Bloody Samara

Long time no see, my lovelies; but yes, I've decided to continue Bloody Samara first before the other two because I've suddenly got a burst of inspiration. Let's just pretend this part of the story happened in the movie but it was never mentioned, or maybe just view it as a fraud information file. Whichever's funner for you all to imagine, really. Thanks for the reviews and support, you all! You're all my motivation for writing these stories! Yay for reviewers!

All right, so the story continues after Samara's birthday... so, we'll pick up on that and skip a week ahead from there; on Richard's second warning. Sadly, I haven't got the symbols I used for the sections from the last chapter, so I'll use another one from now on. Here's the awaited third chapter of Bloody Samara.

III: ... School?

I can't believe it.

My father is making me socialise with the other children as my punishment from last week.

As far as I remember, this is how the conversation went:

"Samara," my father growled, still pissed by that incident after my birthday, "we're going to have to sort your attitude out. Your mother and I have assigned you to attend the secondary school on the island so you can get some sociality lessons, and maybe earn a friend." I could hear him mutter, 'If they'd even want you.' under his breath. All I did was stare at him unblinkingly and then turn around and walk off as if he never said his 'decision.'

"I'm not finished with you, yet!" he crows, yanking my arm and turning me around to face him once more. "Now, Samara, you have to promise me that you'll be good in this school, and stop it with the freaky demented only child shit, or so help me, you'll really regret it." He stared at me with an intense hate, not expecting me to deny him because he believed I was scared of him or something. Well, guess what, Richy? I'm not scared of you.

So I only shrugged and pried my arm away from his grasp and walked away, once again ignoring his demands and orders, like I usually do, only hearing the vague echo of his mutterings, "She'll be the death of us..."

Then again, I don't think you can really catagorize it as a 'conversation' because a conversation is a two-way thing, and as far I had recalled, he was the only one doing the talking; or the shouting in this case.

Oh, Richy, you blithering fool, you. Do you really think I'll actually listen to your commands like you're my fucking superior or something, just because you're my 'father?' Guess what, Richy? I no longer think of you as my father, not that you would really give a shit either way, but as plain old Richard. Grumpy old Richard. Richard the shit.

I'm still seeing those fucking images. They really piss me off; I've been having hangover-like headache's all week since they first began. It's currently midnight, and my parents (or rather, my mother and Richard) are both asleep, after I had to hear them argue for hours on end about me going to school. In the end, Richard won the argument after convincing my mother that a bit of social activity would do me good. Set me straight.

If anything; he's the one who needs to be set straight. He's the fucking maniac, not me.

Unfortunately, I have to go to the second Hellhole on Earth known as school tomorrow. And it's starting in less than eight hours, so I have to get some sleep now. Oh, the joy of it all!

I'm currently at 'school.'

It's absolutely boring here. And they say it was supposed to be enjoyable and fun?

Who the fuck made that shit up? I'm going to hit them with a baseball bat when I find out.

The reason I know about the 'positive traits of education' is because I had watched a television show about it while my parents were out. Richard was out in the barn, looking after the horses, while Mother was out shopping. It was a rather entertaining teleivision show, to be honest. I think it was in a series of a sort. A group of teenagers were walking around the school building and were having lots of fun at the place. False advertising, if you ask me.

I yawn silently, covering my mouth with one hand while I do so. I'm getting really odd looks in my direction. Maybe it's because of the slap Richard gave me that still hasn't faded away; maybe it's because I'm the only one who's really not interested in whatever the teacher's reading; or maybe it's because they're starting to realise that the rumoured psychopath is actually attending their school, and is in their very classroom. Creepy thought, huh?

"Miss Morgan?" yes, Miss Who-is-really-annoying-me-right-now? "Miss Morgan, are you even listening?" Naw, how did you guess? I mean, it's not like I'm staring out the window and completely ignoring everything you might have to say, and I didn't just yawn in utter boredom under twenty seconds ago.

"Hmm?" I answer with disinterest, wishing I was back home right now. The incredibly annoying lady looks at me.

"See me after class, Miss Morgan." She says plainly before turning her attention back to the rest of the class, and a bright smile reappears on her face. Am I just imagining it, or was her expression completely lifeless when she looked at me? Stupid bitch... I ignore this fact, and resume to drawing like I had done ten minutes ago.

One word: Ew.

I had just found out that babies fall out from the big hole under a girl's body. How the hell do the babies squeeze out of that small hole; and more importantly, how the hell did they get in there in the first place?

Apparently, when a boy and a girl love each other very much; they perform the 'special hug' and that somehow manages to transmit the baby from the boy and into the girl. One more thing that confuses me:

... Why is the 'special hug' performed naked?

Right now, I am standing in front of the teacher's desk, waiting for her to say something. From what I've heard, 'seeing teachers after class' means standing by and waiting for them to talk to you. But this braindead bimbo obviously doesn't know that. All she's doing is rummaging around in her drawers, looking for something.

Finally, she speaks. "Miss Morgan... I'm concerned about what your father has told me," son of a bitch, he told her little scandals about me? "and I believe that he's wrong, but from your impression on your first day, I must say that it's starting to make me convinced that he was right," right? About what? Did he..., "about you being incredibly unsocial." Oh. "But from what's been happening today, and all the glances that have been drawn to you, I can't say I'm surprised about you not wanting to socialise. Just remember; if you have any problems with school or at home, you can tell me, all right?" she finishes her speech with a smile. And it's genuine. Maybe she's not so bad after all, but I'm still not depending on her to be my saviour or anything.

I only nod slowly, and her smile brightens. "I'll see you tomorrow, Samara." She says pleasantly as I walk away.

Once I arrive at home, Richard approaches me. "So, how did your first day go? Did you stir up any mischief?" he asks, his eyes gleaming in delight for another reason to punish me. I just look at him in the eyes blankly and speak.

"It went fine. The teacher is going to help me with my 'social problems' and she thinks you're wrong for telling her all those bullshit stories about me." I say to him without blinking once and then once again walk away from him.

I can sense he's not going to be happy about me speaking to him like that; and I know I'm going to be punished for it later. But you know what?

I really don't give a shit.

Woo! Finally done Chapter Three! Sorry it's so short, but I'm trying to keep the school plotline going for another few chapters at least so it needs to be divided into seperate sections. So, what do you think of that?

A) Keep the plot going for another two or so chapters; and mention every detail while it happens

or

B) Get back to the original plotline within the next chapter and write the details as memoirs recalled by Samara?

Thanks for being so patient! I wuv you all!

By the way; to the reviewers who had commented:

Hikara Kokoi : As you wish, my master. :-P Thanks! And I did so! Aren't I a good little raven child? Won't you pet me and tell me how good I am for finally updating after months of serious writer's block :-D Again, thanks!

Kyuubi no Kitsune9 : Thank you! I came up with the talking television due to the whole Spirit within the Television theory in The Poltergeist, so I wanted to experiment with that. Yeah; in both of the movies, she seems obsessed with having a mother of her own so it was fun to write about. The sarcasm was just something I thought would be quite a humourous twist to the story because I was fed up of the constant 'Naive little girl is having problems she cannot control' idea. Besides, I think that Samara would be a lot more sarcastic in reality than it was put on.

Kari Cradlegrave : Thank you! Well, since her father hated her in the film, it would make a lot more sense if he was a bastard to her while she was still human and not-so-threatening to mankind. Oh! It's no problem. I'm glad that I helped you, and take my advice: if you want to find the true images on the tape, do not watch Scary Movie 3 because it's just completely off-target, though hilarious as it is.

XoKiSSyKoX : Very much appreciated. Will do! Can you pet me, too, for being so good and finally updating after months of empty promises? Pwetty pwease? (halo appears innocently over head.)

xxThisLoVeDiEs2Dayxx : Indeed! Fucking Richard! Heheh, I'm glad it made you laugh, and so, there was chapter three for you to enjoy and probably laugh at. (wide smile is plastered onto face.)

As it may have mentioned in my profile, yes, I am a girl. And to the female viewer (some who I might have flirted with... (bats eyelashes adoringly at reviewers)), no, I'm not a bisexual, I'm just very, very playful. Besides, if I can't flirt with boys because my boyfriend might get upset, who says I can't flirt with girls? It's all good.

I hope you all liked Samara's current rebellious attitude, because you're going to be seeing it very often from now on. And since I'm still having that spark of inspiration, chances are I'll update very, very soon if not the day after this chapter.

Buh-bye for now!

Raven Kinn.

(The raven-being with a funny surname)