Chapter 10
Creepers
Kiara's POV
I filled out the history paper, then flipped it over to answer the questions on the back.
"This is pointless. I'm here for two months-why do I have to know the date when the Civil War began?" Envy groaned.
"1861." I said without thinking, then clapped a hand over my mouth.
Oops. I wasn't supposed to give him the answer. Envy raised an eyebrow, then snickered. "Thanks a bunch."
I sighed. "There won't be a next time, you little sneak."
"It'll happen again." Envy smirked, then went on to the next question.
I focused on the history paper, though my mind kept drifting to earlier that day. School had been harder for Envy than I had originally thought. Not only had we joined half-way through the first semester, but everyone thought it'd be funny to tease Envy about his hair until he snapped. I was quite proud of him when he punched one of the jocks who'd pushed him too far, (Mental note: Do not call Envy a palm tree and/or say palm trees are blooming early this year) but of course, the principal saw both of us (I might've slapped someone. . .or three people. . .Hey, my hair doesn't look like a bleeding tomato!) and Talia wasn't very happy about the whole experience. It doesn't help anything that I already knew everything the teacher had to say, enticing some nicknames that I'd rather not think about. Oh, and I found a rather nice pocket knife in the gutter.
I heard Envy ask a question again on the Civil War. What city had one of the most famed battles that took place in Pennsylvania?
"Gettysburg." I said automatically, paused, then banged my head against the table. "ARGH!"
Envy was cracking up. "I told you it would happen again!"
"I hate you." I sighed.
He just grinned.
"Kiara, I need your help." Talia called.
"Don't cheat at my paper." I warned Envy, then stood up and hurried into the kitchen.
"Could you get the milk from the fridge?" Talia asked.
I was super thrilled when I learned Talia could cook and bake. I never have to do anything in the kitchen ever again! I handed it to her.
"Who did you slap at school?" Her voice was flat.
"Susan said my clothes were hideous, Abigail said my hair looked like a "tomato graveyard", and Riley took one look at me and nearly died laughing." I ticked their names on my fingers.
"Anything else?"
"I might've. . .pulled Abigail's hair a little. . ." I trailed off.
"Pull any out?" She continued stirring without meeting my gaze.
"Yeah, a couple strands. Apparently she dyes her hair blond."
Talia let out an undignified snort of laughter. "Good."
I grinned. "Envy gave one a bloody nose."
"Nailed 'im good?" She asked.
"He ran away, squealing."
"He's a wimp." Envy smirked, walking in.
"Every time you got hit you'd yell." I pointed out.
"I didn't run. Plus, I lost limbs. That's a lot more than just a bloody nose." He contradicted.
"Touche." I rolled my eyes.
~Later that evening~
I rubbed a rag on the blade, then held it up, turning it back and forth. It looked to be pretty expensive, making me wonder why someone would just throw it away.
"Maybe it's cursed?" I said to myself.
Then snorted. "Please, like a swiss army pocket knife would be cursed. Right."
I sat it on the nightstand next to my bed, then got ready for sleeping. After showering, I tackled my hair.
Five minutes of struggling later, I regretted not using conditioner, as my hairbrush was stuck. Sighing, I yelled for Talia.
"What?" She pushed open the door.
"Halp meeee." I groaned.
Envy walked in moments later, wanting to ask me a question. He stopped, watching Talia struggle with my hair and my repeated "ow ow ow"'s of pain. He watched for a moment, then turned and walked away, snickering. Twenty minutes of pain later, my hair was knot free. Meanwhile, I had a horrible headache and refused to talk to anyone. I collapsed into my bed and soon fell asleep.
Sometime that night, something woke me up. Groggy, I sat up, glancing around the room. I stared at the silhouette at the end of my bed, bewildered, wondering why there was a. . .guy. . .standing. . . .there. . . . .
I stared as he opened, then closed the pocket knife. Open. Close. It glinted in the light coming from the streetlights. I promptly screamed and dove under the covers, thinking, If nothing's sticking out, he can't kill me. Oh my Mom, I hope he can't stab me OH MY GOSH I AM SO FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW. HE COULD MURDER ME. I'VE GOT A MONSTER IN MY ROOM.
I heard a quiet sound that sounded like singing, though the words didn't make any sense. I promptly fainted.
~Next Morning~
I walked into the kitchen, not being able to stop shaking. I looked for the knife this morning, and found it at the end of my bed. I know I put it on my nightstand, which meant something was in my room last night.
"Are you okay? You look really pale and shaky." Talia asked, concerned.
"I am never sleeping by myself ever again." I shuddered.
"Why? Something attack you in the night?" Envy asked sarcastically.
"Nearly."
"Pfft, right. I'm the boogeyman and I stand at the edge of your bed~" Envy poked my shoulder.
I jumped, surprised at how close he was to being right. "Stop it. Were you in my room last night?"
Envy raised an eyebrow. "Did you want me to? Cause, no."
I started panicking.
"Okay, what's wrong?" Talia put her hand on her hip, staring down at me.
"There was something in my room last night. I swear there was. I left that pocket knife I found yesterday on my nightstand, and it was at the end of my bed, right where the person was last night." I said.
"What did it look like?" Envy asked.
I thought for a moment. "It was male. Kinda tall. He could sing."
"Sing?" Talia blinked.
"Yeah. He was singing. I think I fainted then 'cause I don't remember anything after that."
Envy stared at me, then started laughing.
"It's not funny! I was really scared!" I protested.
Envy quieted down. "No, it's hysterical to think you were scared. So maybe there really was something in your room. You can't prove it."
I glared at him, frustrated.
"If he comes back again tonight, scream or something, okay?" Talia offered.
"I screamed last night, but apparently nobody heard me." I muttered.
~!~
"Hey Luciana, after school can I go to Talia's work?" Hailey asked.
"If it's fine with her, then yes." Luciana replied.
"Yay!" Hailey cheered, then fell silent as Selim walked into the room.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing. . ." Hailey looked away.
He stared at her for a moment, then sat down at the table for breakfast. Minutes later, the two kids were on their way to elementary school when Selim said, "Why are you so quiet? I'd expected you to be chattering your head off."
"Oh, um, I guess I was just distracted." Hailey said.
Selim glanced at her, then away.
"Butternut was climbing the curtains last night. Luciana was pretty mad." Hailey mentioned.
"Huh."
"You should've seen her. Butternut about peed himself."
Selim smirked. "Pretty scary."
"He ran off and I can't find him." Hailey looked worried. "I checked everywhere."
"Apparently not everywhere, or you would've found him." He responded.
"Hey! That's not nice!"
"It's true. Who cares if it's mean or not?"
"Sometimes it's better not to say anything." Hailey said wisely.
"But then you'll think I'm ignoring you." He said, confused.
Hailey facepalmed. "I can't win." She mumbled.
Yay! Chapter 10! So many chapters...
Lot's of people start school tomorrow, so I thought it'd be awesome to have an update~
I don't have to go back 'till Tuesday. Hah, take that! :P
Anyway~
The (briefly) mentioned separate...story thingy (don't know what to call it) is a go, so the chapters will soon be up.
Also, the whole "stalker-in-my-room" thing is a sorta true story.
When my grandmother was young, she left a candy wrapper next to her bed. When she woke up in the middle of the night, a lady was standing at the end of her bed, crinkling the wrapper. She pretty much had the same reaction as Kiara.
I don't remember if she found the wrapper at the end of her bed or back where it was before...and I don't think she remembers, either...
Creepy. And her grandmother (or was it her mom?), when she lived in Germany, had her feather mattress lifted up in the middle of the night.
*shudders*
On that note, review! :D