Let's face it, most people stick to stereotypes. Avory, didn't have friends for so long so what does she knows about different peopl, right? These details, I know it's a bit useless and it did brought the hype of the story down but, every character needs a background. Look, Avory sees everyone's monsters, so she sees her friends's monsters and along the story *spoiler alert*, every character's attitude/past/characteristics reflects on how will they die and what will kill them. The updates will be lighter for now, then I promise I will take your emotions to a roller coaster with some deaths and new revelations. Let's balance the gore and pleasant details, shall we? Thank you.
We found her with Mathew Jackson, seated outside the principal's office. Their bags were open, notebooks were both on their hands. Sloanne was scribbling while Matthew was saying something, constantly looking nervously around. Matthew Jackson. He's a nerd who likes Math and History and is friends with Sloanne since they were kids. I met Matthew because of her. He isn't the most talkative person in the group, his words are carefully picked by his brain; short but direct to the point. He has the most normal family out of us, his house always smelled like fresh bread and her mum makes us tea every afternoon. His dad is in the navy and he has two little sisters. Matthew's thoughts are filled with facts and pop quiz answers. I know I said I don't like reading my friends' minds but I'm addicted to Matthew's. I learned that he blurts out the most valuable facts whenever silence fell around us. He helps Sloanne more than he helps me and I found it really comforting Sloanne is dyslexic and he helps her with spellings and readings. But sometimes, there are the thoughts of suicide in his thoughts and it kills me that he never says anything about it. I am keeping a close monitor to him, I know it's the least thing I could do. We never said it out loud but we know that we wouldn't have survived high school without each other. They're basically family for me, a blessing from above and I'm thankful with all of my heart.
We kept Sloanne from burning down the school. We kept Dylan from being a criminal like his father and a drunkard like his mother. We kept Matthew from being alone and lonely. They kept me from being a psychological mess.
Im sorry for the late updates, currently busy with a stupid thing called life. I promise to do better next time
"Gods, Sloanne. Do you ever do your homeworks?" Dylan chuckled, seating beside Matthew. "Give it a break hot shot," she retorted. "She's still having a hard time spe─" Matthew explained but stopped mid-sentence when Sloanne gave her a glare. "You look dreadful, by the way," Sloanne remarked, plopping her bag down so I can sit beside her. "I didn't sleep well last night," I shrugged, sighing as they eyed me wearily. "Again?" Matthew gave me a knowing look. "Again," I confirmed, grimacing when he thought of giving me a sleeping pill. "You still having nightmares?" Dylan asked. "No. It's different." The bell rung and we all stood up, ready for another day at a typical great school. We went to our seperate ways after our signature "Don't kill anyone," routine.
I was seated on the very far end of the classroom, the seats beside and in front of me were left empty. This was not offending nor insulting on my part, I understand them. It was the very first day of my junior year, saying that I am thrilled to get back would be a damn lie. Sitting boredly on my seat, I hacked on everyone's thoughts. Some of them were singing songs, daydreaming of boys but most of them? They were throwing names at me. I don't know if I should be happy that I never left their mind or hurt hearing terrible things about me. "Maybe Avory eats babies," Jensen Darien asked herself in her mind. Her face was scrunched and she even shrugged and turned to daydreaming about Gildroy Jefferson, her bestfriend's boyfriend. Then I turned to Kimmy Palm, her head was turned to the side, looking at me. I stared at her black beady eyes squinting at me. I whirled around, trying to find what she's looking at. "Dumb psycho." I turned to face the board, trying to understand her attitude. Everyday I see my schoolmates' monsters, it's something you wouldn't want to see. It's surprisingly scary. One of the darkest monster I've seen is from Jeane Summers. She's your blonde stereotype. Rich, gorgeous and the typical slut. I found her monster trailing behind her at the locker room. It's a meaty giant. His head was hidden in a brown bloody sack, nails sticking on his neck. He is half-naked, only wearing a faded blue jeans and a tattered sneakers and by the way he caress Jeane's body, I'm sure her death will be a torment.
The classroom door suddenly opened, the class seem to have woken up from their mental slumber. An old woman, Mrs. Trinket entered followed by a curly haired boy. The old woman was muttering things about coffee beans smelling like foot. The new boy? It's either he's really silent or he's thoughtless because I can't hear him. He was tall, taller than my small frame. He's really pale and I swear I could see some of his veins, he studied us with weary eyes, his lips pursed in a line. I sat up straight, trying to study him. He seem to be nervous, his eyes glued on top of my head. "This is a new transferee. He will be joining your homeroom," Mrs. Trinket mumbled, her voice dangerously low. She glared the new kid, "Well? Introduce yourself!" She added "You fucker," in her mind and I swear the boy flinched. I focused on his thoughts, it's still nothing. He's like a black void on field of colourful thoughts. There was a long pause then he sucked in some air and exhaled through his nose. "My name is Terry Clifford."
Remember! Two monsters said that Avory is a monster and they said that she will devour Terry. So, is Avory really a monster and not a peculiar?
I cant decide what tense to use, sorry haha. One moment, I want it to be present, then I want it to be past. Sorry
Just then the alarm went on. It wasn't the bell for school, it was the bell that said we should all go out if we wanted to live. We all looked expectantly at the grumpy old hag. "Alright! I don't know what's going on bu─" The door opened with a loud bang, Terry flinched. Again. "Nora Jones is attempting suicide. School grounds, now!" the principal, Mr. Lopez shouted and immediately, we all scrambled to our feet. "Why are we going there?!" I yelled. "We need someone to persuade her not to jump!" he replied, looking disoriented. "But sh─" "Go Ms. Dawson!" he cut me off and ran away, shoving students from his way. If she was to die at that day, how come I've never seen her monster? Then it all clicked. But before I can run off, I noticed Terry standing stiffly behind the teacher's desk. I didn't notice that we were the only ones left and if he's a peculiar and the monsters were right about me devouring him, then he might know. He might know that sooner or later, he will die because of me. "What should we do?" he asked meekly and I almost hugged him. No, he doesn't know anything. He's either a peculiar or a perfectly normal person and I guess he's the latter. "Pray to every gods that she don't die infront of the students," I shrugged and lead him to the grounds. "I think it's pretty stupid to have all the students watch her, I'd be embarassed not to jump. I mean, I wouldn't want anyone to think that I'm doing it for attention," he grimaced. "Is that wrong? To think like that? I'm not hoping for her to jump," he added. "No, you are perfectly right," Dylan, coming from the left wing joined us. "I'm Dylan, that girl is Avory; she hates introductions. You must be?" "Terry. Terry Clifford, new transferee." "Ahhh, first day in school and you might witness a tragedy. Come on." "Who's Nora Jones?" Terry asked. "Nora Jones. I'm not that observant, Avory knows everyone and everything here." Nora Jones. "Nora is an outcast like us," I sighed. "Sorry that you met the outcasts and you will probably hang out with us from now on," Dylan chuckled. I gave him a glare, "Do you think now's the time for that?" "Anyway, she's pretty much alone last year. No friends," I gulped, as much as I hated her. I don't want her to die. We tried talking to her but she seems to have grown a sudden hatred to all people. "Nora hates us!" Sloanned shouted, "We can't go there!" "Wait, she hates you?" Terry pointed at us. "No, by that she means everyone at school," Dylan supplied for me. When we reached the grounds, all of the students were already there; the firemen, the police and the ambulance were also present. "She's there," Sloanne mumbled, pointing up to the roof of the Science department. "Matthew!" Dylan shouted and waved Matthew to join us. "Where were you?" Sloanne shouted. "Library," he replied, looking disturbingly calm. I looked up and really drank Nora's appearance. She's beautiful. Blonde hair and tall frame. But her eyes were hollow, her face sunken and her body was shivering. In front of the crowd were the jocks, taunting Nora to jump and shouting that they will catch her. I shoved my way up front. "Stop it!" I yelled, "This isn't time for your smart mouths. This is serious!" "Really psycho? Do you really think that she'll do it?" Tristan McKinley stepped forward. "Yes. Do us all a favour and go bother someone else," I hissed. He advanced towards me but Terry pushed me away, his fist connecting with Tristan's tanned jaw. The jock stumbled, and was going to throw a punch back when someone yelled.