With school and work fucking me up, I might not be updating as frequently as I used to.
It's funny how I can see the sun rising and there's approximately 3 hours 'till school starts. I hate sleep. It's something I can live without.
I'm hungry.
Meanwhile Part 5: Mandy
One half-hour of The Early November later, Squee dragged himself off of the bus. He turned up his mp3. The Early November blasted into his ears as he entered the school.
The school was full of human defects. He could see the filth emitting from their mouths, their actions. He could sense their glowers as he passed them by.
A burning hatred bubbled inside of Squee as he ascended the stairs to the second floor. The Early November echoed throughout the wide hallway.
More stares.
More whispers.
Talking behind his back.
Squee could hear every word they were trying to hide from him, and it made him sick.
"Hola amigo." A deep, slightly raspy voice erupted from behind and Squee whirled around to see a boy about his height, with wild, spiky, almost Mohican hair and dangerous crimson eyes. His skin was ghastly pale, as if he never been outside under the sun before, but no one seemed to notice. Two medium sized horns curled out from the top of his forehead.
Squee gave him a small smirk. Pepito.
"Hey Pepito." He said quietly. Pepito joined in Squee's mini adventure to his locker. Once they arrived, Squee quickly spun out his combination on the lock and pulled the door open.
"I haven't seen you at school lately." Squee blurted out, breaking the awkward silence. Pepito gave a shrill cackle, frightening any nearby students.
"Ah well, you know my father these days. Lately there have been more souls to burn and he couldn't handle the load by himself, so he asked me to help." The anti-Christ replied casually. Squee nodded in understanding. After getting what he needed, he shoved the binders and books into his schoolbag and slammed the door shut. He spun the lock again to secure it.
"So amigo, anything new with you?" Pepito asked. Squee shrugged his shoulders, which have broadened a bit over the years. His eyes darkened for a moment as they began walking to the foyer, the pinpoint hangout section of most of the school's student population. Once they got there, his metallic grey eyes began scanning the crowd.
Where was she?
"Uh, amigo…are you listening to me?" Pepito's voice wasn't enough to penetrate Squee's determination to find her. After another few long seconds of awkward silence between them, Squee's expression suddenly lit up. Pepito raised a crooked eyebrow.
"Amigo…?"
He found her.
She was standing a few feet away with a small group of friends. All of them were dressed in black and plaid adorned with studs and chains.
She had long, honey coloured hair that flowed gracefully from her head to her back. Black wispy highlights were only visible when she flicked her hair around, which was most of the time. Her sparkling, almond shaped sapphire eyes glowed with an enchanting innocence, but once provoked the innocence melts away, revealing the sparking flame behind. She was tall, about his height, with a lean body frame, the body of a natural athlete. She loved volleyball. He sometimes saw her skateboarding, but he could tell that she was a beginner. She was always falling, but of course she never took her faults seriously. She'd be on her ass with scraped knees and everything, laughing her head off.
She hated conformity, though sometimes with her friends they looked like a little gang of punk/scenester clones.
Her poetry was amazing. She always had the best ones in class and often the teacher would pester her to come up to the front to read her latest creation.
Amanda. Amanda Harper.
But everyone called her Mandy.
She-
"AMIGO!" Pepito was practically shrieking now, but luckily the foyer was already loud with many other conversations, so nobody didn't care to stare at the odd looking teen with mini horns sticking out of his head. Squee turned to stare exasperatingly at his friend.
"What is it Pepito?" Squee asked, annoyed. He turned around to look for Mandy again, only to realize that she disappeared, along with her friends.
"What were you looking at?" Pepito asked suspiciously. He looked over Squee's shoulder to stare in Squee's direction. Squee pushed Pepito's head away and glared at him. His eyes now resembled sheets of cold grey ice.
"What, what did I do?" Pepito asked, pointing to himself. Squee rolled his eyes and told him that it was nothing. Pepito raised his eyebrow again and opened his mouth to protest, but the bell rang just in time.
"Well, there goes the bell. See you at lunch Pepito." Squee mumbled quickly, and raced off to his homeroom, leaving a very confused child of Satan standing alone in the middle of the foyer among the bustling crowd of rushing students.