Aaron sighed as he climbed from the cab that had drove him to the campus. After an hour of sitting on a very uncomfortable seat, in a very smelly cab, listening to horrible Japanese country music, he was glad to see the last of Mr. Yoshomoko, the friendly cab driver. Aaron was a good looking kid who stood about 6foot even with longish curly dirty blond hair, high cheekbones and blue eyes, and also a history of tormenting his baby sister. All-in-all, he was your typical American collage freshman, just like the other 100 something students running about, complaining about the heat, complaining about the weight of their luggage, or complaining about the fact they had nothing to complain about. Grunting, the boy picked up his luggage, somewhat having trouble with the small bag under his left arm, and began to walk to the entrance of Harvard collage.
Just about the same time Aaron was climbing up the steps, a tall girl who stood at 5'12 with dark red hair and miss-matched light blue and acid green eyes climbed out of a cab as well, dressed in black shorts and a black tank top, her hair done up in a pony tail.
"Thanks again!" She called to the cabby as he drove off, a form of Techno blaring out the windows. Winching at the pain in her right side she bent down and picked up her two suit cases and started to make her way across campus. Nervously her multicolored eyes shot back and forth across the campus, suspicious of everything in sight. It had been a year but still she jumped at every little sound, and still her side and shoulder ached. It sucked being her but on the other hand, being her had it rewards.
Lost in her thoughts, and paying attention to everything except where she was going, she predictably tripped over a student who was stretched out over the campus lawn and fell down, causing her side to damn near tear open with pain. "Watch it!" Scolded a female voice that was much to preppy. The auburn haired girl growled as she got up, her hand clenching her side.
"Sorry" She muttered, picking up her bags and beginning to walk off again. "Yeah, whatever bitch" She could hear the girl mutter from behind her.
Painfully, she made it all the way to the stairs of the building and looked at a woman who was taking down names and assigning rooms.
"Name please?" The brunette asked.
"Jryce, Xandra Jryce" The girl muttered as low as she could. The woman raised an eyebrow at her then looked at her list.
"Your on the 3hrd floor, room no. 108. You room mate just got here herself" The door woman said. Xandra sighed, walking into the doors.
"Yay, a room mate" She sighed sarcastically to herself. More like someone else to ask her what it felt like to have a scythe rammed into your side and shoulder. To ask how it felt to have a killer poised over you, ready to slice through your skull but then change his mind and leave you to bleed to death.
Yay indeed, a room mate.
"Stuart Marshal" She heard a nice sounding male voice behind her announce. She looked over her shoulder and saw a tall, rather lanky looking man in jeans and a black T-shirt with light skin and short blond hair. Beautiful blue-green eyes looked about the place as the woman who had checked Xandra in looked down the list. He looked strongly familiar but she couldn't place her finger on it. Then the man's eyes landed on her and she felt a small blush accrue underneath her jawbones. She offered a grin and turned her head back around and began walking towards a flight of stairs.
"You in room 120 Mr. Marshal. Your room mate has yet to check in" The checking woman said.
"Thanks" Stu said, propping two bags under his arm then picking up two suit cases he walked into the large entrance hall.
Stu looked about the hall, in somewhat awe. He had lived his entire life in Woodsborrow and although it was not entirely backwoods, it was definitely small. Things would take a lot of getting used to here...But then again, that was half the fun of it. The excitement in the air made him feel ready enough to start plotting murder at this very moment. Yes, things was definitely going to be fun here.
Ahead, he saw the dark red headed girl who he had seen eyeing him drop a bag. Score! Chance to meet.
Stu walked up behind the girl just in time to hear her mutter "Bloody hell" to herself. Stu bent down and laid his own luggage on the floor and picked up the suit case the girl was going for.
"Allow Me" Stu said, smiling as he handed the rather heavy suitcase to the girl. He noticed her eyes was multicolored, the right acid green and the left light blue. Interesting. He had seen that eye color mixture before, along with the dark red hair.
"Thanks" She said, taking the suitcase from him.
"Thats a heavy suitcase, whatcha got in there? Bricks?" Stu asked jokingly, his trademark smile spread across his lips.
"Yeah, thats exactly it...Or at least feels like it" The red-head replied. Stu noticed she winched as she bent over to pick up her other suitcase.
"You alright?" The tall blond asked, his voice serious.
"Yeah I'm fine. Just a old battle wound" She said. Stu liked this girl, she wasn't the usual preppy, air headed type by what he gathered so far.
"Names Stu Marshal" Stu offerd, extending his hand. He chuckled as The girl started to take it then realized she had a bag in her hand. Sighing, she set down the bag and took his hand.
"Xandra Jryce, friends call Me X.J." She said, firmly shaking his hand.
Shit that was it! This was the girl from Vandton last year! She looked so much shorter on TV. And definitely prettier in real life. But also, there was something in those multicolored eyes that had always made him wonder about her. That same something was much stronger in real life.
"Ah, thought you looked familiar" Stu said in a matter-of-fact tone, picking his own bags back up. Xandra sighed.
"Yeah its Me, old 'Survived-a-gutting' Herself. Please don't be like the others and ask for Me to show you My scar" She said. Stu giggled. Now that he thought of it, he guessed that being the soul survivor of a double-homicide could be nagging when it came to spectators.
"Don't worry I wont" Stu assured the tall girl, "I can see how after a year that can get old".
"Oh boy can it ever!" Xandra replied in a "I-know-it-all-to-well" voice as they started walking down a hall. Xandra finally seemed to notice the fact they was walking down the same hall together and looked up at Stu.
"Where you headed?" Xandra asked, blowing a stan of hair out from in front of her eyes.
"Room 120, yourself? Stu asked.
"108".
"Ha! We're right down the hall from one another, guess I'll be seeing you around a lot"
"I guess so" Xandra replied. She had been carrying her luggage way to long by now, as she had walked all the way to the buss station earlier, and her side was beginning to pound, not to mention her shoulder. It was hard trying to cover up the fact you was in pain and stay polite at the same time.
"Heres your room" Stu said bringing her back to reality. She smiled at the blond, who in turn had his own lovely smile on. Slowly she was starting to realize how handsome he was.
"Thanks. My room mates supposed to be here sooo--"
"I get the picture, I need to get set My own bags down before My arms break "Stu said, "See ya latter"
"Yeah, same here. Nice meeting you Stu" Xandra said, smiling even wider.
"You to, X.J." He said and started back off down the hall. He stopped and turned around.
"Oh, by the way, can I see your scar latter?" He sarcastically called to her, his eyes crossed. Xandra laughed at the joke and knocked on the door with her foot to see if anyone was there. Inside the word 'Shit' was muttered and she could hear the doorknob being fumbled with. Then the door slowly opened to expose a girl with a average looking face, lots of freckles and carrot top red hair looking at her with wide brown eyes.
"Yes?"
"Xandra Jryce, I'm your room mate" Xandra said kindly.
"Oh!" The carrot top shot out and opened the door wider to let the other through.
"Here, let Me help you with those" She offered, taking one of the bags from Xandra and nearly dropping it. Xandra inspected the girl. She was petite, small boned and about 5'6.
"Thanks" Xandra said friendly, setting the bag down next to a bed that had nothing but some white sheets on it. The carrot top managed to carry the suit case over to it's mate and set it down.
"Thats a heavy piece of luggage there" The smaller girl said, looking at Xandra.
"I gave you the lite one" Xandra smiled, chuckling.
"My names Marry" Xandra's room mate said, extending her hand. Xandra shook it, making sure her grip wasn't to tight.
"Nice to meet you Marry. My friends call me X.J." Xandra said, letting go of Marry's hand and sitting down on the bed. She noticed Marry was staring at her and raised her eyebrows as though to say 'Yes?'.
"Oh, its just" Marry blurted, her freckled face turning red, "I was just wondering...Well...Well, your--Your--" Merry couldn't bring herself to say it so Xandra finished it for her.
"The girl from Vandton?". Merry turned a deeper shade of red and nodded.
Xandra laughed, many people had asked her but no one had been so damned kind about it.
"Yeah, I am" Xandra said, offering Merry a smile so she wouldn't feel so odd. Merry looked at Xandra, eyeing her posture, her height, her miss-matched eyes, and the way she sat just slightly leaning on her left side so her right wouldn't protest.
"I thought you'd be--More--Well...Crippled" Merry couched out the last word. Xandra laughed.
"Yeah, I get that all the time. Even My own damned mother was surprised by how fast I recovered...Your the first one not to say 'Shorter' by the way" Xandra added, throwing humor into her voice. Merry laughed.
"Well that to" She said, her brown eyes relaxing slightly at the humor in Xandra's tone.
"Tell you what, this room is rather dull" Xandra said, looking around at the drab white walls, white carpeted floor and empty shelves, "What do you say we get to work on it?"
"Sure, and thanks for not being mad at Me, Xandra, for asking you about the thing" Merry said, smiling with a row of perfect white teeth.
"Ha, don't worry about it. And call Me X.J."
"My room mates taller than Me" Aaron said in mock flatness as he inspected the lanky boy who stood at the other end of the room. Stu laughed and patted Aaron on the shoulder.
"Hey, your no shorty boy yourself, Aarro" Stu said, smiling.
"Never call Me that again Stuart" Aaron said, chuckling.
"Just as long as you don't call me 'Stuart' again" Stu shot back, chuckling as well.
"Deal"
"Done". The two boys shook hands for the second time then went to inspecting the room. Drab white, drab empty shelves...Drab drabness.
"This sucks ass" Aaron finally observed.
"They have blow-jobs for asses too these days?" Stu replied, damn near cracking up at his own joke.
"Yeah, its called a fart" Aaron replied, laughing.
"SHIIIIIIT!" The groggy female voice shrieked, followed by a 'thump!'. Xandra shot up, ignoring Merry's giggling at seeing her room mate roll out of bed.
"Its 7:30!!!" Xandra shrieked, flipping through a large pile of cloths at the end of her bed, "Class is in 30 damned minutes!!!! I told you to wake Me up!"
"I know but you had stayed up so late last night doing your homework I felt sorry for you" Merry replied, chuckling as Xandra fell over while trying to get her dark red hair brushed and get into her shoes.
"One thing you have to learn about Me, Merry...DON'T FEEL SORRY FOR ME TO THE POINT YOU MAKE ME LATE FOR CLASS!" Xandra shrieked, limping over to the bathroom. It had been three weeks sense the two girls first met and this was the second time they had this talk.
"I'm so dead, I'm so dead" The taller girl mumbled through a mouthful of toothpaste, coming about of the bathroom, fully dressed. Merry giggled again as she began flipping through things on her small table that surfaced for a banity.
"Mr. Cumming is going to KILL Me!"
"I don't think his conscious would allow him to live with murder, X.J." Merry joked. She was surprised to see Xandra turn around and face her, her eyes totally serious and menacing. For an instant, she felt as though she was in danger. Then Xandra found a scrunchy and zipped back into the bathroom, accidentally slamming into the door.
Stu had already gotten to class with his room mate, Aaron, and smiled as Merry walked into class. The girl was nice, Stu thought. Reminded him a lot of Tatum only with freckles and carrot colored hair.
Mr. Cumming, a man who stood at 5'8 and had shoulder length black hair and a sharp face and was there Film Class teacher, was a different story. There was several professors that Stu had already taken a dislike to and Mr. Cumming was one. Stu was already thinking about killing him.
"Good morning Miss Glass" The black haired man said as Merry entered the room , looking over the rim of his glasses at the girl.
"Good morning Professor" Merry said, taking a seat in front of Stu. Quickly the girl got out a note pad and pen and waited for class to commence.
"Hey, wheres X.J.?" Stu asked, throwing a small balled up piece of paper at the back of Merry's curly head of hair. Merry turned around in her chair and looked into Stu's blue-green eyes with her own dark brown, that Aaron found to be lovely.
"She'll be here in a second. She had a--Crash course in getting up early this morning"
"I heard the shriek as I was passing your door" Stu replied. Aaron cleared his throat and Merry turned her eyes, somewhat shyly, to the other blond. Merry was already forming a crush on Aaron and it was beginning to show. The bell rung and still no sign of Xandra.
"Ah, Miss Jryce, nice of you to join--Are you OK?" The Professor asked, watching as Xandra limped into the room.
"I'm fine, Professor, thank you" Xandra replied embarrassed. Her ankle was slightly red and she made sure not to put much weight on it.
"What happened this time?" Mr. Cumming sighed. Xandra turned red and bowed her head.
"I tripped over a stack of books and hurt My ankle slightly" She mumbled. Mr. Cumming chuckled but at the last moment turned it into a cough and looked up at her.
"Ah yes, something we all have trouble with: Killer book stacks. Next time please watch where your going, now please take your seat...Carefully". Xandra mumbled something that sounded like 'Yes, thank you' and walked to a seat in row next to the one Stu, Merry&Aaron sat in, one chair in front of Stu. He had been keeping an eye on her for some time sense they first met. She was friendly and likeable, but there was something else to her. She always seemed to inspect a corridor before walking down it and always there was suspicion in her eyes when she met someone new. Sure, being in her shoes with a constant reminder that she had almost been filletd and the person who did it was still on the loose was bound to make a person a bit edgy, but she was something else. There was something familiar in her multicolored eyes, a small spark of something that was reflected in his own. She was definitely one to keep an eye on.
"OK class, now that we're all here and seated" Mr. Cumming finally spoke up, standing from behind his desk and walking around it to lean against it, his arms crossed over his somewhat bony chest, "Lets get things started. Now, today is a subject I'm sure all, well most, of you are familiar with: Horror films. What does it take to make a quality horror movie? Lets start with Mr. Marshal, shall we?" The professor said, regarding Stu from over the edge of his thin framed glasses.
Just about the same time Aaron was climbing up the steps, a tall girl who stood at 5'12 with dark red hair and miss-matched light blue and acid green eyes climbed out of a cab as well, dressed in black shorts and a black tank top, her hair done up in a pony tail.
"Thanks again!" She called to the cabby as he drove off, a form of Techno blaring out the windows. Winching at the pain in her right side she bent down and picked up her two suit cases and started to make her way across campus. Nervously her multicolored eyes shot back and forth across the campus, suspicious of everything in sight. It had been a year but still she jumped at every little sound, and still her side and shoulder ached. It sucked being her but on the other hand, being her had it rewards.
Lost in her thoughts, and paying attention to everything except where she was going, she predictably tripped over a student who was stretched out over the campus lawn and fell down, causing her side to damn near tear open with pain. "Watch it!" Scolded a female voice that was much to preppy. The auburn haired girl growled as she got up, her hand clenching her side.
"Sorry" She muttered, picking up her bags and beginning to walk off again. "Yeah, whatever bitch" She could hear the girl mutter from behind her.
Painfully, she made it all the way to the stairs of the building and looked at a woman who was taking down names and assigning rooms.
"Name please?" The brunette asked.
"Jryce, Xandra Jryce" The girl muttered as low as she could. The woman raised an eyebrow at her then looked at her list.
"Your on the 3hrd floor, room no. 108. You room mate just got here herself" The door woman said. Xandra sighed, walking into the doors.
"Yay, a room mate" She sighed sarcastically to herself. More like someone else to ask her what it felt like to have a scythe rammed into your side and shoulder. To ask how it felt to have a killer poised over you, ready to slice through your skull but then change his mind and leave you to bleed to death.
Yay indeed, a room mate.
"Stuart Marshal" She heard a nice sounding male voice behind her announce. She looked over her shoulder and saw a tall, rather lanky looking man in jeans and a black T-shirt with light skin and short blond hair. Beautiful blue-green eyes looked about the place as the woman who had checked Xandra in looked down the list. He looked strongly familiar but she couldn't place her finger on it. Then the man's eyes landed on her and she felt a small blush accrue underneath her jawbones. She offered a grin and turned her head back around and began walking towards a flight of stairs.
"You in room 120 Mr. Marshal. Your room mate has yet to check in" The checking woman said.
"Thanks" Stu said, propping two bags under his arm then picking up two suit cases he walked into the large entrance hall.
Stu looked about the hall, in somewhat awe. He had lived his entire life in Woodsborrow and although it was not entirely backwoods, it was definitely small. Things would take a lot of getting used to here...But then again, that was half the fun of it. The excitement in the air made him feel ready enough to start plotting murder at this very moment. Yes, things was definitely going to be fun here.
Ahead, he saw the dark red headed girl who he had seen eyeing him drop a bag. Score! Chance to meet.
Stu walked up behind the girl just in time to hear her mutter "Bloody hell" to herself. Stu bent down and laid his own luggage on the floor and picked up the suit case the girl was going for.
"Allow Me" Stu said, smiling as he handed the rather heavy suitcase to the girl. He noticed her eyes was multicolored, the right acid green and the left light blue. Interesting. He had seen that eye color mixture before, along with the dark red hair.
"Thanks" She said, taking the suitcase from him.
"Thats a heavy suitcase, whatcha got in there? Bricks?" Stu asked jokingly, his trademark smile spread across his lips.
"Yeah, thats exactly it...Or at least feels like it" The red-head replied. Stu noticed she winched as she bent over to pick up her other suitcase.
"You alright?" The tall blond asked, his voice serious.
"Yeah I'm fine. Just a old battle wound" She said. Stu liked this girl, she wasn't the usual preppy, air headed type by what he gathered so far.
"Names Stu Marshal" Stu offerd, extending his hand. He chuckled as The girl started to take it then realized she had a bag in her hand. Sighing, she set down the bag and took his hand.
"Xandra Jryce, friends call Me X.J." She said, firmly shaking his hand.
Shit that was it! This was the girl from Vandton last year! She looked so much shorter on TV. And definitely prettier in real life. But also, there was something in those multicolored eyes that had always made him wonder about her. That same something was much stronger in real life.
"Ah, thought you looked familiar" Stu said in a matter-of-fact tone, picking his own bags back up. Xandra sighed.
"Yeah its Me, old 'Survived-a-gutting' Herself. Please don't be like the others and ask for Me to show you My scar" She said. Stu giggled. Now that he thought of it, he guessed that being the soul survivor of a double-homicide could be nagging when it came to spectators.
"Don't worry I wont" Stu assured the tall girl, "I can see how after a year that can get old".
"Oh boy can it ever!" Xandra replied in a "I-know-it-all-to-well" voice as they started walking down a hall. Xandra finally seemed to notice the fact they was walking down the same hall together and looked up at Stu.
"Where you headed?" Xandra asked, blowing a stan of hair out from in front of her eyes.
"Room 120, yourself? Stu asked.
"108".
"Ha! We're right down the hall from one another, guess I'll be seeing you around a lot"
"I guess so" Xandra replied. She had been carrying her luggage way to long by now, as she had walked all the way to the buss station earlier, and her side was beginning to pound, not to mention her shoulder. It was hard trying to cover up the fact you was in pain and stay polite at the same time.
"Heres your room" Stu said bringing her back to reality. She smiled at the blond, who in turn had his own lovely smile on. Slowly she was starting to realize how handsome he was.
"Thanks. My room mates supposed to be here sooo--"
"I get the picture, I need to get set My own bags down before My arms break "Stu said, "See ya latter"
"Yeah, same here. Nice meeting you Stu" Xandra said, smiling even wider.
"You to, X.J." He said and started back off down the hall. He stopped and turned around.
"Oh, by the way, can I see your scar latter?" He sarcastically called to her, his eyes crossed. Xandra laughed at the joke and knocked on the door with her foot to see if anyone was there. Inside the word 'Shit' was muttered and she could hear the doorknob being fumbled with. Then the door slowly opened to expose a girl with a average looking face, lots of freckles and carrot top red hair looking at her with wide brown eyes.
"Yes?"
"Xandra Jryce, I'm your room mate" Xandra said kindly.
"Oh!" The carrot top shot out and opened the door wider to let the other through.
"Here, let Me help you with those" She offered, taking one of the bags from Xandra and nearly dropping it. Xandra inspected the girl. She was petite, small boned and about 5'6.
"Thanks" Xandra said friendly, setting the bag down next to a bed that had nothing but some white sheets on it. The carrot top managed to carry the suit case over to it's mate and set it down.
"Thats a heavy piece of luggage there" The smaller girl said, looking at Xandra.
"I gave you the lite one" Xandra smiled, chuckling.
"My names Marry" Xandra's room mate said, extending her hand. Xandra shook it, making sure her grip wasn't to tight.
"Nice to meet you Marry. My friends call me X.J." Xandra said, letting go of Marry's hand and sitting down on the bed. She noticed Marry was staring at her and raised her eyebrows as though to say 'Yes?'.
"Oh, its just" Marry blurted, her freckled face turning red, "I was just wondering...Well...Well, your--Your--" Merry couldn't bring herself to say it so Xandra finished it for her.
"The girl from Vandton?". Merry turned a deeper shade of red and nodded.
Xandra laughed, many people had asked her but no one had been so damned kind about it.
"Yeah, I am" Xandra said, offering Merry a smile so she wouldn't feel so odd. Merry looked at Xandra, eyeing her posture, her height, her miss-matched eyes, and the way she sat just slightly leaning on her left side so her right wouldn't protest.
"I thought you'd be--More--Well...Crippled" Merry couched out the last word. Xandra laughed.
"Yeah, I get that all the time. Even My own damned mother was surprised by how fast I recovered...Your the first one not to say 'Shorter' by the way" Xandra added, throwing humor into her voice. Merry laughed.
"Well that to" She said, her brown eyes relaxing slightly at the humor in Xandra's tone.
"Tell you what, this room is rather dull" Xandra said, looking around at the drab white walls, white carpeted floor and empty shelves, "What do you say we get to work on it?"
"Sure, and thanks for not being mad at Me, Xandra, for asking you about the thing" Merry said, smiling with a row of perfect white teeth.
"Ha, don't worry about it. And call Me X.J."
"My room mates taller than Me" Aaron said in mock flatness as he inspected the lanky boy who stood at the other end of the room. Stu laughed and patted Aaron on the shoulder.
"Hey, your no shorty boy yourself, Aarro" Stu said, smiling.
"Never call Me that again Stuart" Aaron said, chuckling.
"Just as long as you don't call me 'Stuart' again" Stu shot back, chuckling as well.
"Deal"
"Done". The two boys shook hands for the second time then went to inspecting the room. Drab white, drab empty shelves...Drab drabness.
"This sucks ass" Aaron finally observed.
"They have blow-jobs for asses too these days?" Stu replied, damn near cracking up at his own joke.
"Yeah, its called a fart" Aaron replied, laughing.
"SHIIIIIIT!" The groggy female voice shrieked, followed by a 'thump!'. Xandra shot up, ignoring Merry's giggling at seeing her room mate roll out of bed.
"Its 7:30!!!" Xandra shrieked, flipping through a large pile of cloths at the end of her bed, "Class is in 30 damned minutes!!!! I told you to wake Me up!"
"I know but you had stayed up so late last night doing your homework I felt sorry for you" Merry replied, chuckling as Xandra fell over while trying to get her dark red hair brushed and get into her shoes.
"One thing you have to learn about Me, Merry...DON'T FEEL SORRY FOR ME TO THE POINT YOU MAKE ME LATE FOR CLASS!" Xandra shrieked, limping over to the bathroom. It had been three weeks sense the two girls first met and this was the second time they had this talk.
"I'm so dead, I'm so dead" The taller girl mumbled through a mouthful of toothpaste, coming about of the bathroom, fully dressed. Merry giggled again as she began flipping through things on her small table that surfaced for a banity.
"Mr. Cumming is going to KILL Me!"
"I don't think his conscious would allow him to live with murder, X.J." Merry joked. She was surprised to see Xandra turn around and face her, her eyes totally serious and menacing. For an instant, she felt as though she was in danger. Then Xandra found a scrunchy and zipped back into the bathroom, accidentally slamming into the door.
Stu had already gotten to class with his room mate, Aaron, and smiled as Merry walked into class. The girl was nice, Stu thought. Reminded him a lot of Tatum only with freckles and carrot colored hair.
Mr. Cumming, a man who stood at 5'8 and had shoulder length black hair and a sharp face and was there Film Class teacher, was a different story. There was several professors that Stu had already taken a dislike to and Mr. Cumming was one. Stu was already thinking about killing him.
"Good morning Miss Glass" The black haired man said as Merry entered the room , looking over the rim of his glasses at the girl.
"Good morning Professor" Merry said, taking a seat in front of Stu. Quickly the girl got out a note pad and pen and waited for class to commence.
"Hey, wheres X.J.?" Stu asked, throwing a small balled up piece of paper at the back of Merry's curly head of hair. Merry turned around in her chair and looked into Stu's blue-green eyes with her own dark brown, that Aaron found to be lovely.
"She'll be here in a second. She had a--Crash course in getting up early this morning"
"I heard the shriek as I was passing your door" Stu replied. Aaron cleared his throat and Merry turned her eyes, somewhat shyly, to the other blond. Merry was already forming a crush on Aaron and it was beginning to show. The bell rung and still no sign of Xandra.
"Ah, Miss Jryce, nice of you to join--Are you OK?" The Professor asked, watching as Xandra limped into the room.
"I'm fine, Professor, thank you" Xandra replied embarrassed. Her ankle was slightly red and she made sure not to put much weight on it.
"What happened this time?" Mr. Cumming sighed. Xandra turned red and bowed her head.
"I tripped over a stack of books and hurt My ankle slightly" She mumbled. Mr. Cumming chuckled but at the last moment turned it into a cough and looked up at her.
"Ah yes, something we all have trouble with: Killer book stacks. Next time please watch where your going, now please take your seat...Carefully". Xandra mumbled something that sounded like 'Yes, thank you' and walked to a seat in row next to the one Stu, Merry&Aaron sat in, one chair in front of Stu. He had been keeping an eye on her for some time sense they first met. She was friendly and likeable, but there was something else to her. She always seemed to inspect a corridor before walking down it and always there was suspicion in her eyes when she met someone new. Sure, being in her shoes with a constant reminder that she had almost been filletd and the person who did it was still on the loose was bound to make a person a bit edgy, but she was something else. There was something familiar in her multicolored eyes, a small spark of something that was reflected in his own. She was definitely one to keep an eye on.
"OK class, now that we're all here and seated" Mr. Cumming finally spoke up, standing from behind his desk and walking around it to lean against it, his arms crossed over his somewhat bony chest, "Lets get things started. Now, today is a subject I'm sure all, well most, of you are familiar with: Horror films. What does it take to make a quality horror movie? Lets start with Mr. Marshal, shall we?" The professor said, regarding Stu from over the edge of his thin framed glasses.
