I seem to be dead...
Insanity Strikes Everyone (Adersnaps and MurderVictim)
It was seven in the morning. Seven in the fucking morning.
Stepping out onto her porch, Keely slamed the door behind her, jiggling the knob to make sure it was locked before she checked her pocket for her house key. She let out a sharp breath when she realized it was there, in her back pocket. The fuck? When did she use her back pocket for anything? With an aggitated breath, she turned, swinging her other arm through the other strap of her backpack to hoist it up. Any person with half a brain cell could see that Miss Woolf was not happy. Then again, she never was. Especially before ten AM.
Heading down the walkway, she felt a rush of cool air as someone zipped past her. Then another rush. Blinking, she narrowed her dark brown gaze at the two guys that dashed out of the yard.
"Hey! Wait, get the fuck back here!" Keely called out, watching as Rocket turned to book it down the street, with Ridge in hot pursuit. Damn bastard must have pissed his brother off, again. Turning her head, she saw that no one else was joining her that day. That was a relief...She only had to keep an eye on two, yet they had to be the most moronic of her characters. When she realized that they weren't going to listen, she angrily huffed, then hurried to catch up. Not in the mood to run, she tried to at least keep them in her sight. Their yells faintly reached her ears, yet she wasn't sure what they were saying.
"C'mon! It's too early for this shit!" she screamed, now walking. Her eyes widened as Ridge ran right through a girl who was also walking to school. The only thing she'd feel was a chill go up her spine, the hem of her skirt fluttering up, yet it was enough to make her stop and look around.
"Fucktard!" she screamed, more to the sky than to anyone else.
The girl blinked, not moving. The guy she had been traveling with appeared clueless, staring as Keely walked past them.
"The fuck are you staring at?!"
They looked away.
Keely continued, clutching tight to the straps of her pack while she trudged along. Up ahead, Ridge had managed to trip his younger brother, the two now wrestling on the sidewalk. Jeez. They looked to be in their late teens, maybe twenty or twenty-one, yet they were acting like three year olds hyped up on sugar.
She was always at school early and always arrived at the same time. It was part of her routine these days. Strait to class and to the library for lunch. Cas didn’t have that many friends so she had no reason to loiter around in the halls gossiping with girlfriends. Not like things like that interested her that much though. Math was her first class of the day and she dreaded it. It was by far her worst subject to date. Science coming in close second. Pulling her backpack of she let it his the ground with a thud next to her desk that was situated furthest from the door far left corner of the room. Sighing she pulled out her text book and wondered why they needed to cary around the heavy monstrosity. Setting it in the upper left corning she grabbed the correct binder out of her bag and set it next to her math book. Looking at the clock she noted the time. Seven twenty. Two minutes early. She needed to change her rout. Those extra two minutes dragged on for days.