Hello, I joined Kanania’s Prompts (how do you pronounce that???) and so here is my part! I rather liked the idea of leaving it at a cliff hanger, so I did.
A scream echoes outside my window. Slowly all the houses’ lights turn off. My house is next. Fear grips my side as I start shaking my head. I didn’t think this would actually happen. I thought the warnings were just pranks.
(Three months before)
I was a normal high school student. Well, perhaps normal isn’t the best word. I walked down the narrow hallways, pushing my way through the crowd. I wasn’t popular, I didn’t do many activities, and I wasn’t in any clicks. I went to school and went home. Almost.
I did take theater, and I did have one friend by the name of Caleb Dallas. Caleb wasn’t a friend really. He was in theater with me, and his locker was next to mine. The first day of high school, he came up and pulled my hair. Ever since then, he pulls my braids and calls me Raven. My hair isn’t really black, you understand, just a bit on the dark side.
As I walked down the hallway on this particular day, I heard screaming near the board where our parts in the spring play where being posted. I didn’t have to wonder which part I’d gotten for long. Morgan Lee came storming down the hallway in all her pompous fury.
“Raven,” she hissed through clenched teeth as she stopped a nose length in front of me. I gripped my books tighter. Here was the most important girl in all high school talking to me! And she called me Raven! “You know I wanted that part,” her top lip curled.
“What part?” I asked, I could feel my cheeks heating up and my hands sweating.
“You just got the part of Snow White in the spring play,” Morgan almost screamed. “And Caleb Dallas is playing Prince Charming.”
I froze. I actually got the part? I stared into Morgan’s fair face. She wouldn’t have made a good Snow White anyway.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” Morgan hissed.
“Nothing,” I groaned under my breath as I heard the heavy tread of Caleb and his voice. Not again. This couldn’t happen every time! “She doesn’t have to say anything. She fits the part better than you anyway,” Caleb announced.
Caleb stopped behind me. I didn’t want to turn around or to even acknowledge he was there! I bit my bottom lip before pulling myself up to my full hight and asking,
“So, Morgan, what part did you get?”
Morgan’s eyes flashed as she spit out, “The evil queen.”
“Best part,” I agreed. “You get to poison me and take your revenge.” I turned heel and walked to my locker, wishing Caleb wouldn’t follow.
“You sure protected yourself, Riley,” Caleb said sarcastically, once we reached our lockers.
“You don’t have to protect me every time,” I snapped back, before biting my lip. That was no way to talk. My Savior never would have said that.
“I thought you appreciated it,” Caleb leaned back and raised an eyebrow.
“I do,” I said meekly. “I’m sorry for snapping at you.”
“It’s fine,” Caleb shrugged. “You know nothing will go as planned though.” I looked up into Caleb’s fair face.
“Why not?” I asked. I could see no reason for it not to go as planned.
“For one, Morgan will never let this rest.”
I snorted. “I wouldn’t worry about Morgan, Caleb,” I laughed. “She’s all bark and no bite. Don’t worry.”
“You haven’t gone to school with Morgan since first grade!” Caleb retorted. “I know her better than you do. You really have to watch your back now.”
I rolled my head and shrugged my shoulders. “Caleb, you worry too much. Morgan isn’t any reason this should change. She has the second best part in the whole play.”
“Morgan was never happy with second best,” Caleb remarked. “Besides, you’ll be the talk of the school. Especially after the play.”
“I see no reason to worry,” I repeated myself. “See you tomorrow.”
“Raven!” Caleb called after me as I walked down the hall. “Watch your back, or I’ll have to do it for you!”
Yeah right, I thought as a walked out of the bustling school. I made a dash for my car and slipped inside. I had only gotten my license a few months before. Morgan has enough to do besides making life miserable for me.
How I was wrong! It seemed she would critique every move I made in theater now. Every time I would sit down, she’d walk by and spill my water. Life couldn’t get worse, or so I thought.
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