This is just an idea that popped into my head. There is a sister story being wrote by FreshestChubi, so you may want to have a peek at that as we're going to add a few twists along the way and try to bounce off each other.
Disclaimer: Not my marionettes, I just like to pull the strings.
Prologue
We're all human, right?
I mean, we all have stuff we hate in life; some people don't like Edna, most people don't like her food, Johnny doesn't like anyone who comes within a mile of his queen. Me? I didn't like Pinky Gauthier; Pinky Gauthier didn't like me. If Johnny didn't like Derby, I had a hatred for the rich kid's cousin/girlfriend so passionate I could give a six hour speech on it. So what kind of moron thought putting us in detention together would help? The line-writing I could handle, the monotony I could take, but this was too much- it was cruel, torture of Edgar Allan Poe proportions. Really, did I deserve this? Mandy had started it, and it wasn't like I'd damaged her or anything. Well, not long term, anyway.
Boredom thudding through my veins, I glanced over at the rich girl and rolled my eyes- the idiot was sat stone still, glaring at the paper with such disdain I half-expected to burst into flames.
"Just pick the pen up," I ordered, my own flowery handwriting blossoming over the page, the same words over and over: Baking powder should not be used as a weapon."No one's going to do it for you,"
"Go away," she replied, an icy tone cutting the air. "Don't you have any friends to annoy, tramp?" Almost insulted by the lack of effort she'd put into insulting me- something creative might have killed the boredom a bit), I put my pen down, setting my face in a vicious expression, my eyes narrowed just as much as was possible without giving myself wrinkles.
"Shut your trap, princess," I spat. Whatever reputation I'd been painted with, she was just as bad. Worse than me, perhaps, because I'd never promised Johnny that I'd be faithful- love is complicated, after all- much less that I'd marry him.
"Only if you shut your legs," Now, maybe I should have left it. Thinking rationally, I would have kept calm, sat down and thought of a prank for when we got back to the dorms...but, since annoyance was oozing into me so that I was alert and open to every little offense, I felt myself straighten as my heels clicked against the floor. Smiling, I fixed my eyes on hers, the insult dancing on my tongue like sherbert.
"Your friends didn't mind,"
Within a second, two manicured hands clamped my throat.