Author's Note: This was inspired by the movie trailer 'Polaroid'. Lita is an OC I created for personal enjoyment for this little project.
My name Lita, and this is the story of how I take care of bullies.
They were at it again, the Ultras Bitches, harassing that poor defenceless girl who did absolutely no harm to them. I find it absolutely gut wrenching how nobody, myself included, never even bothered to help that girl. I'm the type of girl who stays out of conflicts and just watch from the shadows of other people. I blend in quite naturally like any normal girl, but then again, that's what makes me dangerous...because it's always the quiet ones you should watch out for.
With a subtle smirk, she pulled out the antique polaroid camera she got from her Uncle who collected...special items.
"Excuse me?" I called out, approaching the Ultras and the girl who looked scared and ready to cry.
The leader, Chris Hargenson, turned away from her victim, "What do you want?" she asked, annoyed at getting interrupted.
"Forgive me, but I was hoping to get a picture of you and your friends for the yearbook. Also, I need help in deciding a title for your picture, 'Drop Dead Gorgeous Gals' or 'Picture Perfect Models'." I said with a sweet and friendly smile as Chris and her friends giggled at my flattery and request. I took note of the fact that the beautiful blonde Sue Snell wasn't with them, oh well, she's the most decent out of this awful brood.
Chris played with her hair, trying to act innocent, "Well, it would be rude of us to say 'no', wouldn't it girls?" she asked as all of them voiced their agreements.
"So you'll do it?" I asked hopefully, trying to keep my glee from spilling about at the thought of what will happen to them.
The bullied girl, who she knows as Carrie White, watched as the Ultras laughed before they posed together against the decorated wall. "What are you staring at?" Chris said, glaring at poor little Carrie who ducked her head behind her hair before scurrying off to the library where she'll be safe.
My heart thundered in anger and fury, but I kept my cool and got my polaroid ready, "Okay Ultras, stand close together, I don't wanna miss anyone." I said, the double meaning behind my words completely lost on these airheads.
The Ultras stood together as instructed with their arms wrapped around each other as besties, smiling at the camera woman, "Ready? Say 'Drop Dead Gorgeous.'" I said, staring at them through the lens, making sure to capture all of them.
"Drop Dead Gorgeous!" The Ultras repeated, smiling their smiles as I clicked, taking their picture before said picture was spat out of the polaroid. Putting down the camera, I took the photo and shook it a little before the picture came to life, all the girls captured in the picture.
I smiled at them, "Thank you so much ladies, this is beyond perfect. I'm not gonna regret this." I said, smiling at the gullible girls who have no idea what I really did.
"No, thank you, it was truly our pleasure." Tina Blake, Chris' second-in-command said, batting her lashes at me as I giggled in pleasure, not at her gratitude.
Looking up at the school's clock, I saw that the bell for my next class will ring soon, "I better go, thank you again, you have no idea how happy this makes me. Bye." I said, waving at them as I left for my class, stuffing the polaroid back in my bag. Holding the picture at the edges, I blew my breath at the faces.
"Hey, where did that breeze come from?" I heard one of the girls, Heather by the sound of it, from behind me, a sadistic smile coming onto my face as I stuffed the picture in the breast pocket of my jacket.
When I got to my English class, one I shared with Carrie and one of the Ultras, Tina, I sat down at the back corner near the window so that I can see and hear everything. I took out the books and binder I needed for this class to prepare for this miserable lesson as the bell rang, and soon enough, the class was filled with students.
Carrie arrived, her eyes swollen and puffy from all the crying she must've done in silence. I stared at her from the corner of my eye, feeling nothing but pity for this sweet girl, vowing to get revenge for her with the photo I took of the Ultras. I touched the photo inside my jacket, smirking when I felt the corner of the curse I placed on those bitches.
As class started, I watched as Tina tossed a piece of paper at Carrie while the teacher wasn't looking, or didn't care since he's fucking Tina. The class giggled, thinking it funny for them to mock a quiet girl like Carrie.
Slowly and subtly, I took the photo out of my jacket and laid it flat on the binder paper in said binder, hiding the picture from everyone's view. Holding a very sharpened pencil, I watched from the corner of my eye as Tina balled up another piece of paper. Keeping the pencil over Tina's part picture, I pressed the sharp point of my utensil with medium strength against where her wrist is before removing it.
Tina's exclamation of pain drew everyone's attention to her, surprise clear on their faces as Tina dropped the paper ball to hold her wrist. "Is something the matter Ms. Blake?" the teacher asked, startled by what just happened as Tina massaged her wrist.
"I-I think so. Sorry about that." Tina said, as the pain in her wrist faded, leaving her confused as to where that sudden pain came from.
"Well will you please not do that. Moving on." The teacher said, returning to the lesson as everyone resumed their work.
I smirk in satisfaction as Tina's wrist still shook with pain as she wrote down her notes. Not wanting this to end just yet since this class was so boring, I decided to torment this bitch further for personal enjoyment. Being careful not to puncture Tina in the picture, I lightly scratched against her hair, giving her an itching sensation as the girl mention batted away the foreign feeling away from her hair. Keeping my laugher buried inside, I did it again, watching as Tina scratched at her head frantically, drawing attention to her again.
"Excuse me, Ms. Blake, but are you quite finished?" The teacher said irritably as Tina continues to scratch at her hair. "I don't know, something's wrong." she exclaimed in confusion and embarrassment before I decided to flick my pencil over her cheek, being taken completely by surprise when she suddenly slapped herself to get rid of an imaginary bug.
The class burst out in laughter as Tina went red in embarrassment, "Step outside please." The teacher said, not wanting to put up with this, "Wait, I can explain-" "If you're going to be a disturbance, take it outside." he interrupted as Tina had a look of mortification on her face, "But-"
"Now!" The teacher cut her off before she silently gathered her stuff and left the classroom as her classmates laughed at her foolishness. As soon as she was gone, the teacher quieted the class down before everyone resumed their work, still laughing here and there as I stuffed the picture back in my pocket with a smirk.
What I wasn't aware of though, was a pair of innocent eyes watching me as I copied down the notes written on the board.
So, what do you think. Yes I admit, I have a spooky side that is reserved for the assholes of this world. If you could give a review, that would make me happy knowing that you acknowledge my work. 'Til next time, this ain't over.