Masquerade

Part Seven: From smokes, school and mistakes

I just open the door, entering without hesitation.
If I had to guess, twenty-six pairs of eyes stare directly at me.
"Ah, the new student ...",
"Luz Pittsbourgh, I know the procedure, its useless, I take the seat back there",
"Ok".
He sounds surprised, a bit helpless, exactly what I intended, maybe not a good start with the teacher, but it sure left a memory for the other students.

"Well, after Miss Pittsbourgh, seated herself, we can continue with the lesson",
he seem to found back to himself, starting off where he left.
I glance around the room, one person catching my attention,
mint colored hair with a small ponytail.
Amity Blight.
And the girl with the pinkish-red hair has to be Boscha Milani.
So I have History with both of the princesses of the town, great.

The class pass slowly, between civil war and abolishing slavery I have a hard time to stay awake,
I can understand that these are big themes, but explaining each detail and stretching everything out.
It just bores you after some minutes.
As the bell finally rings, I pack my stuff and get as fast out of the room as I can, bumping into some other people, but for now, lets not care.

After history comes math , after math biology.
Until yet it seems like history is todays only subject with one of them, only PE is left,
but first comes a break, lunch.
I walk a bit over the campus of the school, not that big, but spacy.
A problem I have to solve after this day is how I get new smokes, since the motel I hadn't a single one, I feel myself becoming a bit restless, maybe PE can be helpful after all.
Maybe theres a smoking spot around here?

Just after three minutes or so I spot one, five people standing there.
A girl with black hair, wearing a hoodie, a guy with camo pants, white shirt and short hair, a girl with auburn hair, a black boy, bit younger than me and another guy, his nose a bit crooked.
"Dumb question, but has anyone a spare one?", Crooknose offers me one,
"Thanks man".
"You are the new one, aren't you?", the girl with the black hair, I just nod and take a pull,
"Could have guessed", Camo-guy,
"Why?",
"Not much visitor flow in this part of the campus, you know, same place same faces".
I just nod, the rest of the group stands in silence.
With the bell ringing the whole group moves to the entrance.
"Much luck in this city girl", with this from the Camo-guy, the group splits up, everyone heading to their classes.

The locker room is a bit cramped, heated and you can smell the sweat of the last ones on here.
I already spotted the mint colored hair, she changes near me.
A side glance from time to time cant hurt, can it?
She seems a bit pale, a bit skinny, but overall she owns some kind of beauty, the one you just cant get enough of.
I have to concentrate myself to throw on my own sport clothes, damn, I never had this before.
Shake it off god damn.
The lesson just passes like the other ones, nothing special, a bit warming up, running and a recap from the coach while we have to stand in the sun.
Everyone has his clothes stick to their body, just waiting to get the go from the coach so that everyone can leave.
"Was a good lesson, everyone did great, good times, good running you all, now get out of here".
Just now I notice how drained of energy I am, I never really trained, so, yeah.

I just throw on my normal clothes and leave the building, the sun slowly begins to set as I walk home.
Maybe visiting the inner city cant hurt, or?
So instead of going home I take a stroll trough the city, passing some small stores.
Clothes, office supplies, a copy shop, finally a little grocery store.
A high ping echoes trough the store as I enter, behind the counter an elderly man.
"Good day" I lift a hand to greet,
"Good day, what can I do for you?",
"Cigarettes and a lighter, anything to offer?",
"Which brand do you want?".
It goes smoother as I thought it would expected.
"I guess the cheapest one", he puts a pack of an unknown brand on the counter and a plastic lighter,
"This will be six-fifty".
I give him the money, grab the goods and leave with a goodbye, I have to remember this one, no question asked and good service.

Slowly I walk through the streets, just fiver or six houses from home.
Suddenly I hear, a wet thud from one of the alleyways.
Just walk by, don't look what is there, but my curiosity gets the better of me.
I glance around the corner, nothing to see, but someone breathes heavily.
With slow steps I enter, after some steps I spot what made these sounds, heavily beaten up,
and with swollen face a teenager lies there.
"Shit", I turn around, auburn hair, the face, the girl from school stands at the end where a car is parked, another guy besides her wearing a ski mask.
I try to run, but in no time I feel an arm around my neck, I try to scream, to wiggle myself out, but with every seconds my energy for all this decreases, slowly I drift into the dark.

Slowly I awake out of this sticky slumber.
My hands feel numb, as it try to move I notice that they are cuffed.
"What?", it comes out a bit dizzy, I don't even know my surroundings, I try to turn my head,
no Reaction whatsoever.
It is warm, but also a bit wet.
My view clears a bit and I realize with shock where I am.

A grave, a grave in the woods.

"What is going on?" I panick, try to wiggle, but my feet are tied together.
"She is awake I guess",
"Sure, check it".
Someone looks over the edge, the girl from school.
"Yeah definitely, the eyes are open and fucking big, you kinda look cute there girl",
"Just go back to the car, I take over".

The guy from the motel, he squats down at the edge of the hole.
"I never introduced myself, didn't I? How rude, or? But lets go to more important things, like what is going to happen, or?".