Whilst May very well could have been quite ecstatic, and very impatient to try her new device right away. She did have other plans, some of which she had been formulating the night prior. So that once she was awake and dressed, she would be off to make them a reality, and the word on today's agenda was revenge. May was the subject, like most of the school to the whims of a Bully, May especially as this particular bully seemed to fancy her a bit. Trish Pierce, the local delinquent and punk which the school only murmur about and who makes the lives of those around her a living hell. The only reprieve which May got was the thin ice that Trish had put herself on with the Principle.
The amount of brawls, and broken bones she has caused amongst the other students, leading to her being escorted off the premises in handcuffs more than a few times. The Principle would have enough simply give Trish a choice, behave or be expelled.The Punk having been held back a year already, wouldn't want this, and it would be a good reason why she's been a bit more tolerable. Though May did fear the day that her violent temper would give in, and she could only hope it wasn't after another of the numerous advances that was made on her.
That was all over today however, May was going to finally put her mind at ease, and Trish in her place. For the first time, Trish was going to be humbled. She almost couldn't help her excitement. Having spent the morning continuing her plotting, making sure her attire was just right for when she did this. She wanted the vision that Trish would awake too would be the visage of May as a Goddess. The only unfortunate thing for her in all her plotting, this would make her late. She showing up to school a good ten minutes after the bell had rang.
Her walk, it would be a disappointment for her, having to wait for the day to go on until she could get a chance at her target. Would she even show up today, it was another thought which made her mind race. Trish's attendance has been a been flaky recently, it was certainly possible that she would blow off school again! Fortunately, a sigh of relief would overtake May as her eyes settled upon the fronts door, more importantly the staircase that led up to them. Almost as if fate itself wanted this to happen, sitting nicely placed upon those stairs say just who she wanted to see.
From what May could see, Trish was looking as.....fashionable as ever. Sitting there in an attire of all black clothing, a tight fitting t-shirt with a decal on the front dedicated to her favorite band. A pair of black pants which hugged to her slender yet toned frame, they worn down, showing they have indeed seen better days. Her signature and equally beaten up DC with the letters respectively on the side, if a bit faded from the years of use these skater shoes have given her. To round it out would be her leather jacket she wore. of course, May couldn't ignore that other things about her, the moderately short hair of hers, shaved on one side, and swept to the other. Her piercing green eyes which she had seen staring back at her coldly more than once, oh it definitely was her.
May couldn't help but gleam as she looked on, her footsteps approaching to the unaware Trish. She sitting there and enjoying a cigarette as her phone sat on the cold concrete of the steps next to her, blaring a song from possibly the band on her shirt. The heavy and melodic tunes of Death Metal able to be heard as she lazily sat there, dead set on finishing her smoke before she went to go sleep through her first class. It wouldn't be long before her eyes met the approaching May, and an all too familiar grin would form on her lips. "Isn't that something?" Trish would mutter to herself, her words a bit off due to her cigarette hanging loosely from her lips. Picking up her phone, she would begin to make her way for her prey.
"nice and easy May.....nice and easy." The asian girl would have to reassure herself as she stepped closer. Her heart beating faster and faster the closer Trish got to her. Now far past nervous as her feared enemy was making her way for her. It wouldn't be long before Trish was just a short few feet away from her, and May's hand behind her back, fingers twitching on the trigger of the gun was ready to go. "Well, isn't it a beautiful fuckin' day, my little May? Well you know the drill, if you want to get to class, you're goin' to have to pay your respects as always." The tone of Trish's voice, so cold and nearly disinterested, it caused a chill to be sent up May's spine, as her last breath left her shaking. Now within arms reach she couldn't back out now. She had cranked the settings way up, intending on making Trish a microbe as she drew the device! | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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