The Evil Thing

Chapter 3- The Pumpkin Queen

THE EVIL THING

CHAPTER 3- THE PUMPKIN QUEEN

NOTHING IMPROVED FOR Cassie the next day.

Today was the day that they would announce who the Pumpkin Queen was.

Cassie had asked what a Pumpkin Queen was, and all she got were looks of pure disgust.

Truthfully, Cassie did not know what it was. Maybe it was like a Homecoming Queen or a Prom Queen. She wasn't sure, but was pretty certain that the Pumpkin Queen would not wear a pumpkin on her head.

Cassie sat in the back of the class in English, but Jake sat behind her and she felt a bit insecure about it.

"Hey, Cassie," he whispered as Miss Collins closed the door, "so when are you going to help me?"

Cassie froze as Miss Collins glanced back at her.

Miss Collins was a woman who looked about forty or so, and she was single. Cassie had overheard that she had an abundance of cats in her house.

Her hair was a dull brown and she wore it in a tight bun on the top of her head. She had cold blue eyes and she had this look that Cassie was not too fond of.

Whenever she was looking at you in a way that made you expect laser eyes to shoot out of her eyes at any given moment.

"Ms. Brower," she called, sternly, "are you paying attention?"

"Yes, ma'am, I am."

They had not even started class yet, but the teacher was already telling at her. She was used to this.

"Good. Now today, class," she exclaimed as her feet carried her to the white board, "we are going to be discussing point of view."

Cassie rolled her eyes; point of view was probably one of the most easiest thing ever in literature.

She pulled out her sketch book and began to draw, not paying attention for the rest of the period.

•••

When Cassie stormed into her house that afternoon, she was greeted with the sight of Dylan eating a pop-tart. Her pop-tart.

A feeling of annoyance washed through her. Cassie smirked and then let her bag drop to the floor silently.

"One two, Freddie's coming for you," she began, "three four, better shut your door...."

Before she could continue, her brother let out a scream that could be heard all the way in Ethiopia.

"AHHHHHH!"

Cassie laughed out loud, and she cackled in pure joy as she trotted back into the kitchen.

Opening up her bag, she realized that at school tomorrow, the Pumpkin Queen would be announced.

She knew that it would be Alena. It was always the pretty and snobby girls who won, and everybody knew that.

•••

It was at lunch time that day when the intercom rang.

BEEP BOP BEEP!

She let out an exhausted sigh; she was ready to be made fun of once more.

"Attention- this years Pumpkin Queen is.... Alena Anderson!"

Cheers ran through the cafeteria, and Alena had a look of snottiness on her caked face.

Without any comment (at least out loud), Cassie headed to the lunch line.

"What's the big deal about being Pumpkin Queen anyways?" she asked the lunch lady.

"The Pumpkin Queen is just like a prom or homecoming queen- there is elections, and to me it's rigged. Well that might just be because I was a nominee for Pumpkin Queen when I was a sophomore, but of course, Brittany Wilson won."

"Brittany Wilson?"

"She'd be Alena Anderson's mother."

"Ah," Cassie began in a sarcastic voice, "being a cake-faced girl with make-up runs in the family."

"It seems so," she said as she took her tray.

The lunch lady piled a glop of crap on her tray.

Tray in hand, Cassie went to a table and sat alone.

As she walked to the table, Alena Anderson walked into her and spilled her spaghetti all over her shirt.

Cassie was going to get revenge on her.