Authors Note: I updated twice today! I made this chapter short simply because the name does not match if I were to add more to it. Therefore, I updated twice.
As for the football player mentioned by the quote later in here, PM me if you want to know who it is.
Chapter Three: Monition
Rachael sat under one of the trees by the ten foot iron rod fence in the courtyard for the lunchtime break. It was always peaceful under that tree, seeing as no one ever came that far too from the school. Most people are late because they visited it, but Rachael had this funny way of getting from one place to another faster than anyone else; she walked at a fast pace while others walked without a care in the world. Being the daughter of a mob boss meant to always be paranoid and walk fast; a fast moving target is hard to hit.
She was not sitting there idly. Rachael kept her eyes trained to the building windows crossed from her. She couldn't help but feel like she was being watched from one of them.
She got up and walked back to the closest door and entered the library, which was the oldest part of the private high school. Apparently every morning when the librarian came in the books about World War I and the Great Depression were scattered on the floor.
She called bullshit on it, but it was exciting to hear about strange things at her high school.
Earlier she had put her book, "Into the dark" in her locker so a new book was needed to ease her mind. She picked up a fat book and began to read the back cover, but Garfield Logan casually walked up to her. That alone told her something was wrong.
"Hey Rae, I noticed you were all alone on this fine day. I believe it's your birthday today, is it not?" He glanced at her with huge brown puppy dog eyes, he had worked on that since the second grade and hardly anyone could resist. Sadly for him, Rachael was one of those few.
"Yes, Garfield, it is. And if you ever call me Rae again I will twist your arm up your own ass," Rachael snarled, making Garfield turn pale and shrink in size.
DING! The bell blared.
Rachael, silently praising the bell for saving her, put the book back with haste and took off at her insane pace to her next class, which was Trigonometry with Mr. Cuttler.
Victor Stone raced up behind Rachael and called to her.
"Rachael! Wait a sec!" She stopped and turned to see the star quarterback approach.
Victors chocolate eyes made him look intimidating, but his smile often softened those who were standoffish of him. His black shirt had neon green letting that read "You Mad Bro?" Rachael thought it looked familiar, then she remembered a certain football player who had been boasting about their big win to the player on the other team by saying that line. It caused her to smirk.
"Hey Vic; what's up?"
"Hey, will you tell Calculator that I will be late; I'm helping Mr. Dayton with moving the chairs in the auditorium."
She and her friends had nicknamed Mr. Cuttler "Calculator" simply because he could spit out numbers accurately for any problem within seconds.
"Yeah, sure. Later," She waved as she watched him jog for the big glass doors that lead to the auditorium.
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Back with Richard, he was having a hard time getting rid of a few people. One blonde chick with more revealing clothing than allowed at school was Katherine Moth, or Kitten for short. The other stalker was Kami Anders, Kori Anders older sister. Kori Anders was a good friend to both Richard and Rachael and she had a growing love for Richard, even though he DIDN't feel the same. At all.
Kami and Kitten were known as the bitches of the school; if you got on their bad side they would ruin you.
"Hey richy-poo! I was asking you if you wanted to go to Sadie Hawkins?! You are completely ignoring me!" Kitten turned red from anger and stomped her foot once.
"Katherine, no; I don't want to go to that stupid dance with you. I have to go; the bell rang."
Richard weaved past the furious Kitten, her plush pink dress pounced as she sprinted away crying with her pink cell phone already in hand; probably calling her daddy.
Richard shook his head and headed towards the restroom. Kami, who had stood beside Kitten, stood mouth agape and wide eyed at Dicks response. She slowly turned away, stunned that Dick was capable of living up to his name.
Once in the restroom, he promptly rinsed his face and sighed; the day was only half over, and he felt that at this rate, today was going to be a complete disaster. He reached blindly for the paper towels and dabbed his face dry. As he threw the towel away, a loud, reserved bell pulsed. But it didn't stop at one ring; it continued to vibrate the walls with earsplitting intent. A voice rose from the intercom down the hall.
Dick, covering his ears, stumbled into the hall to catch what the lady said.
"…Not a drill…Find the nearest…Do not panic…Repeat, this is not…" The bell drowned out most of the voice, but he had heard enough to know that shit was real.
The school was under attack.