CHAINS OF OUR BLOOD

The Promising Dark Cloud on a Stifling Sunny Day

Fake a frown, you hurt others

Fake a smile, you hurt yourself

This is going to be a hellish day!

I walked in the hallway smiling to everyone I passed by. Mentally screaming to hide before I kill everyone in sight. But feeling a twisted satisfaction in picturing everyone lying in a pool of their own blood.

"Faith, there you are. I was beginning to think you'll be skipping school today. I mean, you're 10 minutes, late darling."

There she was walking towards me. Meredith Cole, just the person I love to see. See dead. With her pretty blondie head scalped off. Her tongue cut and tied around her neck. And that stupid vapid mouth sewn shut.

"Silly, then who would keep you on you toes?"

That mental picture of her makes it easier for me to smile to her as I twirled and executed with perfect asinine movements our daily ritual. Appraising each other's ootd. Saying in a sickly sweet singsong manner

"We have it all, beauty and brain, money and fame, let them mere mortals kneel..."

Meredith's eyes scrutinized me, as she stood by the doorway.

"Faith, is that eye bags I see? What did you do last night dearie?"

I mentally scoffed, I know I looked perfect, I was always perfect and that would always irk Meredith, but I pretended to be horrified. Just so, to tick her off more.

"Oh my, is it horrible Mer? This is unacceptable!"

I heard a chuckle behind Meredith, she raised her well-shaped brows. Lord be kind to anyone mocking me who isn't her. She turned, no, pirouetted like a professional ballerina she so admired and glared at the person behind her. And gasped! I was instantly curious, even I can't get that reaction from her. Lo and behold, sitting in her "chair" was a new girl, a very goth new girl. Wearing a sardonic smile, and very oblivious to the horrified stares all around her. Everyone knows that we sit in the exact same places in every class, but clearly this girl doesn't.

"Why are you sitting there, hon?"

Meredith was using her plastic sweetness, hmmm, oh! Miss Minchin was already on her table, this going to be good!

"Because, it's a chair?"

Oh! Screw good, this is going to be great! I was so amused, time to play.

"I sit there hon, right Miss Minchin?"

"Well, Meredith, she gave me this." Miss Minchin said handing her a piece of paper.

"Mer, what is it?"

"She has the same impairment as Roark and need to sit in front."

"Oh! But Miss, we can't sit apart. So, maybe Chass will be so kind to let the new girl sit on her chair instead?" I said just to enrage her more.

Chass was the girl on my left, I was always left to Meredith and that makes the queen of pettiness serene, but I know Miss Minchin...

"Hmmm, I do believe that children learn best when comfortable. So I will have to ask Chass fir..."

"No problem Miss"

Chass knew better than anyone to not cross us. I counted on it. She moved without further prompting, even showing a smile, that I know for sure was forced, to assure our ever loving teacher. If I wasn't too much, well, me. I would like her fairness myself. As it was, she was the only person aside from Roark I don't envision covered in the glory mess of their own blood.

"Now, it's a good thing that Chass is okay with moving to a new chair. But, as Monica is new I will not force her to move from her chair right now. So you shall sit on Chass's vacated chair."

I said she was fair right? Hah! I counted on that! I sat down, smiling at Meredith. I don't even have to imagine pulling her eyes out this time.

At least we're sitting together right, Mer?

She sat down and took a calming breath, which I'm sure took a very great amount of her self-control, and smiled serenely. And the sweet harpy is back!

I take it back, this is going to be a heavenly one.

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That witch! She planned this. She planned this. SHE PLANNED THIS. I don't know how if she paid this little goth to transfer schools and stand up to me. God knows she has the money, resources and the deviousness to pull it off. I want to slap her so hard to wipe that self-satisfied smile on her perfect face. I can't believe I'm now sitting on her left. I made sure to put her on my left from that moment I knew I couldn't coerce her into submission.

She doesn't think any coercion of hers was a form of bullying. She's just trying to guide those hapless lost souls into their place. That is below her. She is Meredith Cole. She will not stand for this. Wait until this class is over and she'll show that Wednesday wanna-be who she is. She won't let another Faith exist in this school.

She smiled, serene at last with a plot for a sweet confrontation. 

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I surreptitiously glanced at Meredith and my, oh, my! If it wasn't too fun playing mind games with her I would gloat and let the game conclude right there and then. But held my tongue, and just continued smiling.

"Now, because we have a new addition to our class. We shall regroup, and this time I will be the one to group you, since we now have an even number, I've decided to group you by pair." Miss Minchin announced.

Hmmm, I admit. It would be nice to do a project without having the members trying to sabotage it every step of the way. Since Meredith and I were always the pair, I think I could count on Miss Minchin's way of "making those girl more independent of each other", to break us apart. If only she knew. 

"I shall post the pairings on the bulletin board by noon..."

And the bell rang... I saw Meredith narrow her eyes at Monica, yeah I am not like Meredith who refuses to remember names of people. I remember everyone's name, even everyone's locker number. I got that creepy thing called photographic memory. Monica Stone. You are in for a show. I hope I'm right about you.

I looked at Monica and she winked at me. Wow! That was the first person who winked at me that I didn't think of murdering. This is getting more interesting.

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I'm editing the old chapters because I'd just like everything to be uniform, and I didn't know better when I started writing, stories were just in my mind you see, I have never put them into paper or words.