Alrighty, here be it! Well, this is me typing (xXDoodlyDooXx) this chapter in April's point of veiw.
NOTE: I AM AWARE OF MY CRAPPY SPELLING. MY PUTER HAS NO SPELL CHECK. JUST BARE WITH ME.
Umm, we are gonna post the whole story just on Helena's (XxBeyondBirthdayxX)
Okay well we are accepting only a few more OC's, the one's we have will be showed in the OC list.
As you can see there are a zillion OC's as is, so if your OC doesnt have a big part, we are soorry :]
Rhiannon Edwards, Dylan Edwards, Robin Hood, and Ryder Devecchio - XxBeyondBirthdayxX
April Xrcyb and May Xrcyb - xxdoodlydooxx
Lucy and Bugs Montgomery - Kootie Bomb
Chelsea Richey - Psycho-Pyro-Maniac
Vivi Sykes and Theo Sykes - PiScEs-BlOsSoM69
Lulu Summers - Especially Kenny
Lucky Day and Vergil Day - Doomed-Orange-Parka
Jude Monroe - Hollywood Grimm
Vean Redding - CVillainS
Cherry Hayes - Soquedhozi
Jessica Skidmore and Josh Stansfield- SouthParkCraigLover
Indigo Kelly - TheEvilDuchess
Keira Keen - Remmyblack
Indigo Kelly - theEvilduchess
Mary Christmas - CrystolConeticut
Alice Lufkin - Yumi loves the darkness
The OC form is at the bottom if you want to submit your OC ^_^
The lantern bearer lights the way,
for those who no more seize the day.
Blind eyes peer out from every head,
that crowds the carriage of the dead.
"And we would again like dedicate this week to the memory of the beloved Kenny McCormick and Lulu Summers." The anouncments had been saying the same things all week, I stopped listening after a while. I already knew everything they were going to say. I lifted my head from my arms that were folded on my desk and looked around. I saw people listening to anouncements sitting their awkwardly, not knowing really what to do. That was fine, it wasn't their friends, why should they care? It was the weepers that pissed me off. People crying and weeping like they were best friends when half the people didn't ever even meet Lu or Kenny. I clenched my fists when I saw a few in my homeroom.
I met eyes with a few teary people giving me a look, a sympathetic look. This I had also been getting used to. The "It must have been so hard for you"s and the "Oh god, you poor thing"s had been thrown at me since I had walked into school
"April!" I heard someone call, "Kser, ceeb?" I cringed as the person butchered my last name. I slowly turned my head to the voice coming from the door, it was a woman. She was tall and skinny with an all blue suit on, she had thick black hair which was pulled back into a percise bun and had a serious look on her face. I could tell she was the type you don't fuck with.
"That's me," I responded blandly. The woman focused her attention on me and looked at me up and down, her eyes narrowing.
"Come with me." She said, quickly. Her words were clipped and short.
I shot a look to my homeroom teacher, hoping she would tell the lady I had classes to go to. (Not that I planned on going to class.) The last thing I wanted to do was talk to this lady, no matter what she wanted to talk about.
"It's fine," my teacher nodded for me to go with the lady. Crap.
I sighed loudly, hoping she'd know I didn't want to talk with her. I grabbed my books, slid my backpack off my chair and reluctently followed the lady out of the classroom.
I could tell the chick had been in the school before. She knew all the ways through the hallway, not once did she stop and look around, she just kept walking and turning untill we came upon a empty room. The room wasn't as big as others, there was no desks or board, just a large rectangular table with two chairs opposite each other.
"Take a seat," she said already claiming the chair on the right. I trudged over the other chair slumping down, putting my stuff on the table.
"My name is Ms. Brock. Please address me as such," she ordered.
I stayed quiet, eyeing the lady bored-like.
"Well, lets get started. For starters, let me know a little bit about yourself-" I cut her off,
"Okay listen," I groaned. "I really don't think you need to know all this crap about me, you obviously know who I am because you murdered my name like, 10 minutes ago. So if this is just some special therapy thing, I think I will pass," I started getting up to leave.
"Fine. Then sit down and we'll get to buisness." Ms. Brock gave me a dangerous smile and watched me a I sat down. She pulled something out of her bag, it was a file, and placed on the table.
"What's that?" I sighed leaning back in the chair. I hoped the meeting wouldn't take long.
"This," she turned the file towards me and slid it over. "Is you,"
I raised my eyebrow, this lady was a freak. I opened the file and flipped through it. It had everything, my report cards, detention slips, records of juvy, suspensions, everything.
"W-what the hell is this?" I exclaimed shooting the file back at her, "Why do you have this,"
She smiled, "Listen, you seem like a smart girl. So I'm going to give this to you straight." Ms. Brock stood up and took a few steps closer to me, "A week ago two people, I infer you were friends with, were murdered."
Murdered. The word echoed in my head. No one had dared to say that word since they were killed.
"Brutally killed, with a single note left."
"I know what happened," I snapped, "I saw it,"
"Ah yes, you were the first person to see them. Now, how did you know what room they'd be in?" She asked me.
"I've been in Kenny's house before!" I could feel myself getting angrier. My fists were clenched under the table.
"Ahh, I see." She started pacing back and forth, "So, I was looking at your file earlier, and you have quite a record I must say. A few felons, quite a few suspensions, detentions all over the place, many skipped detentions, a violence record. Well you get the point."
"Yeah I get it, I'm not a fuckin' retard." I mumbled.
"Oh! And she has quite the mouth, yes I see. Well I think you know where this meeting is going." Ms. Brock narrowed her eyes at me, an icy smile still on her face.
"What are you accusing me of?" I spat at her.
"Nothing of course, I'm just saying that we will be, how should I put this... Monitering you for a while."
I stood up, enough's enough. "They were my God damn friends! Whatever sick fucking shit you think I did to them is wrong. So you can take that speech and shove it."
I grabbed my stuff off the table and stormed out of the room, into the hallway, which was full of people, the bell must have rang. I went with the direction of the people, I didn't even know where I was going.
"I am so sick of all this crying and sobbing at school," Someone said behind me as i walked aimlisly around the halls.
"Dude, people were killed. You can't exactly take that lightly." Another person said. I tried ignoring the conversation, but I found myself not getting too far ahead, just so I could hear.
"I know but, like it's been what, two weeks? And the entire school is still crying over these two dead kids."
That was the last thing I heard before I was standing over him. I had just decked him in the face.
"Don't you fucking say that again, you stupid piece of shit!" I yelled. The kid's face was red, and had a cut on his cheek from the ring on my finger.
"W-whats wrong with you!" he yelled, getting to his feet clumsily and backing off. People had made a circle around us, pushing each other to see what was happening. I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him up close to me.
Softly, I said, "Their names were Kenny and Lulu."
I stood there, not letting him go. I watched as he squirmed, trying to break loose from the grip I held him by. And then suddenly, a pair of hands slid around one of my arms, then another pulling me back. The kid fell to the ground with a thud. I tried to see who had pulled me away, but they held my hands so tight I could barely turn my head. They dragged me down the hallway, through the sea of people watching me.
A hand reached infront of me and pushed the double door open, the second pair of hands pushing me foward. I stumbled and caught myself before I fell down the stairs, I turned quickly to see who took me. There stood Craig, obviously the one who pushed me, with and bored yet pissed expression. Next to him Clyde stood, looking at me for a long time, concerned looking.
"What the fuck was that about!" I snapped glaring at Craig.
"Funny," he began, "I was going to ask you the same thing."
I remained quiet, watching Craig and Clyde stand there, looking right back.
"April, what happened?" Clyde asked me softly. "It's okay,"
"No! It's not! Did you here what that douche bag said!" I shouted. "'Those dead kids' l-like they weren't even people! Just faces and names lost in the crowd. They were fucking people... they were my friends." I closed my eyes, but tears still escaped, running down my cheek. I paused.
"You could have told him off! April you've gotten suspended a lot this year already! You might not graduate if you keep this up!" Clyde ran a hand through his hair, looking worn out.
"I-I know. But, the way he said it, like he didn't fucking care."
Craig shook his head, reaching in his pocket pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He took one out and lit it up, taking a drag. "He didn't. April, this kid didn't even know Kenny or Lulu. Why do you care what that dick thinks?"
I hadn't thought about that, I was too busy being frustrated by the kid. Why had I cared what he had thought? I didn't know this kid, he was just some kid behind me in the hallway by chance. Earlier I had been complaining about the people that didn't know them crying and weeping, and when someone has the same thought, I go crazy on them. Nothing made sense, I was angry and sad, but I refused to let myself be seen crying.
I could feel them still watching me, I heard Clyde sniffle now and then.
"Whats going on, April?" Clyde repeated.
I felt more tears flowing, I wiped them away and took a deep breath. "I-I saw them... the day they were found... we we're going to a movie and, " I stopped, swallowing. Then continued, "I-I went to get them. And I opened the door, a-and they were just lying their, cut up and holding each other... like they were posing..."
They both stayed quiet as I finished, even Craig's eyes hinted sympathy.
"Just- Just go inside.. I'll be fine out here," I muttered sitting on the steps, "You guys can go,"
"Are you sure?" Clyde asked, his eyes big and sad.
"Yeah, I'm sure, now go you'll be late..."
"Okay, just... try not to get in anymore trouble, OK?" he said.
"No promises.." I layed my head in my arms, listening as their footsteps grew quieter.
When I was sure they had gone, I let out a cry. Kenny and Lulu were gone, and the worst part was I wasn't waking up.
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Looks like I started quite the riot. Poor April, being so rash. She should really learn how to control herself better.
Everyone is so sad the poor class couple was killed, too bad they won't have to long to mourn.
They think it's all over now.
Haha, its just the beginning ;D
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