Bloodless Owls
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Category:
Paranormal/Supernatural › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
5
Views:
978
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction and any resemblances are purely coincedental.
Chapter 1
High school lunch lines. You’d think that the grueling experience of waiting almost the entire period while idiots cut in line would be rectified by now. I guess not. It’s a shame really, but I guess it’s a slow form of torture for the high school undergraduate. The only consolation is getting to spend some quality time with my best friend Duncan.
Duncan and I are very similar in the way we feel about school. It’s a way to pass time in a world full of nothing. The way our personalities seem to connect scares me a little. I’d marry Duncan if he asked me. I love him more than any girl should love a man, but he evades my advances with peculiar grace. I wonder sometimes if he has any sort of sexual desire whatsoever or if he’s hunting particular prey. The Homecoming Carnival is approaching at an alarming rate. Duncan and I have been planning on going together since it was first announced. I secretly want it to be a date, but I know that that will never happen. It will be fun no matter if it’s a date or not. Duncan and I manage to entertain ourselves in any situation, and a carnival sounds like we can’t go wrong. It’ll be much different than our usual video game/ movie afternoons. Duncan finally makes it to the counter to order lunch and orders the most disgusting entrée the school has to offer: the fiesta salad. “I can’t believe you ordered that poor excuse for food.” Duncan scoffs at me as he says, “Excuse me, but I don’t think I asked you to judge my food choices Stormy.” Stormy is just my nickname. My real name is Rain. Stormy just describes my ability to “blow things out of proportion.” “You know, I’m just looking out for your GI tract. There’s only so much slimy under-cooked beef and film covered lettuce you can ingest without getting a tummy ache, and we all know how whiney you get when you don’t feel well.” “I do not get whiney.” Duncan looks absolutely appalled that I made this statement, but I won’t back down. He sees the look on my face and decides that this battle isn’t worth fighting and sighs, “Whatever.” He makes his way down the lunch line while I make a much better food choice. Tater-tot casserole is positively the best lunch item the school offers, which is saying something. The melting pot of cheese, mushrooms, and tots makes my mouth water even though it is a disgusting sight. We both pay, grab our milk, and make our way to the courtyard because the lunch tables are too crowded at this point in the period, and we have to scarf down the meager serving anyway. “So, do I need to get a ride to the carnival from my parents, or are you going to pick me up?” I give Duncan the biggest puppy-dog eyes I can manage. Duncan starts to slow down his chewing and gives me a level look. “You got into a fight with your dad again didn’t you?” I give him a thumbs up and an overly enthusiastic smile, which precedes a sigh coming from Duncan. “If you’d keep your mouth shut you wouldn’t have so much trouble at home, or school for that matter.” “What’s the fun in being a complacent little lap dog? I should actually be commended for questioning authority. Isn’t that the whole premise for ‘becoming an individual’?” Duncan can speak volumes with his eyes. The current look I was receiving told me I was spouting some total bull. “Okay fine. Blatant disrespect doesn’t get me anywhere. Stop looking at me like that.” Before he can start lecturing me, the lunch bell rings, signaling the drones to head to class. Lunch is never long enough. “See you at five?” Duncan nods curtly and rushes out of the courtyard towards his next class.
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