CHAPTER 1: A TOUCH OF CLASS
Taylor Herbert had one bad day, a bad day unlike any other. And funnily enough most kids consider the first day of school to be the worst day of their lives. But homework was not what awaited the end of her first day back at Winslow High. Tension was through the roof, she had anticipated the continuation of her torment at the hands of her former friend as soon as she stepped through the doors of the school. But nothing came of it, as if everything had rewound back to the start of highschool. Emma it seemed was content with ignoring Taylor. Fastidiously the trio disregarded her for the lesson, thing is, Mr. Gladly's classes were never interesting to begin with. Taylor couldn't shake the hunted notion that they were simply biding their time. This theme persisted until just before the last class of the day.
Taylor glared at the contents of her locker, until now she hadn't needed pass this way as she no longer left anything of value inside. Someone had removed the last of her textbooks and replaced them with rotting hygiene products and the contents of the cafeteria bin. The culmination of more than a year of brutal harassment and a campaign escalating violence came with a palm ramming into her shoulder blades, followed by a kick and a slam of her locker door that sealed her fate. Her tormentors had conspired to hurl her into a hellish pit, her locker no longer a storage space for stationary now a festering cell just for Taylor. Their final 'prank' to put Taylor in her place.
The trio of girls stood with their coterie of sycophants, as Taylor's screams met their laughter. Sophia called theatrically, "You know this is where you belong bottomfeeder!" This only renewed the frantic rattling of the locker door and the accompanying screams as insects burrowed in the muck nipping at Taylor. The surrounding mob egging them on entertained.
"Let me out! Please! Please! Plea-" A bug had tumbled from the roof of the locker into her mouth and down her throat, setting off a coughing fit as she clawed at her throat desperately. "I'm sorry! Let me out please!" Taylor's begging only spurred them on.
Emma joined in the taunting with even more enthusiasm, "Your mother was such an ugly cow too maybe they also buried her alive. It's your fault she's dead after all, you're a burden to everyone around you!" The frantic screaming grew more incoherent as the miasma sealed in with Taylor began to overwhelm her.
The least of the three, Madison, finally chipped in, "Yeah! I bet you like it in there, sicko!" She walked up to the now silent locker and gave the door a kick, "Don't tell me you fell asleep, I guess pigs belong in mud after all!" This insult was wasted on Taylor as she steadily slipped further from consciousness, her nails were torn or missing entirely and hungry bugs had begun to gnaw her flesh, shit and rotten blood pressed into her wounds.
With her silence from the locker the entertainment value was slipping and discomfort and fear of being caught in the act by a teacher was pressing in on the crowd around them. Students drifted off to class in two's and three's, but Emma and her collaborators hung around for a minute more. The final nail had yet to be hammered in after all. Emma grinned with a viciousness bordering on madness, "You're nothing, you coward! Even your dad wished you'd just die. He can't stand to look at your disgusting face." The last jab was thrown over her shoulder as the trio walked away Leaving Taylor in the filth and darkness as they returned to class as if all was right with the world. Well by their reckoning the world was perfectly organized, with them at the top.
But fate would have a reckoning of her own...
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Taylor awoke gradually as consciousness like honey spread through her body. Everything was a haze of half recalled nightmares. A loose twig poked her in the beak. She burst up with a surprised squawk, she was not in her body! Instead she found the glossy feathered form of a raven, sharp claws and a beak to match. Occupied as she was Taylor hadn't noticed that her nest was currently positioned above a 20 floor precipice.
A/N: I was bored today. Let me know if this was any good, and I might continue it.