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Hi, my name is Sociopath
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| Created: 2009-06-17 15:37:10 |
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I love Rose for letting me write this part.
Dolls: Laury, Rose, Rhiannon.
You’ll find out why Cara-Baby isn’t there soon…
That’s right, I’m adding some of my real friends in, and a made up one, Shadow, who’s coming in in a later part.
WARNINGZ: Swearing, obviously.
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“Je t'aime aussi, avec tout mon coeur.”
[I love you too, with all my heart]
♥
Laury sat on the swings quite happily, sharing it with her new boyfriend, Bradley, whom none of her friends approved of (especially Rose).
Rose and Rhiannon sat on the slide together, discussing why Cara didn’t come out with them; after all, it was their last Free Time before school started again.
Laury caught snaps of their conversation. “I wonder why … yeah, right … no! Mr. Brown wouldn’t do that.”
Rhiannon and Rose set their attention on something else: two boys walking across the grass towards the small (but yet highly entertaining) playground.
Laury and Bradley noticed at once who they were, and Laury had may have mentioned one of them to Rhiannon and Rose very briefly: Ben.
The other one was Chris, a fairly large boy who always wore the same grey sweats.
Laury pulled herself off Bradley’s lap and approached Ben.
“I thought I told you not to come near me. And just in case you haven’t noticed, Bradley wants to knock your fúcking block off after you hit me last week.” She said, spitting after, ignoring Chris’ ‘don’t go there’ looks.
“Enough with the attitude, little girl.” Ben’s comeback wasn’t at all hurtful, but Rhiannon stepped in anyway, even after Bradley walked up behind Laury very protectively (and chavvily).
“Nice comeback, if only it were original, ginger turd monkey.”
Rose whooped, high-fiving Rhiannon. Ben scowled, and Chris ignored everyone and went to entertain himself on the round-a-bout.
Ben said something so slick and fast that no one could actually here what came out of his mouth, but Rose slid down the slide and approached her bag.
“I know I had my fúcking razor in here somewhere.” She spoke to herself as if no one was staring.
“Oh, save the hard attitude. You’re in a clinic for the mentally retarded and handicapped, darling. I ought to blow it up.” Ben folded his arms as Rose stood up and glared at him, Rhiannon looking gobsmacked. She’d never seen Rose act this aggressive, but then again, she guessed that no-one spoke to her wife like that.
“I have a good mind to fúcking cut you, you little ginger cúnt!” She yelled.
Rhiannon sighed, slid down the slide like Rose, and pulled her. “Come on, Cara’ll be missing me, and we don’t want to get into any trouble.”
“Fine.” Rose and I said together. Laury gave Bradley a quick kiss and ran off to join Rhiannon and Rose, hoping that Bradley wouldn’t be tempted to beat Ben.
[♥]
By the time the girls reached the academy, it was seven o’clock. They’d missed dinner and they knew they would, so they saved up some of their money and bought a big bag of chips from the Fisheries on Bank Edge road.
They dumped the empty bag on one of the low railings and entered the gates, giggling.
The doors were open, and the hallway light was shining out. Just as the girls stepped onto the doormat there was a scream. And ear-piercing scream.
“Cara.” They all said, in unison, as if they knew it was her.
They ran up the stairs and along the left corridor, Rhiannon the fastest, to see Cara standing over a girl with a bloody instrument in her hand.
The victim was on the floor, not stirring.
Rhiannon was with Cara, calming her down, as Laury and Rose stood against a wooden door that led to the attic.
“She’s dead,” Rose announced, slowly. “What happens now?”
“That only means one thing,” Rhiannon started, staring at Cara, who was breathing heavily, still staring the girl with her hair all over and the blood staining the vintage carpet.
“That one thing is transferral.” Laury finished.
The girls stood there for what seemed like forever until people came out of their dorms and the teachers came. As Cara was taken away, she whispered one thing to Rhiannon.
Rhiannon replied, quite simply, crying, “I love you too, with all my heart.” |
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