“You can’t be here,” he said. “Vampires only.” I grinned a sadistic smile. “Is death allowed?” Carl and I broke character and sighed. “Dang it. That’s not your line, George..” Carl dropped his script and rubbed his eyes. He’s done this a lot lately and I’m surprised his eyes haven’t fallen out.
“Yes. Yes it is! This is just some dumb high-school play. Why does it matter how I say it?”George crosses his arms and glared at Carl, the six-foot one theater kid.
“Guys look, Practice is over in fifteen minutes let’s just move on with it—“
“Kaley, this isn’t football,” Carl said, cutting me off rudely, “It’s a dumb highschool play, Now—“
“Ha ha! You said it was dumb!” George stated in a mocking tone.
“Oh shut it, Now—“
Carl was cut off once more by George who was still mocking him.
“Oh what is it with you!” Carl shouted picking up his script just to throw it down again, for dramatic effect. (He’s a theatre kid, what did you expect)
“What is it with me? No—What is it with you!” George yells back, His finger pointed at Carl.
“There’s nothing wrong with me!” Carl replies, Crossing his arms and glaring at George.
“Yes there is! You’re running this play like we’re on Broadway—or something like that—! It’s a high school play! And I doubt the presidents going to be here. It’s a thirty minute Halloween play that only our moms will be here for!”
“Well put your best smile on Georgie cuz Mommas bringing her camera!” Carl shouts, tearing the script from my hands and throwing it on the ground, joining his.
“Will you stop doing that!”
“Stop doing what?”
“Throwing the paper on the ground! It’s annoying!”
“Oh like this?” Carl then grabs George’s script from George’s hands and throws it on the ground where mine and his script had already landed.
“Oh,” George held a glare on Carl as he balled his fists, “I am done. Goodbye. Find yourself a new death!” George then proceeded to pick up the three scripts that were laying on the ground and threw them at Carl’s feet.
Carl scoffed, watching George walk off the stage then walked off the stage, heading towards the opposite door.
I flinched once hearing George’s door slam, Then once again when Carl’s slammed, And again when the main doors slammed open.
I quickly turned around finding Chris holding four cups of coffee with his back faced toward me.
“I brought coffee,” he started in a sing-song voice. “Where did every one go?” He gave me a confused look.
“You missed it! They almost bit off each other’s heads!” I sighed, Sitting down with my feet dangling off the edge of the stage.
Chris’s confuses look changed into a knowing one before he replied, “Again?”
His breathing hitched as his best friend turned the corner and froze. He knew why. He looked over her shoulder and saw the bridge that hung over a river.
“Not happening” He grabbed her hand and turned around.
“Oh, Come on! You’ve got to do it someday..” She pulled him towards her giving him a quick peck on the cheek and a warm smile before shoving him in the direction of the bridge.
He did it. He touched the bridge.
He didn’t cross it.
But he touched it.
...then ran the other way.
Carly Mason stood outside her favorite coffee shop, just leaving with coffee in her gloved hands. She shivered slightly as a harsh, bitter breeze swept past her. She took a sip of the warm coffee that had been warming her hands and smiled.
She began walking back to her apartment after a long day of working at a high school as a substitute teacher—that’s what the coffee’s for.
Living in New York City has its perks; Walking in the beginning of December back to your apartment wasn’t one of them. Although her apartments only a couple blocks away, the weather doesn’t make the “not having a car experience” any better.
You might be wondering—Aren’t cabs a thing?—Well, Carly’s last cab experience didn’t quite go so well. She loves the fresh air. Being stuck in classrooms with a bunch of teenagers isn’t exactly her ideal day of winter fun.
Lucky for her winter break is nearly here.
She pulled her key from her coat pocket , while opening the door to her apartment building. While pulling the door open she was hit with a gust of the warm air that had been locked in the building.
She shut the door behind her and walked up the two flights of stairs she had to walk up to get to the second floor. As Carly made her way down the hall a loud crashing sound was heard from what seemed like her apartment.
Her steps quickened as she neared her apartment that had the number 209 in gold on the bright blue door.
Hesitantly, She put the key in the key hole and turned it slowly. All the while her ear was pressed against the door.
After hearing absolute silence, besides the previous crashing sound, she gently opened the door. She peaked her head around the door. After seeing nothing at that particular moment she stepped inside, slipping off her rather long coat.
Carly pulled off her gloves while walking around the corner into her bedroom. She stood in the doorway taking a look around—Just to be safe. After finding nothing, again, she tossed her gloves aimlessly into her room.
While walking into the main room of her apartment, the living room and kitchen, she had a confused look on her face. She set her cup of coffee down. She pulled off her scarf, looking around trying to find what could’ve made that crashing noise.
After being paranoid for about five minutes she forgot one place.
She ran towards the window leading to the fire escape that held her plants that were currently covered in snow. While pulling it open she heard shuffling, Causing her to open the almost frozen shut window faster.
She threw her head out the window finding something or someone that was almost terrifying.
Her eyes met with what a child would call a dragon. The scales, the wings, the horns, You name it. It’s what Carly was making eye contact with.
