Chapter two- life after two months
"Hey, come to the hardware store with me Krishta. I'm sick of this pastel pink piece of crap called our home. I want your opinion on colors." "Only on one condition." "And what might that be?" "STOP CALLING ME KRISHTA, DAMMIT!" Krishta yelled from her room. "Okay, Okay! You don't have ta yell…" "Yeah I do! It's the only way to get you ta listen!" "Oh. That's true. Hahahaha! Fine then, wuddya want me to call you?"
"Just call me Krisha…actually, call me Krish." She replied, walking out of her room. She went over to the door and grabbed her clunky knee-high boots with chains a buckles. She quickly pulled them on over her red & black striped tights, one of her matching arm warmers getting caught on a chain. "Crap! Hold on a sec Trix, I've been captured by my boots!" Trixie laughed. "Do I need to get the scissors again?" Krisha scoffed. "Of course not! I'm perfectly capable of freeing myself from m…. WHOA! " Krisha yelped as she toppled over sideways. "What were you gonna say there Krish? Something about being able to free yourself from your shoe?" Krisha stuck her tongue out at her foster-sister, laughing as she did so, "Oh shut it Trixie! Great! Now my pirate shorts are stuck in the zipper! Dammit!" Trixie just pointed and laughed at her foster-sister's misfortune. "You loser!" she gasped out between laughs.
About fifteen minutes and one pair scissors later, Trixie and Krisha were browsing through paint. "Hmm…what if we painted it this super dark purple, painted white stars on the house, then did the trim and shutters black?" "How about not, Krish. I was thinking of painting the house a dark gray and painting lines to make it look like the house is cracking and paint is peeling off." "That's even better! Then we could paint the trim and shutters a dark brown or black." "Yeah, that'd be perfect!" "Oh! Trixie, we could take one of the shutters after it's painted and reposition it so it's really crooked, like it's falling of." "That'd be cool! All right, I think this is all the paint we need. Let's go!" Trixie and Krisha went up to the counter to pay for their paint. The cashier took one look at them and cringed. The cashier woman was, of course, your average Suburbian, clad in her school cheerleading uniform, her blond hair in a ponytail, a work apron over the uniform. "Is this…all for you two?" Trixie grinned maliciously. "No…I want your heart! Muahahahaha!" she cackled evilly. The poor, dumb cashier shrieked in terror and ducked under the counter. Trixie and Krisha burst into peals of laughter at the cashier's reaction. "Calm…Down! Giggles She's just kidding!" Krisha burst into more laughter as the girl poked her head out from under the counter. She stood up slowly then quickly scanned their stuff. "That'llbe61. 72please!" she squeaked. Trixie paid for the paint and they left, still laughing hysterically.
"Hey, Trix?" "Yeah Krish?" "You go on ahead. I'm gonna wonder around town a bit. I still need to explore some." "All right, Krish. Just be home by at least 11. We'll start painting tomorrow afternoon, k?" "Peachy. I should be back by then. It's only, what, 5:00?" Krisha laughed. Trixie pouted. "This place is bigger than ya think, Krish. Ya could get lost, so there!" Trixie hopped into the car before Krisha could say anything.
Shaking her head, Krisha walked down the street. Her army print messenger bag slapped against her legs as she walked, taking in all the shops and houses she past. All pastel colored houses, of course, and the shops too. 'Man! This really creeps me out!' she thought, a chill going down her spine. 'It's almost as creepy as Donna constantly hitting on Trixie and me! Damm lesbian!' ((My character Krisha and I hold nothing against lesbians; it's just that Donna is ALWAYS trying to convince Trixie and Krisha to sleep with her. I have quite a few lesbian friends so I really do like lesbians/gay guys. -) )) As Krisha wandered she didn't realize that she was nearing the edge of the town, towards the large creepy mansion. When she was about two blocks from the mansion she noticed two boys from her school walking towards her. 'Great. Jason and Jerald, the twin jocks. Just what I need.' She thought bitterly. Jason and Jerald stopped directly in front of her, leering down at her. "Well, well. If it isn't our little town misfit, Scorn." Jason grinned cynically. Krisha glared at him. "Get the bloody hell out of my way you stupid demon spawn, or I'll drag you to a lake, shove you under and hold your heads till you both drown!"
The boys scoffed. "OoOo! Feisty are we? Hmmm. I'm kind of bored, aren't you Jason?" Jerald ask maliciously, eyes gleaming. Krisha decided right then and there to leave, AS FAST AS POSSIBLE. She whipped around quickly, taking off down the street as fast as her pale, stocky legs would carry her.
Apparently it wasn't fast enough.
