4
As I groom myself for the day ahead I can't shake the memories from last night. This shouldn't be bothering me this much, but it is. I don't mean to sound sheltered but that was the first time I saw a dead anything aside from the occasional dead squirrel in the middle of the road. It's different when you see the impact of the deer to the metal of the car, hear the crack of the glass and snap of the bone, smell the blood that is undeniably pooling at the base of the cars tires. I splash some water on my face to alert my self to reality. After I am done washing my face I look up in the mirror at my heart shaped face. The water drips of my perfectly shaped eye brows down past, my sometimes crystal blue eyes, and finally smacks against the hard marble of the sink splattering into smaller beads. I stand up and look at my whole in the mirror. I know it might sound self centered, but it's the truth. I'm gorgeous. Honey blonde hair, mile long legs, and a flat stomach. At 5 foot 10 I am one of the tallest girls at beacon hills high school and proud of it. It was only natural that I become queen B.
"Olivia you have 20 minutes!" I hear my mom yell to me from the bottom of the stairs breaking my gaze from the mirror to the clock. Shit she's right. My outfit for my first day of junior year is laid neatly on my bed. I slip on my tuxedo striped black leather skinnies and a light blue chiffon blouse that shows a lot of cleavage. Black stilettos to complete. I don't need a lot of make up so I do a light dusting of blush, mascara, and silver eye shadow that has been my favorite since forever. I grab my phone from my bed side table and finally turn it on the reveal 23 unread texts and 7 missed calls. I roll my eyes and bounce down the stairs. I grab my keys and an apple and dash out the door to pick up Kelsey without even any acknowledgement from my mother. The ride too school is filled with Kelsey's insistent bit*hing about me not answering any of her texts. 15 minutes later we pull up in front of Beacon Hills High School for the first time in months. I grab my crumbled up schedule from cross body bag and am relieved to find I don't have first period with Kelsey or Jen. When I walk in the door I go strait to my locker that has been assigned to me since freshman year. I start fiddling with the lock as Jen babbles in my ear. Thirddy- eight….. Twwwenty- four…nine! I still have the touch I smile to my self as my old friend locker 163 pops open with a click. I start to make myself at home again for the third time. Sometime during my blissful locker renovating Jen left and everyone starts to filter out of the halls the only people that remain are a couple of freshman that got lost (it's not even a big school idiots) and two newbies that catch my eye. They obviously aren't freshman. Their twins, tall tan and taunt, walking out of the office with fresh new schedules that they give to the new kids. With Jackson gone the popular guy population was dwindling and we needed some fresh meat. I met eyes with the cuter one, if that's even possible with twins, and strutted right up.
"Hey! You guys are new aren't you? I said in my sexy confident voice.
"Yea" twin one said "I'm Adien" he continued. He pointed to twin two and said "this is my brother Ethan."
"It's really nice to meet you guys. My names Liv. Beacon Hills isn't the biggest town and it's always nice to have new, interesting people." I said with a cocky smirk. "Hey if you need someone to sit with at lunch just look for me! But anyways I should get going so… see you at lunch?"
"Yea that would be great. Bye" Aiden said. I sauntered of to English knowing he would be watching me leave.
5
I walked into English class just on time. Scott McCall and Stiles something were siding next to each other with two of the three only available seats near them. Even though they didn't know I was there last night it still kind of freaked me out to be near Scott so I sat in the seat in the back. You get better cell phone reception back there anyways. Right before the bell rang Lydia and Allison walk in. I can sense the tension between Allison and Scott when she has to take the only available seat next to her ex boyfriend. The usual before class murmur of voices range out even louder because of all of the "I missed you"s and "how was your summer"s. then there was a symphony of cell phone beeps, everyone's phones had received a text at the same time. I heard the familiar bling of my phone sound from my bag as I turned around to get it everyone simultaneously retrieved theirs. The text was from an unknown number. I barley had time to read the first word when the classroom door opened and a fair skinned woman with dark hair walked in
"The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed sombre under an overcast sky – seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness."
She recited from the text exactly. "The closing line from the first book we will be reading this year, Heart of Darkness, and the last text you will be receiving in my class." A little dramatic don't you think. "My name is Miss Blake" as she began to introduce herself as the door reopened reveling the principle beckoning Miss Blake over to talk. When she got done whispering she turned to face the class. "Scott McCall" she said waving him out the door. He quickly gathered his things and followed her out the door. With the teacher out of the room the murmurs started again. There was nobody worth talking to in here so I decided to just eavesdrop. After what happened last night I couldn't help, but listen in on what caused the principle to pull Scott out of class on the first day.
"…I know it must be legit since your mother called you out, but I have heard about you. It's not going to be like last year, the skipping and the bad grades is it?" I heard Miss Blake saying.
"It's going to be different this year I promise." Scott's low voice replied.
"I know you say that but high school is…" Scott cut her off before she could finish what she was saying.
"I know I promise I will not be ephemeral." With that I heard Scott's foot steps echo down the hall right before the door opened again and Miss Blake reentered the room.
"Sorry for that interruption. Now I'd like to tell you a little bit about what…"my mind trailed of what she had to say and zeroed in on something else.
"Lydia… Lydia" I looked up and sure enough Stiles was whispering to Lydia. He has been obsessed with her since like third grade according to Lydia. When we were still friends she wouldn't even look his way. I don't know why. Yeah he is kind of a dork and he sucks at Lacrosse, but he's defiantly not ugly, but now she is having conversations with him in class and running into his arms when she gets a little scared.
"What?" she said with a slight edge to her voice. She had been doodling in a note book and I guess he had broken her concentration.
"Was that from last night?" he said gesturing down to her ankle where she had a bandage.
She had a slightly embarrassed look on her face. "No…Prada bit me." Prada is her super annoying little dog. It was such a brat and only let Lydia touch her. I'm not surprised that she bit someone, but I am surprised it was Lydia.
"Your dog?" stiles said seemingly as surprised as I was.
"No my designer handbag." she said sarcastically. She always had a way of making a bitch of herself, but hey who am I to talk.
"Well has she ever bitten you before?" he asks ignoring her sarcastic comment. Again with the slightly embarrassed look she shakes her head no.
Stiles look around nervously and licks his lips. "I think something is going on… something bad"
"What do you mean?" She seemed as confused as I was.
"The deer last night," even the mention of that made me cringe. "And then your dog. Animals can sense when something is wrong right?"
"What's that thing that they say about bad things coming in threes? One… two…three." Just as she finished counting a black blur barreled into the window right in front of her face. Miss Blake immediately stops talking and tentatively walks towards the window when another blur smacks the window, a bird… a crow. Then there's a cloud of them barreling towards the already cracked window.
6
When the glass shattered in all directions it sent the students scattering into corners and under desks like mice. When the birds swarmed in you were swimming in blackness. I just kept hoping I didn't get bird shit on me.