Six words: I wish I owned The Ring.
SOUNDS/sounds
Thoughts
Telepathy
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"Have you heard?"
"There's a tape that if you watch it...,"
"...in seven days..."
"...you die."
Symphony Callestro walked the halls of her high school, as a rumour buzzes about two teens killed seven days from watching a tape. She rolled her eyes and opened her locker, collecting the combination. The goth bit her lip as she searched her locker for her Algebra textbook, and released when she caught sight of it.
clack clack clack
"Hey Symp! Heard the new rumour?" Came the sound of her perky punky friend, Allegro Castrar. Symphony twitched, and looked at her friend with one eye from behind her locker door.
"Hey Alle," She said gloomily. "Yes, it's bogus." She said, then slamming her door. "And I don't care," She said, pushing herself past her friend, but she stays by her side.
"Oh come on! What's got your noose tied?" Allegro said irritatedly.
"This shitty rumour. They just skipped school for a few days, who cares?" She said, pushing past a flood of jocks.
"...for two weeks?" Her friend said dropping her textbook. She gathers them up, and rushes ahead to meet Symphony.
"Alle, just get off it, alright?"
Allegro blinked a few times, surprised. "Symp, this really isn't like you to just blow off another rumour-"
Symphony stopped in her tracks, and faced Allegro. "They're blaming me for it!" She said, anguish painting her features.
"Oh...well," She said, trying to find the perfect words for her friend's bad mood, but looked up to see her friend gone.
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Towards the end of class, Symphony spaced out, and drew in her notebook, when she was supposed to be taking notes. She sighed, and began to tap her pencil on her desk, staring out the window at a flock of birds.
I wonder what it would be like to be a bird...to fly...to explore...no worries...no homework...And no rumours that you killed two fucking horny assholes...
SLAM!
"Miss Callestro, would you mind telling the class what X would equal, if fifteen is divided by four?" Her teacher said, leaning over the table, his beady eyes dripping with irritation.
"Uh...erm...two?" She said, her right eye twitching a bit.
"You really must pay attention, Miss Callestro, as all I'm saying will be on the test," He said.
She narrowed her eyes. "Really? I guess I should study 'bad breath', as it will be on the test, as you say." She said, using air quotes. Some of the girls snorted, and the guys clapped. The teacher, however wasn't amused. He took back the textbook he slammed on her desk, and pointed out the door.
"Out, please." He said, his face surely brimming with hate.
With a quiet smirk, Symphony stood up, gathered ther things, and walked out, leaving a class of gossiping students.
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She sat outside the vice-director's office, reading a neo-gothic book she borrowed from the school's library. She sighed and turned the page as she absorbed all the words in, creating a picture in her mind. But just as she finished the chapter, she thought about the rumour. Symphony furrowed brow, and shook her head, shaking the thoughts out. As she started the new chapter, the thought came again.
With a grunt, she replaced her bookmark, and closed it, knowing she wouldn't enjoy the storyline without that damned thought. She sighed and closed her eyes as she craned her head back, and relaxed a bit. Tried at least. But the door opened, and Ms. Thornton, the vice-director of the school sent another student out, and fingered Symphony to enter. With a groan, she picked up her backpack, slinging it over one shoulder, along with her book, and walked ahead in, knowing the worst.
"Symphony, this has been the fifth time you have been sent to my office." Ms. Thornton sighed clasping her hands together on her desk. "Honestly, what makes you do things like this?"
Symphony sighs, and tried to block her out, kicking her feet on the floor.
"Miss Callestro, please answer me," She repeated, trying to be patient with the goth.
"What if I don't want to? I have rights you know,"
Ms. Thornton blinked a few times slowly. "Is this about the rumour?"
Symphony looked up, surprised. "...you know about that?"
She nods. "All too well. And I assure you, it wasn't a tape that killed them," She said, trying not to sound too cynical. "It was suspected to be a double-suicide, but the police aren't sure,"
She gulps. "They say I did it..." She whispers, barely distictinct.
Ms. Thornton got up, and kneeled next to where Symphony was sitting. "Now you know that's not true, Symphony. It was just an unfortunate misunderstanding, okay?"
She sniffed, and nodded, not looking at Ms. Thornton.
"Katie I know would never blame you, and neither would Josh." She continued. "Rebecca would know this, but-"
"-but she's stuck in an insane asylum counting the cracks in the wall," She crudely finished.
Ms. Thornton sighed, and touched her hand. "Sympony, please don't say that. Ever since what happened, you've always been in my office for one thing, and then another. Now I know if you want to talk, I'll always be here, understand?" She softly said, squeezing her hand reassuringly.
She nods as the bell rings.