Disclaimer: Fear Street is owned by R.L. Stine or Scholastic. Celia Cortez owned by me.
A series of drabbles centered around a couple of original characters created by me, before and after a major storyline of mine which hasn't yet flowered. This will also include plot threads which I may or may not incorporate in the main story. I mean, it's fanfiction. First, some character info.
1. Nails
Shadyshide High
Celia tapped, tapped, tapped on her desk, listening to Mr. Cavanaugh blather on about the meaning of the word "esoteric".
Rrrrrrrrriiiiiiinnnnngggggg!
Went the bell. Celia sighed after her long waiting for the end of the day. As she put her books inside her bag, she felt her nail snag on something.
RIP!
"Ow! Damn it."
Great, she now had some frayed strands of cloth fibers stuck to an unkempt cuticle on her right hand. And God knows how annoying it is to try and get them off.
"Come on, come on…" she said to herself, still in her desk, trying to get the cloth threads off her nail. No matter how many times she tried she couldn't completely grasp onto them, so no matter how many times she pulled there was still some of the threads left.
"Class is OVER, Ms. Cortez." Mr. Cavanaugh chided her, as he was putting his own books away.
Annoyed at his tone, Celia went to the bathroom to try and wash the remaining threads off her nail. That just made them damp, and worse.
She tried pulling them off again in the near desolate hallways, with most of the students having cleared out.
"Come on, you stupid…" she cursed under her breath, unfortunately she just managed to tear the cuticle even further.
"Ow! Son of a-"
Having had enough, Celia's eyes began to glow red as her nails elongated into claws. Gritting her teeth, she snarled and ran her hand across a row of lockers.
"GET OFF!"
That seemed to do it.
"Finally! That was driving me nuts." Celia said, much calmer now. She walked down the halls with book bag slung over her shoulder, past a long line of shredded locker doors.
The next day, school was cancelled. The newspapers read "WILD ANIMAL LET LOOSE IN HIGH SCHOOL". Apparently, some kind of lion or tiger escaped from the zoo, got inside the high school, and tore up a row of lockers.
2. New Kid
"Class, this is Adrian Cedarman, a new student." Mrs. Kittrix introduced to her homeroom early in the school morning. The new student was pale with long brown hair and hazy blue eyes.
"Now then, I'd like one of you to show Adrian around the school. Any volunteers?" Mrs. Kittrix asked.
Hands went up, but everyone was shocked when Celia raised hers.
"Ms. Cortez, how surprising." The teacher said, eyebrow raised. Everyone looked a bit shocked at the idea of Celia Cortez being friendly. She smiled to the new kid, he smiled back.
…
"Hold on a minute, I've just gotta get something out of my locker." Celia explained to Adrian, the new kid, as she started searching into her locker in the empty hallway. "So, what school did you go to school before Shadyside?"
"Oh, I went to a school called Tilburg Private School." Adrian said.
"Oh really? So did I! Tell me, how's Coach Cochran doing? Is his bum knee still bothering him?" Celia asked.
"Oh yeah, you know how he is. Total jerk." Adrian said.
"Yes, he is. Would you hold this a minute?" Celia asked, holding him something wrapped in newspaper.
Adrian, a bit confused, unwrapped… a hand mirror. Which had no reflection in it. Including that of his fangs sliding down.
Celia held up a super-soaker and cocked it at him.
"Coach Cochran's a woman." Celia said, and began spraying him with holy water. The boy shrieked in pain as he melted into a puddle of wet clothes and dust.
"I swear to God this gets too easy." Celia sighed as she swept up the remains of a vampire boy.