Chapter 6

THE MALL

Kim

After our little conversation with Jack, Grace and I walked to her house (without any unexpected visitors) and immediately went to her room. At first we talked about movies and songs until the subject dwindled completely off course to the one animal that drives teenage girls crazy, boys.

"So, tell me, what do you think of Jack?" Grace asked, making me turn a dark shade of red.

"If you're getting the idea that I like him, well, sorry to disappoint, but I don't."

Grace smiled, "good!"

I cocked an eyebrow, "what do you mean good? Wait, you don't like him as well as Jerry… do you?"

A horrified expression came to her face, "Ewwwwwwwwwwww! How could you even think that I could like that…that thing!"

I burst into laughter.

"What? What's so funny?"

"You should have seen your face… you looked SO constipated…I wish I took a picture!"

She playfully pushed me.

"What do you have against that guy anyways Grace?" What can I say, I was curious and all of those snide remarks towards him were getting to me.

She looked at the ground, "I'd rather not talk about it…"

"Grace, you know you can tell me, right?"

She nodded, "it's just, he did something really bad a while back, something I can't forgive him for." We were silent for a few seconds. "Hey, do you want to go shopping?" Her face lit up at the idea.

"Why would I want to go shopping?" I asked, ignoring the sudden change of subject. When she wanted to tell me, she would tell me.

She looked appalled, "girl, who wouldn't want to go shopping?"

I raised my hand.

She face palmed, "Dude, you definitely need new clothes."

I looked at the stuff I had on, "what's wrong with these?"

"Everything."

"Hey!"

"It's true. Look at your pants, they're covered in paint."

"So what if I like to paint, what does that have to do with anything?"

"You wore them to school."

"Oh…" I hadn't thought about that sort of stuff for a while. I was more of a grab and put on girl. Maybe I should go with her…

"Come on," she said, dragging me into her car and busily starting the ignition. I guess I didn't get a choice in the matter.

"Grace, can we leave already," I moaned.

"No."

We had literally been at the mall for hours, trying on new outfits or buying somewhat casual accessories. I was carrying all of our purchases in the little corner of the store that I had condemned myself to.

"Please!"

"Just give me a second…"

I grumbled out an ok.

That's when it caught my eye, a simple red color in the corner of my vision.

Bending down to the ground below me for a better look, I found it to be a letter, a letter addressed to Kim Crawford.

Me.

As in Mau.

I picked it up, "Grace," my voice squeaked.

"I know, I know. I just need to get a tube of mascara and then I'm done." She said, winding around a few stacks of eye shadow to come check on me.

She stopped in her tracks, looking at my terrified face.

"Kim, what's wrong?"

I silently handed her the envelope.

Looking at it, her eyes went wide.

"It could be your secret admirer." Grace suggested.

I shook my head, "couldn't be. I just started school today; no one forms a crush that quickly. Plus, I haven't been especially social."

"You could say that again."

I was offended, "…just because I don't see the point in talking to people that don't give a fit about me!" I mumbled under my breath.

"Is there a problem ladies?" The clerk that had been working at the desk asked.

Before Grace could respond I answered, "Nope, we were just going to check out at the cash register when my friend said she needed mascara," I said, "but the thing is, we don't know where to look."

"Oh well than, if it's just mascara your looking for, then I would check isle seven."

I smiled, "thanks!"

I waited for her to leave before I continued our 'chat.'

"Open it," I hissed.

Grace slowly ripped the paper and pulled out the note, which was scripted on a fine piece of lined paper. Thrusting it into my hands before her eyes could decipher any of its continents.

"Thanks," I said sarcastically.

"Don't mention it," we both managed a weak laugh.

My eyes then wandered to the letter.

Dear Kimberly,

The scars you left will never heal

I promise I'll always scratch and peel

The scabs that I will soon create

My heart that which you've filled with hate

You've made me crack beyond inside

I promise there'll be homicide

Terrible things are coming Kim; you better watch your back.

Before I skin it.

Do you like it? I know there wasn't very much KICK action in this chapter or the last, but I promise the next one will have more.

Thanks,

CARROT'S!