Chapter 1

A Chapter by Tibby

Bridgett starts hearing things, and then see's a fight that wasn't really there.

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Chapter 1:

Camille punched the side of the snack vending machine. She mumbled something under her breath that I didn’t catch, then said, “No, no, no! Not again!”

I laughed and she glared at me, “Oh, like this hasn’t happened to you before!”

“Well, of course it has,” that stupid vending machine did that to everyone. “But it’s just funny when it happens to you.”

“How’s it funny?” she asked as she punched the vending machine a few more times.

“You know, you’re Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, and you’re ‘perfect.’” I said using quotations with my fingers when I said “perfect.”

She stared at me, “I am not perfect.” She kicked the machine then said, “My mom won’t let me date, therefore I’m not perfect yet.”

I rolled my eyes. “Can’t we just go get a regular lunch from the cafeteria?”

She looked at me in disgust.

“I’ll take that as a no,” I said answering my own question.

“I’ve told you more than a million times why we can’t do that, and I’ll tell you again; the food here is utterly repulsing, and fattening. I’m not—“

“—going to eat anything that is utterly repulsing, and fattening.” I finished for her mimicking her high girly voice.

“Good you’re learning.”

“Yea, yea whatever.” I said leaning against the wall as she tackled the machine, hitting her shoulder. She jumped back and yelped like a puppy that had been stepped on.

“Forget it, we’re eating out today.” She said rubbing her shoulder.

“Really? We actually get to eat today?” I asked sarcastically.

She gave me a mean look and we headed to the door. As we stalked out of the school I heard a voice behind me that made me jump. “Wendy’s… ask to go to Wendy’s.” I automatically looked behind me. No one. I hurried to catch up with Camille. She hadn’t even noticed… As she unlocked her red Ford truck, I took a look around. The parking lot was deserted except for a few guys parked near the exit. They were sitting in the back of an ugly black truck, laughing. Other than that, nothing. Maybe someone was hiding in the bushes I hadn’t thought about looking—

“Are you going to get in or what?” Camille asked as she rolled down the window.

“Um, yea sure.” I said getting in while looking over at the bushes.

“Are you okay?” she looked genuinely concerned.

I’m fine sprung to my lips, but I stopped, thinking to myself. I’m not okay. I just heard someone tell me to go eat at Wendy’s, when nobody was there at all. (Although it was probably just someone playing a joke.) But I couldn’t tell her that. She would think I’m crazy. Maybe I was crazy…

“I’m fine,” I said.

“Okay, so where do you want to eat?” she asked turning the radio on.

“Ummm…” I considered my possibilities which weren’t much considering her standards. That’s when I heard the voice again, right beside me.

“Girl! Wendy’s! Ask to go to Wendy’s!” I looked around, clearly confused now. Camille acted like she hadn’t heard a thing.

“What—did you hear that?” I asked her, my heart beating faster.

“Heard it? Of course I heard it! Rihannas coming into town for her tour! We totally got to get tickets for that!” she squealed. She was talking about what the radio had said. Either she had no idea what I was talking about, or she had suddenly become a really good actress. I hoped it was the second one.

“Anyway…where are we going to eat?” she asked.

“Wendy’s,” I had only meant to think it, but it slipped.

“Um hello? Were you not listening to me earlier? I’m getting fat just thinking about that food!” She started the car and we glided toward the exit. She slowed the car down once we got near the guys.

“Hey!” one of them shouted. I recognized Jake and Dustin, but the others, I didn’t. The guys did exactly what Camille wanted them to do. They all jumped off the pick-up and walked over to the car.

“Hey,” Camille said, idling the engine.

“We were just going to head over to Wendy’s. You wanna come?” Dustin asked.

I hoped they were including me. I groaned to myself, that was just a coincidence right? Why did fate want me to go to Wendy’s?

Camille grinned and her dark curls fell in her face. “Sure we’ll meet you there,” then we drove past the sleeping security guard. As soon as we pulled out of the parking lot, I turned and glared at her. “Oh, so you’ll go to Wendy’s when they ask, but not when I ask.”

She didn’t look at me and kept her eyes on the road. “I’ll get a salad or something,” was her only reply. The only reason we were going was because Dustin was the one who asked her. I sighed angrily and shook my head, which made a strand of my dark straight hair stick to my lip glossed lips. I fumed, about us going because they had asked, but not when I had asked, for the rest of the ride. I looked in the mirror to see if the guys were behind us. They were.

As we pulled into Wendy’s, I noticed how crowded it was. We weren’t going to make it back in time for our next class. I checked myself in the mirror before getting out. My skin was a dark olive color, and I had perfect straight dark brown hair. I was slender, and my dark make-up brought out the green in my eyes. My family called me an exotic beauty, but once everyone saw Camille, they would forget about me. She was tiny for her age, with a figure like a model. Actually, she had done some modeling when she was younger, and she had trophies to prove it. She had dark brown corkscrew curls that made her look younger than she was, and she was the type of girl that looked beautiful without make-up.

We joined the guys and headed toward the door. Camille walked with Dustin while Jake followed them, trying to get Camille to notice him; I lingered behind with the other two guys.

“So, how long have you known Camille?” one of them asked. He had brown eyes and was a big muscular guy. His shaggy hair and his big build reminded me of a large teddy bear.

“Third grade,” I answered mindlessly. I had answered that question many times before.

The other guy didn’t say much to anyone, I had noticed, and I couldn’t help staring at him. He had brown eyes too, and dark straight long hair, that looked like he had straitened it, He was wearing a black NASCAR t-shirt and ripped jeans. He opened the door for me and the big teddy bear guy, and our eyes met. We stood in line, all squeezed together because it was packed. After we all ordered it was a quarter till one. No one seemed to be paying attention to the time. I picked up my tray and headed over to where Camille was sitting. That’s when I saw a boy, around fifth-teen standing in the way, his back to me. I stopped and stared. He had his hands up in front of his face, as if to shield himself. But that didn’t stop the other guy, who was tall, his eyes wild, from punching him. I heard the crunch as the tall guys hand smacked into his skull throughout the whole restaurant. The boys head snapped back, and fell to the ground, not moving. It had all happened so fast, I hadn’t even noticed that I had dropped my tray. My eyes wide, I backed away slowly, and then a hand gripped my shoulder.

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