A Dead Conversation (prologue)

:: A Dead Conversation ::1

:: Prologue ::2

I stared into my mirror at my reflection. I painted my face a healthy-looking skin color and covered my eyes in a pale blue shadow. Then I curled my straight blonde hair. Most girls in school love me. Probably because I always know what's going on in the world of trends. If anyone ever needed to know if something was in our out, they could always count on me to know.3

I walked downstairs to the kitchen and made myself a piece of toast with strawberry jam on top and the I caught the bus. People used to say that the bus was only for losers, but since I started riding it, more students abandoned the 'school bus is for losers' mind set. 4

My two best friends, Deanna and Jeani, were sitting in the very back seat and I sat down near them. Jeani had some new gossip about nearly everyone in school. She said that Kendal Jackson, the "Queen of the Damned", or the Goths, was pregnant. It was easy to believe, since the poor girl's mother was a prostitute, it must have rubbed off on her. 5

Deanna and Jeani kept spilling more and more dirty secrets, gossip, rumors and lies about anyone and everyone. The conversation carried on until the bus took the sharp right turn onto the school grounds. Everyone got off the bus and made their way to first period. I caught up to a girl, Lindsey, who was one of my other friends. Her father was a veterinarian and the family owned a few horses. Because of that, the family had a stash of Ketamine for the horses andher father's animal patients. Lindsey and I had a business for a little while, selling Special K, until her father started getting suspicious. 6

We had first period, Spanish, together. It was one of the most boring classes ever, and the two of us usually passed notes back and forth until we left. Today was no different we wrote notes about Kendal and her group of freaks until the freedom bell rang.7

After that it was chorus class for me. I, finally, had a solo, so I had to go. When I didn't have a solo I would usually sneak out the back door and walk the two miles to Dunkin Donuts. The rest of the day was worthless so I could afford to miss it. I had a guy math teacher and a guy science teacher, so I never had any problems. After I skipped I just had to come to class in a low rise shirt...8