Charlotte
This is a story of murder and death. So if you’d like a happy story. You’re in the wrong place. warning if you cant handle stalking, murder torture, half headless, gore, and violence, please leave or deal with the emotional damage later...
This story starts in a small neighborhood. With a girl, she’s 15 with brown ombre hair, 5 foot 3 with big brown eyes. Her name is Charlotte. She goes to Riverwood high. Her friends are Alex, Rowan, Michael, and Rachel.This starts on a partly cloudy (but slightly rainy) Tuesday. This week is spirit week and we are able to sleep in today. its 9 am when I drag myself out of bed, and go pet my little rabbit named Brownie, (HE'S SUCH A CUTIE) and go downstairs. I start making breakfast when the doorbell rings. I sigh and go to the door. I open the creaky old door. It squeaks open on the front porch. It was a note with my name on it. I groan “ UGH not f***ing again.” I see the kids laughing at me from my bushes. I glare and shout “Get out of here you little b****rds!” The kids look stunned and run away crying. I smirk as I watch them run away, I start biking to school where I meet up with my best friend Alex. “ALEX!!!!!!” Alex’s grey eyes look up from her phone, Alex turns “what now?” Alex was always that friend who would always seem like she didn’t give a d*mn in the world. Her smoky brown/blond hair with her layers that look like she did them professionally reveals her face which is partly covered with bangs. She is one of my biggest inspirations, she cares and she’s not too much, like how I am… She looks down at me slightly mocking my height like always as I grab her hands, “Guess what?!” “what lemme guess you got detention again”. Shaking my head I lead Alex to a bench. “ I got another note, it’s SOOO annoying! Like leave me alone A** wholes!” “At least you’re not like those weirdos who are like oh wow its so cool right i think they like me.” “I guess you’re right, but… Can you please, kill them for me if they get close to my f***ing house again??” I smile, of course I want Alex to handle them, that’s what she does, Alex considers this “sure but I get to use a flamethrower.” “DEAL!” I yell I bet the entire school could’ve heard it. The first bell rings and we start to head inside.
