The beginning was when Meg Miller poured her carton of our schools spoiled milk all over my head. I remember it all so clearly. The sneering faces the triumph in her eyes.
It all started like this.
1 day earlier
I looked down at the knife in my lap. I quietly picked it up.
The jocks had decided since I was small to have me stuck in a basketball hoop for 5th and 6th period.
I wasn't crying. All my tears had been used up years ago.
I had been bullied my whole life. Since my parents were in a ferry accident and since I was stuck with my whore of an aunt. Sheleft me to fend for myself but had given me a few good words.
When they want to push you down, come back up with a bloody face full of vengeance.
The meaner they are to you, the less tears you should cry.
I still think of those words she told me the first day I came home crying due to the mean kids at school.
I looked over at my mirror. I saw a small pale girl with black hair and blue eyes. I guess you could call me pretty but my eyes were hollow and no emotion which I had learned very quickly to hide.
I suddenly heard a tap at my window. There was a person in a mask. The mask looked a lot like a guitar and was blue and black.
I gasped.
The person put a finger to their lips.
They slid open the window, which I could have sworn I had locked a few minutes earlier, and placed a note on the ledge.
I slowly walked over the ledge and picked it up. I looked back up to the window. The person was gone and the window was open.
I quickly shut it and closed the curtain.
I wondered what was in the letter. Was I next in line for a serial killer. Was I going to be kidnapped soon. Was this some kind of sick joke that Meg and the jocks were playing on me.
Only one way to find out a small voice in my head said.
I unfolded the letter.
I was a dark purple and the writing was in red. I t gave me the chills yet I felt that it described me perfectly.
It read.
Dear Raven Melania,
We have seen how you have been treated. We have seen how you react. And we see something special in you.
We are the masked and I do hope that our messenger didn't give to much of a fright.
People and the government cant know of our existence.
Now back on what we are. The Masked is a organization for the depressed, bullied, left out, outcast, alone people who need friends. But also these people have something special with them. There are more than just humans in the world, but part of you has known that for a while even if you don't want to admit it. We train you to use the powers you posses, get revenge on the people who wronged you and we also give you a chance to meet people like yourself and make friends. To not be an outcast.
Now if you do wish to join us there are a couple of things you have to do first. First is to fake your death,(We will help you with it) if they think your dead it will be better to make them not go looking because due to the law they must look. And second don't tell anyone of us.
To find us go into the Café de Books. Hand your letter to a employee with a black pin of a mask. To make sure they are to be trusted say hearts are never meant to bu they are, and they should reply with shattered.
You must go in within 24 hours. The current time is 7:49 January 10th 2014.
We hope to see you soon.
Sincerely,
The Masked
P.S We trashed Megs new Lamborghini for you. She deserved by the way she been treating you.
I stared at the paper in shock. I couldn't believe it. I was offered a way out.
Part of me felt like this is a sick joke Meg and the jocks are playing.
Then an idea popped into my head. Meg wouldn't let anyone touch her car. If it was really trashed then I knew it was real.
It could be a serial killer! A small voice in my head said.
I was willing to take the risk. I wanted out. I was tired of the abuse I was getting.
I put the letter in a safe spot in my drawer.
*The Morning.*
I walked a faster than I usually did to school. When I got there I saw a sight that put a smile on my face.
Megs Lamborghini was destroyed. The head lights were falling, the windows were crashed in.
On the front was a mask. As I got closer I saw it was the same mask from last night.
A small smiled played upon my lips. I couldn't express the joy I was feeling. I was getting away from these people and the bullying the cruel snide remarks.
I was getting away.
"Thinks its funny don't you." I heard a voice say, "I bet you were the one who did this!"
I knew that high pitched voice. I was Megs.
"I don't know what your talking about." I said, "I'm just a little loser."
Fury covered her face. I knew I was going to get it later. But the little known fact that guaranteed that I was going to get away from these people gave me a new boost of confidence.
I walked away from her to my first class. I could feel her glaring daggers into the back of my head.
*Lunch Time*
I dreaded lunch time more than any other class. It was the only time I saw Meg and the jocks at the same time.
My sudden boost of confidence lasted till I was out of Megs eyesight.
I now felt like the lonely loser I was called. My heart was pounding, my head clammy. The noise was overwhelming. As I walked in I was quiet and quickly made my way to my usual corner.
Half of lunch had passed and no one come to mess with me. I knew I was to good to be true.
Suddenly I heard snickers behind.
I turned around just in time for my head to be covered in milk. It smelled horrible like rotten eggs and overdue cheese.
It took a second for me to realize that Meg had just poured spoiled milk all over my head.
I lost it.
I stood up and punched Meg straight in the face. I stormed out of the lunch. I left all my stuff. I wasn't going to need it. The letter was in my back pocket.
I was suddenly happy that I was wearing a jacket. It protected the letter.
I exited the school. I looked up were Café de Books was last night.
As I walked I thought of scenarios that could happen.
1. This could be the real deal
2. It could be a weird bizarre joke
3.I could be going to be killed by a serial killer
4.I could be going to kill by just murder (to be a serial kill you have to kill three people)
I was praying that number 1 was the answer. But I knew my chances were slim 25% chance slim.
I suddenly saw the café come into view.
*Now*
I looked at small building.
It was small compared to the ones on both sides and behind.
It looked bright. With the name of it in big blue letters.
When I entered I suddenly realized that I was covered in spoiled milk. But at the moment I didn't care. I was tired from the walking and from the bullying I wanted it to end.
I looked over the employees. I saw 3 of them that had no pin. I saw 4 of them that had a black pin of a mask.
I walked over to the boy who was closet to me. He had dirty brown hair and brown eyes. He looked pretty ordinary. But I knew that he wasn't ordinary when I saw he scars under his sleeves.
I pulled out my letter and said "Hearts are never meant to be but they are,"
"Shattered." he said replying and taking the letter.
It took him a minute to read it, while I stood their impatiently the sooner I'm gone the better.
I then suddenly remembered the part of the letter that talked about getting revenge. I suddenly then felt a happieness. I was not only going to get away from them I was going to get revenge.
"Ok raven." he said "I'm Jeremy, come with me."
He walked to the back of the store and I quietly followed behind.
