Chapter 2: Murder
By:IcePrincessLips
A/N: Here's the next installment. Please ReViEw!
Disclaimer: The only things I own are Mrs. P. Bigler, Heather and Aurelia.
"Get up Lia, ye ungreatful little brat," growled a fat old woman to a young girl. This woman was known as Ms. Prissilla Bigler and the young girl was named Aurelia Guinevere Reviva. Ms. Floyma had greasy black hair and squintly eyes that made her look alot like a hippo. She was 54 and was Aurelia's foster parent. She was anything but a parent to Aurelia. It was well known that the only reason Ms. Bigler agreed to take her was that she would be given money to help raise her. Aurelia was a hot-headed 14 year old orphan girl who had wispy waist lenght white-blond hair and hard gray eyes. She had been taught to hide her true feelings and felt like and outsider to the people around her. Her thought trailed to the dream. God, the pain. Who was the black-haired boy that she saw? He had the most unusual scar. Like lightning. Her thoughts were shattered when her gardian spoke again.

"Go on, git. Git ter school and be quick about it."

So she left. At school, she was teased and bullied. On her arrival, a blond who was plastered with make-up walked up to Aurelia. "So bitch, how's your mother today? Oops, I FORGOT, she's DEAD."

Oddly, Lia looked deathly calm. Slowly, white-blond hair turned to bright orange and springed into tiny corkscrews. The grey in her eyes had vanished and vibrant, deadly green replaced it. Of course, she was not aware of this but the other people obviously notice judging by their shrieks. She pierced into the blond with burning hatred in her eyes and raised her arms high in the air."Oh yeah, Heather? I got two words that I know you're just dying to hear. Avada Kedavra!"

Heather dropped to the floor, dead before she hit it. Holy shit, where the hell did that come from, thought Lia. Had she been paying attention, she would have noticed that all of the people around her had fell to the ground as well. She checked Heather's pulse. There was none. Oh God, I killed her. I gotta RUN. Run, run, run........