Hearts and Daggers

Prologue part 1

 AN: AGAIN THIS IS MY STORY AND NO ONE ELSE’S. I’VE PROVED IT TIME AND TIME AGAIN AND NOW I FEEL THE NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF ON HERE BECAUSE OF EVERYTHING THAT HAS HAPPENED. AGAIN ANY QUESTIONS, JUST PM ME AND I WILL ANSWER TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITIES.

 The main character’s name is Katarzyna (Cat-are-zin-uh), it’s the Polish form of Katrina.

 DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Halloween series in anyway =(. But I DO own the OCs in my story.

 Prologue part 1

 Italics- Flashbacks

Bold -Underlined- Michael’s writing

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 We were best friends growing up, despite being 3 years apart. They used to joke that we were sweethearts and while he could easily ignore them, I would get embarrassed, which would lead to anger…

 It had been my first day of school when we met. Instead of kindergarten, I was skipped ahead two grades due to my unusually high test scores, something practically unheard of at the time for our town. When a group of third graders came up to me, I knew it wouldn’t be good; my whole life was a perfect joke to them. My name is Katarzyna which was so uncommon that other kids teased me throughout my childhood. It only added insult to injury that my mom skipped town when I was two, my dad was a neglectful, shut-in, drunk, I was five yet had the mindset that possibly exceeded middle school, and I was tall enough to fit in with the older kids that would soon be my classmates. My appearance didn’t help either; I have heterochromia which means I have two different colored eyes: one blue and the other green.

All this wrapped together, made my family one of the favored topics of gossip; his family being at the top of the list in juicy rumors. I would hear people talk about them all the time: the mom and boyfriend screaming at each other, the two eldest kids always fighting, the daughter’s promiscuous behavior, the mother’s job as a stripper, and the son being “deeply disturbed.”

“Look who it is!” one kid said as everyone began to surround me, making me press into the tree behind me.

“it’s Katana, the second Haddonfield freak,” another sneered while one girl began to twirl a piece of my chocolate brown hair with her finger. I held my books closer to my chest and tried not to look intimidated.

“It’s Katarzyna and I’m going to be late,” I tried to push my way through, only to have someone shove me back into the tree. One buy got close to my face and scoffed.

“You look like the spawn of Frankenstein with those eyes of yours,” I could feel tears of anger rimming my eyes and I thought up a smart comment about how he even knew who Frankenstein was. But before I could speak, everyone laughed, loudly.

“Aw, we’re making her cry, guys!” the boy slammed the books out of my hands and they began to close in on me. Just as one boy grabbed my shoulder, a rock suddenly flew towards us and hit him in the leg. Everyone turned as the boy cried out and released me. I looked over and saw another boy a few feet away, glaring at the kid that was holding his leg in pain. From where I stood, the only thing I could make out was his shoulder-length blonde hair.

“It’s the Myers kid!” someone yelled.

“Get him!” I watched the blonde haired boy run down the street as the group chased after him. Myers; I knew that name, that family lived down the street from me, the center of Haddonfield gossip, the son being known as the first Haddonfield freak.