I sat at the stool of Pop's diner. Surely puzzled at the heavy feeling rushing towards every inch of my body. I don't have a plan set on my agenda to place father in jail—it was certainly unlikely. I huffed in annoyance at the dull mind of mine, why can't I come up with a quite simple plan? I'm Cheryl Blossom—I destruct people with my dominant words. I surely need inspiration... If, I can use something or...
The door rang and I shifted my head and found a Serpent.
Or, I can use someone in particular. A southside Smurfette. I smiled in victory.
I slowly jotted down the "nickname" of the Serpent. A strong perfume filled the place aroma, I almost gagged—but was stopped by the shimmering pink-ish, familiar, hair making a friction upon my face.
"Cheryl." A soft voice greeted.
I looked at her with my hair splattered all over my face due to the unwelcome presence from the girl.
"Are you stalking me? Leave me alone." My defense mechanism booted in.
"I'm not stalking you." She stated whilst ordering a strawberry milkshake.
"Typical that much?" I commented, batting my eye over her milkshake and her hair.
She gulped the milkshake. "You should say that to yourself."
I dismissed her comment.
"Why must you sit in this particular seat?" I questioned, avoiding her gaze.
"I came here to..." She hesitated. "To apologize from yesterday."
I blinked rapidly. I shifted my head toward her gaze.
"Well, go on Queen of Buskers." I smirked.
She stood up, clinging to her accessory that must have fallen off.
"Never mind." She strolled away, not leaving any farewell look.
I sat there, my eyes engrossed at the door that has been shut by the Southside Serpent. I didn't recognize that everything felt heavily depressed—more than before. I instantly frowned, not knowing the reason behind this sudden feelings. I felt the need to apologize.
...
I laid the clothes in my bed, preparing the outfit that is acceptable for my mother and the school. I snagged a glance at my agenda and picked it up—I rushed the pages and recognized my hideous entries. I stopped at a page that has my little lists to place my father in hell.
I must have plans. The video that father shot Jason in the head had vanished, when father simultaneously took it out of my hands. I must find it.
I set the agenda in my drawer and carefully tucked it in with my clothes.
The doorknob squeaked and I widened my eyes. I swiftly grabbed a chair and settle it under the doorknob. I breathed heavily—mommy and daddy are at some business meeting and Nana Rose was lurking and engrossed on Jason's room. It's profoundly impossible that she'll get out, she can't even walk!
"Who's there?" I manage to squeak out.
The noise stopped and the footstep had echoed down the hallway.
I might be insane.
...
"Anyone who is aspiring to join River Vixens is welcome for try-outs. Starting today and tomorrow." I announced. "Bye-bye, kisses to all."
The intercom squeaked as I shut it off. I walked out of the principal office and flicked my hair out of my shoulders. I caught a glance of the Smurfette and I abruptly stopped at my tracks. I silently walked in front of the doorway, hiding on the side.
What could she be possibly doing?
A white flash flashed my eye—the windows blinds are open causing the outside prospect to look flawless. The Smurfette was taking snaps of the scenery outside—I was in awe. The girl sighs and set her camera down. She suddenly turned and immediately caught her gaze at the doorway. I gasped and walked away.
"Cheryl?" The familiar voice stopped my tracks.
I turned in her direction with my bright smile.
"Uh, did you just see me in the classroom?" Toni asked.
"Why would I take a glance at worthless Serpents?" I rolled my eyes.
She smirks with her eyebrow-raising.
"You're welcome to see me taking pictures. Honestly, I would like an audience." She invited walking back to the room.
I stood there my feet frozen. Why does she seem calm? She seems mad when I offended her last time...
My feet automatically transferred at the direction of the classroom—where Smurfette is at. I entered the classroom, silently—but it didn't seem silent when Toni cast a glance at me. She swiftly took a quick snap at my monotone face.