issues are joked provided that his dad almost disowned him when he was caught pleasuring himself with hot male magazines-- he has a library of it below his bed, I also have satisfied myself from a few editions.

I could not see whom Troy was with-- a concerned citizen just emailed it to me last night. Maybe the sender felt like fairness should be served in FH-- also maybe the sender was oppressed by my 7th collection.

Marl finished a mountain of ashes already and I could confirm that he is relieved. Perhaps I could bully Troy in  a different and more creative way, not pertaining to identity crisis because my friend was correct-- the aftershocks could be permanent. I will be engineering a blueprint soon.

"Oh you guys, have you seen?!" Jen Mei came with a late reaction and a sinful paper on her tiny hands with newly-painted nails of rainbow colors. I just shush her so the topic won't be brought up again. I pointed Marl and made actions saying that our buddy is mad because he felt attacked since it is a gender matter by face dance, catwalking and smashing my fist. What I did could mean that it is very legal to burst one's revenge on labeling someone a bisexual. And that act, I humbly agree, is wrong.

Then the intro of "I'm Not a Vampire" from my phone invaded our not-so-conversing conversation. Someone is calling me, it was an unregistered number. I did not answer it of course because it might be one of some Fernis slave trying to abduct me-- it's time to face the consequences of my rotten decisions.

It kept playing and I just let it do so in my pocket while Marl, Jen and I start to do some minor drummings and moves to better jam,

"Well I'm not a vampire
But I feel like one
Sometimes I sleep all day
Because I hate the sunlight
My hands are always shaking
Body's always aching
And the dark is when I feed..."

Jen did some head banging that her two ponytails from the division of her hairline bounces back and forth while Marl pretends to be the lead guitarist doing an electric freestyle. I, on the other hand, screamed a satisfying godly screaaaaaaam! On the Garden of Erin lies the three idiots of varied sexes and even races, celebrating goth in a holy-like venue until...BANG!

A stranger walks like a sly fox hunting a flock of crazy herds while the crazy herds reconciled-- the reconciliation was a distraction to their safety as the stranger revealed a small device from her purse, a ballpen that contained poison hitting each of our elbows that results to our ddep..slpp.

Marl and Jen were piled at the center while I was dragged somewhere else. Could this be the end I was demanding? Do I still want to jump at the edge of the cliff or do I already seek a molecular amount of life? I assumed it was Troy at first but then the stranger's weapon that caused our fun to stop had a logo I am familiar with. Levebreruve....