Another Wedge...

"You can't be serious!" Ellie shouted her friend as she paced the toilet floor. Hayley ran a hand through her loosened ginger hair, debating if she should put it back up into a bobble or just leave it as it was.
"Can't be serious about what?" Carrie asked as she stepped out of the toilet cubicle, using her hand gel to wash her hands.
"She's only gone and arranged to meet up with that guy she's been talking to over the internet!" The girls all turned to look at her and Hayley felt herself shrinking in size at their death glares.
"Are you fucking stupid?" Katie asked shaking her head.
"No. I've thought it out. We're meeting in a public place."
"If Jessica was here she'd make you see sense..."
"No actually, Jessica always told me to go for it. If Jessica was here, she'd be taking me." Hayley found herself snapping at Carrie before storming out the toilets.

The six girls left in the toilets turned to look at each other, "We can't let her go through with it."
"Carrie, she's just going to rebel. It's Hayley, for gods sake!" Lily cried leaning against the wall. "Someone needs to make her realise she's stepping into danger doing this."
"No we're stepping into danger trying to get in her way." Roxie muttered raking a hand through her hair. "I can't see why we don't trust her. She's not going to do anything stupid with him."
"She loves him, Roxie. She worships the ground he walks on." Carrie muttered looking down at the floor, her heart breaking as she realised that she'd not noticed her friends desperation to be with the internet guy.
"We'll follow her. She said they'll be in an open space. It's all we can do." Lily muttered looking at them. "Hey, I've always wanted to do the Mission Impossible into Hayley's house. Let's just follow her around."
"Talk about invasion of privacy..." Keeley muttered sighing as she slouched out of the toilets too.
"Could we really do this..?"
"She'll thank us eventually."

A month later...

The girls had moved on the best they could. They did this by never mentioning Jessica as if they did one of them would get depressed and the idea of crying in school was something none of them enjoyed. They weren't heartless bitches. They were just desperate to cling onto the small piece of pride they already have.

Hayley sat at the study table, her hands crossed on her lap as she stared down at her open bag on the floor. Her murder book was lying there. Ellie had told her to get rid of it and she'd tried so hard but instead she kept it there in her bag, knowing that no matter who ordered her to she'd never be able to throw it away.

The sound of a chair being pulled away from the table caused her to look up at Carrie, who had just arrived. "Hello you." She said gently, her eyes closing slowly as she took a deep breath and reopened them. A huge, fake, smile formed on her face as she picked up her pen and tapped it against the paper.
"Hey, what's wrong?"
"It's been a month. You think they'd have found her by now." She whispered gently her hands fidgeting getting faster as she got more angry at the idea her friend's murderer was still walking around.
"Hayley, it only happens that fast in your detective programmes." Laughing, Hayley placed the pen down and sighed.
"I'm sorry." She whispered running a hand through her hair and then burying her face into her hands as she battled back tears.

Arms wrapped around her and pulled her face into her chest, stroking her ginger hair gently. Everyone knew it was hard for Hayley to show emotion and for her to be there in tears knew that something was bothering her. "Tell me." Hayley pulled away and shook her head.
"No." She muttered before turning to look at her notepad. "Sorry. I'm so swamped with work it's annoying." She teased smiling over at her best friend. Her friend smiled back, her eyebrows raised.

When had Hayley started keeping secrets?

Update...

The three girls stood in the toilets. Hayley moved around pushing every door check that each one was empty so that they could talk. Ellie and Lily had both read the murder book and both knew that Jessica had been murdered the way Hayley had written. She moved back towards them, her hands shaking as she gripped onto the sinks and looked over at herself in her mirror.

“Did you kill Jessica?” Lily finally asked moving over and squeezing her friend's shoulder, gently looking at her through the mirror. Hayley laughed.
“No but I dreamt of doing it. You know that. Someone has read my book. They have to have done.” Hayley whispered looking over at them. “And I've only let you two read it.”
“Hayley, someone must really want us or them to suffer.”
“We really want them to suffer and they really want us to suffer.” Ellie whispered looking over at the door. “I can't believe it.”
“Why would we kill someone over a holiday? We're not that pathetic.” Hayley whimpered falling to the floor. “I'm an accomplice now to whoever did it.” Ellie and Lily crouched in front of her.
“We need to get rid of the book.”
“Why?”
“Jesus, Hayley. If the police find that book you're in trouble!” Hayley nodded realising that her friend was correct. She hit her head on the back wall and laughed.
“I can't actually believe she's gone. I keep expecting her to run in and shout surprise.” She said letting the tears fall, not noticing the door open and the rest of the crowd step in.

***

The small graveyard seemed daunting as the seven friends all stood around in a circle holding hands. Due to the fact the body was being held in custody there wasn't allowed to be a funeral just yet so they were holding their own memorial. Tears slid down all their cheeks apart from Hayley's as she stared into space with an emotionless look. Her whole world had crashed in the space of a week.

To know that your imagination had come to life and ripped apart everyone's way of life was starting to drive her insane. How did someone know what she so secretly desired? How did someone know that she wanted the stupid bitch to die with a silly cheap shell rested on her shoulder. Her breathing started to race as she tore free from the chain and ran out of the graveyard.

Her body slumped against the wall as she tried to concentrate on not throwing up all her guts. How did she know that someone wasn't stalking her? Reading her inner thoughts? She sighed as she bit her lip gently, starting to slowly pace the small road.

A hand lightly squeezed her shoulder and she jumped, screaming loudly as she turned round to face Carrie. “What the hell are you playing at?” She snapped angrily before running hands through her loose ginger hair, that was so unwashed the amount of grease was making even her cringe.
“We were worried about you?”
“Why would you be worried about me?” Hayley laughed as she fell to the floor. “I can cope with death.” She said laughing as she buried her face in her knees, rocking to and fro. “I'm sorry. I know you loved her so much.”
“Not as much as I love you, Hayley. I need to know you're going to be okay.” Hayley looked over at Carrie and smiled.
“I will eventually.”

***

The scene was beautiful, to know that they'd caused such a stir in the girl's lives. To know that each one of them knew that they could have been a little more nice to her during her days when she was alive.

Ellie and Lily were stood there wishing that they'd forgiven her for betraying their friendship. Roxie could remember that argument they'd had over a stupid essay question. Katie realised that she was never going to have a silly debate again. Carrie could remember everytime she swore about the camera being out. Hayley knew that she'd remember every bad comment she'd ever thought of Jessica and there was a lot of them.

Each one of them would be so badly plagued, they'd probably start blaming each other.

And that's when all the games begin.

Jessica's Dead

There was a moment of silence as the officers took in the sight of the poor sixth form student, her face flawed already from the force of the stones to her perfect skin. The chief investigator sighed as he looked around the circle, noticing how the Medical Examiner had already arrived and was crouched down next to her. “She’d already been down on her knees. I’d say she’d tripped over that piece of rubble.” He said pointing at the piece of marble rock, gently raising himself so that he was standing. “She’d have knelt back up, been a little aggressive and would then have been immediately aware that the attacker was behind her. He’d have been holding her for a couple of minutes, the touch wasn’t intimate. You can tell from the bruising around the chin area.” The man sighed. “The blade would have then been drawn across here from the left to the right. The killer would have watched her bleed.” The officer smiled over at him.
“Thanks doc.” He said looking over at him and then turning to the officers. “Do we have an ID yet?” The officers nodded.
“Jessica Williams, seventeen year old. She attends the local catholic school and was walking home from work.”
“What does the shell mean?” The officer shrugged.

***

There was never a moment of silence when the seven girls got together. They’d noticed that Jessica wasn’t there but that didn’t shock them, she was always late for school after a late shift at work. She said it was because she had to work. They knew it was because she was struggling to keep up with the sleep patterns.

“I can’t believe she actually said that to him!” Carrie squealed laughing as she listened to Hayley tell her about the latest tale of the romance between Laura and Dale. They’d just got over a pregnancy scare and now the two of them were talking marriage and Laura had warned him away by claiming lesbianity at the mention of the word.
“She believes it will keep him at bay.” She said smiling before noticing the police car slowly pull up outside the school gates. “I wonder what’s happened now.” Hayley muttered biting her nail gently as she played with the hole on the left arm of her cardigan.
“Some old neighbour would have complained.” Ellie said laughing as she looked away from Roxie and stood up to lean over the balcony, watching the police walk into the head of the sites office.

***

The girls stood outside the office, very afraid of what they had done. Hayley was calm due to the fact she had dealt with the police before but the others were starting to pace and were talking in rushed tones. The door opened and out stepped Mr Lawrence, inviting them into his office.

Mr Lawrence was always being called names by the students because of the way he acted like a complete ogre. There was no way you could talk to him unless you had been sent for because you had misbehaved in another lesson or you’d broken a school rule along the way. These girls had very rarely pissed any teacher off so they’d never had any dealings with Mr Lawrence but they still called him names as they hated how he treated the students on a whole.

The police officer stood as they entered the room, his hands strangling each other. The girls could tell he was going to tell them something they wouldn’t like due to the way he avoided any of their eyes. Mr Lawrence sighed as he looked over at them, indicating for them to take a seat on the semi-circle of chairs that had been organised.

“In the early hours of this morning, Jessica Williams was found dead in the graveyard across from her house.” The girls all gasped as they clung to each other, their faces all shocked at the news they’d just heard. “As you are her friends we would like to ask if there was any person who would want to harm her?”

Hayley, Ellie and Lily all looked at each other, their eyes sending the same message. Yeah, us. There was a long period of silence as each girl tried to think of someone who would want their friend dead. “There is no one.” Roxie finally spoke up, coming to a conclusion for them all. The officer smiled sadly before nodding at Mr Lawrence.
“You may leave now.”

Introducing the Murder Book

That night Hayley stepped into her house from after school, her fingers already loosening the red tie from around her neck not caring as the silk slivered to the floor. She walked into the living room and wasn’t shocked to see it empty. Her parents lived for their jobs and the kids were lucky to ever see them. Leanne was a great mother. She fed them, kept them but wasn’t the best person to talk to when in a fix. She always believed everything would get sorted out soon and then leave it at that. Whereas Joseph would always tell her they were better off without them. Their family never needed friends. They were lone wolves.

Knowing that her sister would be out with her boyfriend, she found herself moving to her room. Her chubby fingers were fidgeting with the white buttons to her shirt, that were so small it was pathetic. She slid the shirt over her shoulders, not caring that her neighbours could probably see her stood in her bedroom. Her stomach hanging over the waistband to her black trousers, her black bra cutting into her flesh. She pulled on her favourite tee shirt, quickly covering the ugly body she detested so much. Flopping down onto her bed, she reached under her bed and pulled out the book that she loved the most. Her murder book.

What’s a murder book?

Simple. It’s her story book. And in each one there is a different murder for every person who has betrayed her. It makes her feel better about herself. She knows in her head that it’s wrong to wish someone dead and she’d never do it. But just to write down about getting that sweet moment of revenge, that amazing kick that murderers feel… It just releases her anger and her hatred. She’d never let anyone see what was in her book. Never in a million years. They’d think she was mad. Insane. Mentally disturbed.

***

The girls shift had been long and she was tired. Her black hair was still up in the stupid hat that she needed to wear as she worked with food. Reaching up she pulled it off and smiled as the short black locks fell free and sexily moved down to her shoulders. She sighed as she pulled out her small mirror and pulled out her lip gloss. Her lips pouted as she slowly applied the glittering colour. Her body was very aware of her colleague watching her. Her heartbeat was racing and her breath was catching in her throat but that wouldn’t knock her confidence. She sighed as she slowly screwed the lid back onto the tube, sliding it into the pocket of her very tight trousers. She glanced over at him, her hair swishing back and her mouth spreading into a large grin as she slowly raised her hand and waved bye to him.

On her short walk home all she could do was laugh at what she’d managed to achieve. He’d finally noticed her. Her attempts to catch his attention weren’t failing. Jessica knew that everyone thought she was weird and a little cold but it was a façade. She actually really liked the idea of being a girl. Wearing pink, wearing make-up and girly scents just to get noticed by a boy. She had dreams of being swept up into an attractive man’s strong arms, her heart would flutter just at the way his eyes would mist with desire as he looked down at her. She knew it would never happen but that didn’t matter to her. She’d always have her fantasies.

A sudden rush of cold wind made her wrap her coat tighter around her as she looked around and noticed the cemetery. She’d normally avoid it and she knew that if she did cut through it she’d get home quicker. After telling Hayley she avoided it, she’d felt embarrassed at her jibes. Of course she wasn’t afraid the spooks were going to get her. Spooks weren’t real. Mad killers and rapists were real. Not that that ever bothered Hayley. She lived in a dream world where she lived with her unexplained phenomenon and that was it.

The gate was annoyingly calling her name and she found herself walking over to it, pushing it open and stepping in. An immediate chill rushed up her spine as she took a deep breath. Her reputation hung on walking through this cemetery and she knew that she could do it as long as she put her mind to it. Closing the gate, listening to the screech realising that if anyone else entered she’d hear it go off. She turned and started down the path, unaware of the eyes that had already trained onto her. The branches moved as the figure rose and started to follow her down the path, a glint in their blue eyes as they twirled the knife around in their hands.

It was totally a cliché that in a graveyard there’d be a random piece of marble rock lying on the path and in the dark she wouldn’t see it. She grunted as her foot caught it and she fell to the floor, scraping the skin off her hands as she swore in an unladylike fashion. “You’d think some arsehole would move it away.” She whispered angrily to herself pushing herself up and freezing as the hair on the nape of her neck started to stand. Someone was behind her and she didn’t know who.

Turning to look, she froze as a gloved hand aggressively took hold of her chin and moved her to face the front again. Her breathing raced even more as the person knelt down behind her. She could smell a familiar scent but she couldn’t place it. Her heartbeart surged as the hand forced her chin up so that her head was resting on the other’s shoulder. The moonlight glittered on the knife as Jessica’s eyes opened wide with fear, her body started to wriggle but it was no match for the bigger body of the assailant.

The woman’s breath hitched in her throat as the cold blade touched her neck and she whimpered at what was coming. She’d studied killers for too long not to know that blade was going to rip across her soft tender skin. That crimson liquid that kept her alive would spray out everywhere, covering everything around her. When a poor old woman who came to see the grave to her late husband found her body, she’d have the biggest shock of her life. A pretty little girl lying on the floor with a ugly gash across her neck, that cut the reason her life had so quickly ended and she knew that as she closed her eyes preparing herself, she felt the warm sensation of a single tear running down her cheek.

The knife sliced through the skin and that attractive liquid did spray out just as she’d predicted. The killer released her. Using the girl’s work shirt, the blade was quickly cleaned of any blood before being placed back into it’s package. The woman’s face was being cut by the sharp pebbles that decorated the path. Gently pressing a shell to the side of her body, the killer laughed as they headed down the path and walked out. Smiling at the sound of the squeak.

***

The ginger smiled as she closed the book, her hand running over the black leather of the cover. If her mother knew what she used this book for, she’d be shocked. She laughed as she slipped it back under her mattress and ran downstairs at the sound of her mother shouting her name.

Lesson One Part Two

***

The brunette walked into her lesson, her hair swinging with every step as it brushed her shoulders. Her brown eyes were shielded behind glasses as she'd ran out of time this morning to put in contacts. And this was infuriating her. Lily was the one in the group who was always left out. Everyone realised this but still nothing ever seemed to get done about it. Now that she was apart of Hayley and Lily's group she felt amazing to walk into school. She walked in with her head held high, her heavy bag slung on her shoulder no longer weighed ten thousand pounds. She had a reason to come into school and she loved knowing that.

Taking her usual seat next to Katie, the seventh member of the little group, she smiled as she took out her books. Katie had noticed the change and knew what it was about as well. She was the only member of the traitor group, apart from Carrie, that didn't seem to be getting full brunt of the hatred and people were still talking to her. Or so it appeared. Katie knew that Hayley wasn't keen on her and that was due to the poisoning Katie's boyfriend, Danny, had done onto her. She ran a hand through her blonde hair as she bit her lip. What was making this group fall apart. Were they never going to see eye to eye again? She sighed before biting her lip. "Is Hayley okay?"
"She will be." Lily whispered smiling before taking out her book and hiding it in the textbook, she only had a few pages left. Katie sat quietly, wondering what the hell did that mean?

***

Carrie and Jessica had a free together as their teachers weren't in school. Jessica sighed as she ran her hand through her hair and looked over at Carrie. "You spent most of the holidays with Hayley. She can't hate us that much, can she?"
"She spent the holidays with me. Not you. Me and her are inseperable." Carrie said shrugging before leaning back against her chair. She sighed. "Hayley just needs to calm down."
"That will never happen." Jssica laughed before standing up and moving to the windows.

Jessica was a different kind of girl. Her life was locked up behind some metal wall and hardly any piece of information was released. She would write her stories, draw her little doodles, take photos but that was all you ever got of her. Nothing else mattered in the world. She never thought far into the future. She just knew she waned to travel. Live a life of suspense. A planned life wasn't her thing.

First Lesson

First lesson for Hayley was Sociology. She enjoyed her sociology lessons. Maybe that was because their warm teacher, Mrs Hafferty, was amazing. She could light up the room with her happiness and her enthusiasm for such a boring subject. Mrs Hafferty wasn't fashion conscience and that showed today in her tight black tee shirt and long flowing green skirt. She was a big woman and her stomach sometimes spilled over the waistband, yet she didn't appear to care. Hayley liked this the most. It wasn't often you found a hero when you're heavy. Everyone now wants to be stick thin, a size zero. This prospect made her shudder.

In this lesson was Roxie. Roxie had just joined the school to do sixth form and she was from the village next to Hayley's and when they were together they got on like a house on fire. Roxie was one of the tall, slender girls that Hayley hated or envied. Whichever way you wanted to see it. She had short strawberry blonde hair that was wavy and when she wore it down it sprung in loose waves around her face like a lion's mane. She had beautiful blue eyes that were always expertly teamed with make up to give you a knock out effect. Roxie was quiet but still one of the most confident girls there. Her dreams were to be on stage and she took the acting, dancing and singing lessons to make sure she got there. Hayley envied Roxie's confidence but Hayley was never one to show anything so she let her anger pass.

Moving into the classroom she sat down and smiled, winking over at Cleo who was sat at the other side of the classroom. "Alright, Roxie baby?" The girl smiled as she looked over at her friend, Hayley's hair had bumped up in the bobble and she looked as if she'd just been dragged through a hedge but no one was going to say anything to her. Hayley didn't give a damn about her appearance, she just cared about having a good time.
"I'll be better if you explain the theatrics this morning." Hayley laughed before nibbling her lip lightly and looking at her, sitting down.
"I'm so dramatic these days. It's to get the attention I want." She said laughing as the song on her iPod switched and she started to jive to herself. Not caring that people were watching her.
"You hate being known as a mardy bitch." Roxie said tugging the earphones out, Hayley raised a finger to her pursed lips and shushed her.
"Life is about to change." She said before smiling at Mrs Hafferty who walked in, looking flustered as she was later as per.

***

Ellie sighed as she walked into class, her books hugged to her chest tightly as if fearing that some bastard would steal them off her. Ellie was the curvacious blonde who had looks to die for. Her hair hugged her face and emphasised the shape, the side fringe hiding her left eye. Her eyes were a summer green and they always had Hayley in a tizzle. Hayley absolutely adored the eyes and always joked it was what made her fall madly in love with Ellie. Ellie had on a fitted short that showed her hourglass waist and impressive breasts, a skirt that touched her knees still looked amazing on Ellie and gave the right knockout as it showed her tight covered legs. Boys were drooling for Ellie but she never noticed.

In art she was accompanied by Keeley, the eighth member of the group who rarely hung out with them but she was working her way back into them. She had long brown hair that was always kepy back with a headband, her eyes neatly made out with thick amounts of black eyeliner. She had a gothic thing about her but she wasn't. She just loved to be individual. Keeley smiled as Ellie approached their working bench. "How's Hayley now?"

"She'll never get over the betrayal."

"They should have known that. She's cold hearted. She was brought up like that." Ellie nodded realising that she was exactly the same.

As they'd excitedly talked about their time away without them, Ellie had found her hands clenching into fists. Her teeth gritting as she thought of how easy it would be to scream and shout. How much she craved to tell them to fuck off and go die somewhere because of how they'd made them feel. To know that Hayley had thought that she was unloved, to know that Lily hadn't cared as she was always used to the let down. This was the first time Ellie had ever felt anything like this and she didn't like how psychotic she started to feel as she thought of what they had done to them. "She just needs mental payback."

"Ah, she's writing a story about killing them then?" Ellie laughed. They all knew that's how Hayley survived. She'd write a story. The more anger she felt the better the content of the story.

"She's probably finished it."

Meet Some Of The Crowd...

The seven girls sat at a table in their upstairs common area, their clothes the only thing similar between them. The horrible black cardigans with the red emblem of their school. Cheap and tacky. It was all they were worth to their school. Their bright red tie rested against the bright white of the shirt. Long black trousers or mid-length black skirts covered their legs and silly little black pumps encased their feet, pretty but impractical for the stormy days. There was a moments silence as they analysed their last conversation about the summer holidays. They'd discussed everything from the traitors going on holiday without them to the amazing night out they'd all had at the karaoke bar.


What you need to realise about these seven girls is that they aren't really friends. They all hate each other. The knifes are always pristinely polished and stored at the bottom of their bags waiting to be violently thrusted in the back, right between the wings of their shoulders. A day without them bitching about one another was a miracle and deeply desired by the timid one of the group. You'd think that with a group of people who'd act like this they'd cut all ties with each other. But not this crowd. They realised it was to hang with them or to move on and being a lone ranger. Not a good idea in their school which was all about cliques and social status.

Each girl was socially different. Some were expected whereas others weren't. That's probably why they stuck together as if glue binded them. The most socially adept was Hayley, the ginger. She was one of the youngest but yet the most streetwise. She lived in a rough area and was proud of this. She didn't hang out at home, her parents wouldn't allow it. Fearing that their overweight ginger would get attacked. Especially as if she had a loudmouth and always knew how to get herself into trouble. The worse thing about Hayley was that she was overly happy and would trust anyone. Her parents would always joke how she'd be the one to offer a job to an axe murderer as she'd believe the man was different to her. She liked people to be different. She hated clones. Hayley was easy to get on with due to her positive way in life and her pollyanna attitude. She had a friend in most social circles and used them to make sure she always had a partner in class, never one to be alone.

The worst social one was Carrie. Carrie had only been at the school a couple of years and had immediatly made friends with Hayley. Hayley's attitude brushed off on Carrie and they managed to beat the old Science bullies. Now they leaved with each other technically, their happiness was amazing. Carrie had once been a little gothic princess, black being the only colour in her wardrobe. This making her the prime victim of many bullies. The other reason was due to the fact they apparently believed that she was a lesbian. Even though she'd been one of the seven to have a string of loose boyfriends.

The silence between them was awkward as Hayley tapped her fingertips on the cheap wood of the table. Everyone knew that the holiday conversation had annoyed Hayley, Ellie and Lily but they still seemed to determined to wind them up about it. She gently rose from her chair and smiled at them before turning around to leave.

The door opened and Hayley looked over at the door as it opened revealing Jessica. Jessica was the one Hayley didn't really meet eye to eye. They had one lesson together and Hayley always had to smile through it. She did love Jessica and had a great time with her but there was that fear that Jessica looked down on her. Jessica was thin and attractive. The worst thing about this was that she knew it. She knew that all she had to do was shake her beautifully toned arse and boys would come running. Her hair was never a natural colour. So far they'd experienced chocolate brown, black, purple, blue. It was a multi-coloured swapshop! She always had a confident strike about her when she wrote and when she was with the crowd she could sing like mad but outside the cirlce, she sucked. And that's why she probably hadn't left yet.

"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Didn't want you to be alone." Jessica excused her following her before moving and sitting in a chair. Her blue eyes scanned the ginger who was scanning the playing field. Her eyes resting on her sister who was climbing out of her older boyfriends car. "We're sorry about leaving you out." Hayley snorted before turning to look at her, walking over to pull a seat and sit opposite her.
"I'd love to believe you. But I don't." She laughed as she rested her chin on her hand, her blue eyes looking anywhere but at Jessica. "I mean, your reasoning is stupid and besides I had fun here. Who'd have thought that our small hometown could be as fun."

The three girls laughed as they sat in the large field, a small blanket rested between their arses and the untamed grass. They'd decided to have a picnic and laughed as they drank their bottles of alcohol. Hayley and Lily both had an ice cold beer whereas Ellie had her alcopop. The cold relief of the alcohol made them smile as they looked out over the quarry, their eyes scanning the gorgeous orange and red swirls of the sunset decorated the blue of the sky. "Why are you planning on leaving us early tomorrow?" Ellie asked Hayley lying on her stomach as she picked up one of the jelly rings, her tongue poking through the hole.
"I have to go check out this guy." She teased lying back on the bed, looking up at the sky now. The other two girls laughed as they shook their head.
"Casey would kill you. And besides you have your online relationship with Harry." Hayley smiled as she looked over at them.
"That's not going to last forever." She said as she finished her beer, the temptation to throw it over the side of the quarry and watch it smash into loads of green glitter but she didn't like littering. "Hey, why don't we go out to that old house again some time?" The two girls looked over at her, knowing what had happened last time they went there.
"Hayley..." She just laughed before stealing the jelly ring of the end of Ellie's tongue.

There was a small silence between the two girls as Jessica explored Hayleys face for any kind of emotion apart from the glimmer of happiness that was always there. She didn't see any. And Hayley was glad that she couldn't. If she did, she'd see the anger and the hatred Hayley was boiling up right now inside at the mere thought Jessica thought she could excuse their neglectfulness with a simple apology. She sighed as she looked over at her friend. "Hey, we've all moved on now. That was during the holidays." Hayley whispered standing up and smiling at Jessica, who also rose and opened her arms wanting a hug. Hayley stepped into the open arms, her own arms wrapping around Jessica.

You'll pay. You'll pay for every time you've made me feel like a piece of shit on the bottom of your shoe. I can promise you that now.

The voice in Hayley's head shocked her. She knew her inner child was nasty and was all up for making people's life a misery, but this was a new one. Her arms stiffened as she pulled away, her eyes looking like glass as she looked over at Jessica. "Are you okay?" The ginger nodded.
"When am I not?"

The Beginning

There was a long silence as the door handle rattled, their heartbeats raced as they turned to look at the bravest of the three of them. Her own jaw had dropped, her own pulse racing as she grasped at their hands and allowed her teeth to nervously bury themselves into her bottom lip as she stepped towards the door. Mentally counting to ten, she yanked it open preparing herself for some madman with an axe. At the empty space she felt herself whimper with relief. She looked over her shoulder at them, her ginger fringe hiding the fear in her swirling grey eyes.

Why were they here? Well, that was an interesting question. They'd tell you themselves but they didn't truthfully know either. They'd wanted out of town, to escape their traitors of friends who'd made arrangements nad hadn't included them. They weren't a malicious threesome but when they got started, they never stopped. The anger they had felt had been almost physical. The overwhelming urge to punch their friends smug faces in had been so powerful, the ginger had actually been dragged away just to save herself from getting into trouble. The problem was they were all vulnerable, sure they never admitted that but there is always that certain line you didn't cross. To know their friends were going away without them was making them question their qualities. Were they bad friends or what?

Taking hold of one of the cider bottles, she tipped her head back and allowed the sweet nectar glide down her throat. At first it felt as if it was going to stop at the lump in her throat but it managed to push itself back. Her stomach settled as the dizzy sensation of alcohol hit her brain. She wasn't one to get drunk, she had the same genes as her father and she knew this. Probably the reason she'd turned into a small alcoholic in the past few months. She took one final swig before throwing the bottle against the wall. The other two winced at the point of contact, small shards of green glass sparkled everywhere as the moonlight shone through them. No one could ever work out if alcohol had a good effect on her but they noticed now as she grinned.

The grin stretched across her chubby face, her dimples didn't appear and the glint in the cold blue eyes caused their hearts to race more than the rattling handle. "We need to punish them." She whispered softly flopping down onto the floor and placing a chocolate raisin on the end of her tongue. The two friends were shocked. She made this appear as if it was some normal conversation. But to her it probably was. Everyday she discussed the idea of punishing her aunt for making her life a hell and here she was talking about their friends. People they were meant to love.
"What are we thinking about?"
"A few harmless pranks." She said back as if shocked that they would be scared she would do something else. This was her, she was the happy one. The one who smiled through the bad times and the scary times. The blonde looked over at the brunette.
"Where's the harm in a few harmless pranks?"

Welcome Note From Me

So this is a story I'm going to write and take serious.

It might not be amazing. But it'll be good as I can do while typing. My written work is better, normally.

Thanks for taking the time to read!

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Helen

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