Things weren't going as Charles had planned them to. Things never went the way he wanted. It was just impossible and certainly unexplainable, the reasons that Charles Horton was constantly knocked down. He hadn't exactly enjoyed his summer so far, it had been boring, dull and downright depressing. He finally accepted the fact he was going to be repeating his senior year. It was bad enough he had to go back in the first place, not to mention having to repeat everything he had flunked the year before. He passed the summer spending time at the Holt's house, jogging daily and practising his throwing.
It was eight in the morning, the sun was halfway towards its peak height in the sky and Charlie stood in front of his bathroom mirror adjusting himself. He still couldn't quite comprehend the fact that he was going back to that place. That place where he had grown up, that place which was full of good memories and his hopes and dreams. Nothing could outweigh the one fact that scared the life out of him, so much so as to give him palpitations. The fact that it was always going to be associated with death, more so the death of his lover and best friend, Beth.
It had to be done though if he wanted to get anywhere in life. His sports achievements stood for nothing without grades to back them up. Charlie took a deep breath and nodded at himself in the mirror. A nod which meant, "You can do this. Chin up man, it'll be fine." He threw his bag over his shoulder and grabbed his car keys. He had just bought it before she... They had even called it Betty. The senior jogged down the stairs and headed out the front door.
"Hey, Charles? Charles! Come back, I want to talk to you!" He could hear his mother shouting from the kitchen.
There was no way she was going to try and see if he was feeling ok. He knew she would only piss him off so he ignored her, "Bye Mom."
He flung his bag into the front seat of his car and, after blaring the radio full blast, he was off. This was it - he was really going back, back to face his demons. Demons summoned by the devil worshipper himself, Joseph Lexington. Even the thought of him made Charlie's blood boil.
After parking his car in the student lot, he headed towards the side entrance to the school. The bench area just inside the side door was where the guys on the football team hung out. He just wanted to get the first day over with, meeting as few people as possible. However, his trail of thought was lost when he spotted her. Her bright red hair stuck out a mile away. He didn't need to make sure, he knew it was her - Danielle Lexington
The anger inside him took over control of his body as words he had been planning on saying to the Lexington family, had he ever met them, began to burst into his mind like fireworks. He couldn't help himself, it was like he was drawn towards her by some unseen magnetic force.
"Oi! Lexington! How dare you show your face back here again you stupid whore!"
He shouted across the parking lot, his heart beating a hundred miles an hour. He couldn't keep it in, he knew people were watching and staring in shock but he didn't care. The dumb bitch's brother killed students, teachers and his Bethany, yet she had the nerve to show her face here again. That freak show of a family should have been locked up at the very least.
"Dumbass cow!" The only words that came to mind after his outburst at the one person that he knew would drag him down this year. She didn't even have the guts to acknowledge him, as if nothing had happened and that he was just some raving lunatic on a drug high. She was going to pay for that, bloody scum. He had good mind to go after her and let her know her know exactly how he was feeling right to her stupid face. That was until he was stopped by a brick wall, or a teacher, whatever you want to call it.
Ms. Linde stood right next to him condemning his attack and giving him dirty looks. What the hell was going on here? Didn't anyone else think it was just tad strange that the family of the dude who pulled a gun out on his teachers and classmates was walking around their school? No one heard of the well known saying goes, 'It runs in the family?'
As the blonde drama teacher left his company he couldn't help but mutter, "Bite me," under his breath. If no one else at this school was going to do anything about having a possible homicidal maniac amongst them, then he was going to have to do it himself.
"Oi, Horton! What's up man?" One of the guys on the football team spotted him as he was heading into school. "C'mon we're going to be late." He said punching Charlie lightly on the shoulder. He playfully pulled him towards the school as he walked. Moments later, all his rage had dissipated and he was calm once again. He knew from then on, that he and that Lexington girl could not go to the same school together. She had to go.
The school hallways were bustling with activity, with teachers heading towards the teacher's lounge, students chatting happily about their summers and some students stuffing their lockers with useless crap and books. Speaking of useless crap - he spotted one of Joseph's friends. Molly Cooper - the girl who knew about what was going to happen all along but did nothing about it. Glaring in her direction, he pulled a cent from his pocket and flicked it at her head.
"Freak," he whispered to her as he walked passed and sneered at her tauntingly. It was going to be a long year if had to look at the shower of weirdos Joseph left behind. Hopefully it wasn't long before he ran them out of the place.
Drama first period. Great.