Kill Me Now chapter 2

by Elysia in oz

It’s true what they taught me, about lies not going away. I was on the front page of the newspaper for five days straight. Interviews, interrogations, and even a few tabloids talking about the return of the Trouble Twins. Interviewers from People magazine busted down my door and asked me all about it.

They asked me the same questions every time, too. Where you visting them, were you a part of it, did you see anything, blah, blah, blah. First of all, I said the same thing everything time: yeah, I was the visitor as they broke out, no, I was not a part of it, and no, I didn’t see much. .     But it neverer stopped. Nobody knew where they were. They kept asking me! I honestly didn’t know!

Fortunately, I had a break from the press. A newer and better story came by. Supposedly, a dog performed CPR on its owner. What I didn’t understand was why Donna Mason from Channel 9 News kept interviewing the dog.

Anyway, practically EVERYONE in my middle school, especially the seventh grade knew about me, and it was really annoying. I couldn’t get through one day without someone saying “That’s Kyra Madison, the sister of the Trouble Twins.”, or “I saw you on TV last night!”

My sisters didn’t even do anything. They were framed for vandalism of their high school. The principal, being the idiot he was, immediately blamed the Trouble Twins, and threw them in jail. Later, some random guy named Neil Miller said he did it. Now he’s in jail, and Maggie and Layla were still nowhere to be found.

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“Okay, my name’s officially cleared.” I said to my best friend Terry as we walked into homeroom.

“My gosh, Kyra. You take this ‘news’ thing way too seriously.” She laughed. Terry Bradshaw was my only friend. This was no problem, though, ‘cause Terry was like five different people packed into one massively energetic person.

Homeroom was about to start as Terry and I took our seats (we sat next to each other) and threw our backpacks over our chairs. We waited for the 8:50 bell, but nothing happened, and it was already 8:55. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.

CLICK! “OW!” The loudspeaker came on. “Attention, students and teachers,” Mrs. Charmayne, the vice principal, began. Something must have been wrong since her voice sounded grave. “A very serious problem has lurked our way.” We all looked at the speaker. “Someone, I’m not going to say any names, has re-wired the school. All I can say is; THEY’RE BA-ACK!” I knew why I was feeling sick all of a sudden. My sisters were back, and there was no doubt about it.

Where they were I still didn’t know. But a tiny squirrel in my head said they were coming home that night. And mom wouldn’t even find out.

The whole class sang a song of groans. Their gaze shifted toward me, like a million little laser beams. Every part of me felt as if it were on fire. Not only was I the center of attention (which I hate) but everyone was mad at me because of my sisters.

“You okay?” Terry looked at me with concern. I buried my face with my long black hair.

“Ugh. Can’t your sisters move to Alabama?” Somebody said, shooting their ice cold words at me.

“Speak to me. You don’t look too good.” Terry touched my shoulder.

“Kyra sucks.” I tried hiding my cheeks, which turned a dark shade of crimson.

“Seriously. You look like the ‘Grudge’.” Terry kept trying to calm me down.

“We don’t want you here.” I was too strong to cry at those moments. They were slightly painful, but not that devastating. It happened to me before. No one really liked me, but I learned to deal with the loneliness, like some little kid would learn how to ride a bike and deal with falling off a million times.

Just then my homeroom teacher Mr. Sawyer walked in and noticed what was going on. “QUIET! Don’t you think Kyra gets enough of this at home from her sisters? Stop this nonsense. IMMEDIATELY!!” Mr. Sawyer paced over to his desk.

“Loosen up. This isn’t THAT bad. So they rewired the school. What’s the worst that could happen?” Terry assured me.

“You’re right.” I said, lifting my head from my desk. My hair was sticking to the light brown surface, and I had to pull it off. There was only one possible situation—someone put gum on my desk. Ewwwww…..

Then the lights flickered on and off for five minutes, eventually shutting off. The hall lights were also off, and our school didn’t have back-up lights.

“THAT’S IT!!” Aria Lofthouse (a.k.a the most poplar prep I know) screamed. After throwing her chair halfway across the room, she came up to my desk and slammed her hands on it. Mr. Sawyer watched her in disbelief.

“You’ve ruined the day, and it’s only homeroom! I say we get rid of you permanently. What do you have to say to THAT?” Aria glared at me. I took my hair out of my mouth.

“I think--” I began…

“Leave her ALONE!” Terry shrieked. She threw herself out of her chair. But I never in my wildest dreams imagined Terry putting her hand into a fist, and punching Aria in the nose. My eyes grew wide with terror.

“You little dirty…” Whatever Aria said after that was blocked out by the boys in my homeroom started screaming, “Catfight!” and getting up to watch the action. Aria pulled Terry’s hair, and Terry immediately kicked Aria in the shin, causing her to fall down, down, down. Mr. Sawyer bolted over to where Terry and Aria were fighting and restrained them both. “ENOUGH!” He screamed.