"Molly! Molly!" I yelled at the back of my best friends head, dashing between the crowds as I tried to catch up to her.
"Molly!" After dodging the kids with their bulky backpacks I finally caught up with her.
"It's out. The new book, 'Lazarus Rising'. I just got it from the book store. And your Deany-boy is back from hell!" Molly saw the shiny new book in my hand and gave a small squeal. Our absolute adoration for the book series 'Supernatural' is one of the things that really keeps us close. No-one else really knows about the books, you would probably say they have more of an underground cult following, but we don't care. The series was about two brothers, Sam and Dean, who travel across America looking for otherworldly, supernatural creatures. Vampires, werewolves, wendigos, ghosts, you name it, they had come across it. The series had been cut off for while as the publisher had gone bankrupt. But now Carver Edlund was back to having his books published under a new company, and the latest book had just been released. And about time too, as Molly said. She was getting nervous as to whether or not Dean would be coming back. You see, she's Team Dean, and I'm Team Sam. Opposites. Just like everything else about us. She's got short hair; I've got long(ish) hair. I'm the oldest in my family, and she's the youngest. We have pretty much the exact opposite taste in food, and we have definite opposing views on who the hottest guys are. The list goes on and I don't really wanna bore you. So yea, you could kinda say that we are chalk and cheese.
I'm Shinayd by the way, just for future reference. 168 centimetres tall, unruly strawberry blonde hair with light brown regrowth, black glasses that have been broken one too many times, that's me. And to be honest, not on the skinny side. But hey, what can I say? I love my food too much.
"So can I borrow it after you?" Molly asked, still gazing over the cover with awe. There was no point in her buying it, and she knew it. We share practically everything.
"Dude, you know the answer. Do you even have to ask?" I looked at her and laughed as she happily jumped on the spot, looking like a complete idiot, not caring that others around her were staring. And that is just one of the reasons why I am so close with her. We can be ourselves around each other, something that we don't really share with anyone else.
"Oh shut up…bitch" she said with a big grin.
I reply with my customary "Jerk".
We both laugh and head off to the first (and worst, according to Molly) class of the day, History.
All eight people in our class jumped when the high pitched scream rang out through the halls.
"What the hell was that?"Molly blurted out, looking absolutely freaked. She always looked frightened whenever anyone screamed, even in movies. I never fully knew why but I suspected it was because of her mom, who had died when Molly was only a baby.
I ran to the door, with Molly tightly clutching onto my arm behind me. Peering down the dimly lit corridor another scream rang out, and this time I could pinpoint where it was coming from. Other people were coming out of their classes now, curious. As I raced towards the bathroom, which was the location of the now constant cries, a dozen thoughts crowded my mind. I was filled with images of dead bodies and blood everywhere, or of an evil ghost about to kill one of the students. Friggin Supernatural, putting all these ideas in my head. I shook my head clear and grabbed the door. Inside, I could see the source of all the screams. A young girl, probably a freshman, was curled up in the corner of the bathroom, the cries having died down to whimpering and moaning. I felt Molly's grip tighten on me as she let out a gasp. I looked in horror between the girl on the floor and the mirror on the wall. Cracked and broken, it was covered in what looked to be blood. As we walked over to her she stared at us, and just pointed to a stall. Molly's motherly side instantly came out when she saw the state of the girl and she went to comfort her, but I could tell she was barely holding onto it herself. I, on the other hand, was left with the unfortunate task of seeing just what exactly had freaked this chick out so much. Now, I consider myself to be pretty tough when it comes down to it, but I wasn't prepared for what I saw in that stall. One of the cheerleaders was slumped over the toilet, unnaturally still. Her head was ever so slightly bobbing up and down in the cistern. There was blood on the floor as well as red-tinged water dribbling down the sides of the bowl. I fought the urge to retch, steadying myself on the door, and turned back to Molly.
"I'll stay here with her, you go and get help." Molly didn't need anymore encouraging and bolted towards the door. With one last glance towards me and the girl, she ran off.
