TWOA Chapter by ♪Kinnixk ♫
Sorry that it's a little short. Enjoy~ :)
“Dude, I’m in love with Maddie,” Tyler puts his hand over his head and falls over in a dead faint. I laugh out loud, “Yeah, and I’m Ke$ha. Get your dramatic a*s off the ground.”
“I am seriously reconsidering my affection of the sexes,” he stands up and runs a hand through his blonde hair. “I mean, have you ever seen a girl that beautiful and stunning?”
“No,” I admit. “But I don’t think we should get comfortable with Maddie. She kind of gave me the creeps yesterday.”
Tyler stares at me oddly, “You’re weird,” he finally says. “Oh look; there she is.” He starts waving his hand around like a maniac. “Hey Maddie! Come over here!”
She ignores him and opens her yellow locker and starts shoving books in. At the forth call for her, she looks up and stares at us. She rolls her eyes. She slams her locker door shut and walks off in the opposite direction.
“Maddie! Hello? Over here!” Tyler keeps yelling after her.
“Ty, I’m right behind you,” a voice said softly. We turn around; well, I turned around while Tyler had a ‘heart attack’, the drama king. I swear, I was going to haul his a*s into Drama class if I have to.
“But we just saw you go that way.” I protest.
“What are you talking-? Oh,” she grins and laughs. “You were trying to get my sister’s attention.”
“Your sister-?” we glance back and forth between them. They were identical in every which way; even their clothes matched. The difference was that Maddie wore her blonde hair up in a ponytail.
“Didn’t I tell you that I have a twin yesterday?” she sounded confused.
“No,” I slowly replied.
“Whoops. Guess it slipped my mind.”
“What’s your sister’s name?” Ty asks.
“Mary-Lynn,” Maddie bites her lip. “The reason she wasn’t here yesterday was because she was just being checked out at a mental hospital.”
We boys stare at her weirdly.
“What? You guys have never been in a mental hospital before? And people call me weird.” She mutters. “I’ll see you at lunch.” She turns and walks off.
I absentmindedly stroke the knife that had killed Chelsea. The blood had been washed away and it was gleaming silver, as if saying it was ready for my next task. I pull my hand back out of my purse and glance at the shiny knife. It reflected in the mirror in the empty restroom. I bring my hand and slide it across the dagger’s blade and my finger begins to bleed. I shiver at the sight of it. The door opens and I stick the knife back into my purse and pretend to check myself out in the mirror like I’ve been doing it the entire time. Two girls come in; one in those stripper heels that made her a foot taller than normal; she was a brunette, although there were dark shadows under her eyes and she had that glazed look. The other was a lot shorter and she pulled down her small shirt down lower so she could flaunt her assets for the guys outside. My hand automatically flinches for the knife I just hid. I despised girls who thought they had to show everything to men and called it work. I was nice to them as long as they were nice to me. But they honestly don’t listen when I tell them to stay away. They enjoyed making us crumble so I had to kill to get them to stop.
“Hey, move,” the shorter one pushes me away from the mirror and poses in front of the mirror. I clench a fist and push her back.
“Just who the hell do you think you are?” I growl.
“Oh, you ARE a girl. My bad; I thought you were a guy before you said something,” she gives me a nasty look as her false voice echoes throughout my head. I take my hand out of my purse. I couldn’t kill her now that her ‘friend’ was in here watching silently.
“Oh, you ARE a s**t,” I imitate her high voice, “My bad; go ahead and look at that doll face of yours. I hope the glass doesn’t shatter on sight,” I sneer.
She turns to me slowly, her perfect teeth locked, “What did you say?”
“You heard me,” I reply just as mean. “Don’t run into me again. I’ve warned you.”
She laughs, “And you think you scare me?”
“I should,” I said darkly and marched past them.
“You shouldn’t tick people off, Alana.” The brunette says behind me.
“Well, then they shouldn’t tell me off.” She spits with attitude, “And you’re not taking enough drugs yet. You’re not glowing at all.”
The tall brunette girl takes a step back and I could sympathize with her hurt. “Oh, okay.” She mumbles. I clench my fist again and I think to myself, Watch out Alana. You’re next.
© 2012 ♪Kinnixk ♫
Added on May 4, 2012
Last Updated on June 15, 2012
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