They were about 12 years old and always got into trouble. Both were on the skinny side, but not like a skeleton.
Kyra’s pink hair had been placed into two puppy dog tails. Around her neck, she wore a black choker style necklace with a red charm dangling in front. Her black shirt had a pink hello kitty skull and crossbones that ran past her waist. Kyra was wearing a pink skirt over a pair of black and pink footless leggings to match her shirt and to top it all off, she had on a pair of black leather mary jane heels.
Ashlen’s hair was blonde and cut a little short. She had a similar choker style necklace, although hers had a green charm in front. Her shirt was red and had a black smiley face on the front. Ashlen had on some gray denim pants that had some tears in them, held on by a silver belt with a heart cracked in two as the buckle. On her feet was a pair of black and white slip-on vans.
“Do you think we went a little too far this time?” Ashlen asks Kyra.
“No, I think we could have done a lot better,” Kyra responds.
“Principal Shingland is not gonna be happy with us,” she tells Kyra.
“When is Principal Shingland ever happy with us,” Kyra asks. “If he can’t take a joke, then that is on him.”
“Kyra, I think sneaking into the faculty bathroom and spraying the toilet seat with spray glue might have been a little much,’ Ashlen says.
Kyra rolls her eyes. “Hey, you were laughing as hard as I was when he couldn’t get the toilet seat off his ass,”
Ashlen started to giggle. “Yeah, that was pretty funny,” she responded.
“So whatever consequence he has for us, I say………”
Kyra glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw you moving down the hall.
“What’s wrong, Kyra,” Ashlen asked her.
“Stay here,” Kyra tells Ashlen. “I will be right back.”
You watch, frozen in fear, as Kyra gets up from the bench and starts heading your way. The sounds of her heels getting louder as she approaches you. You know that running would do you no good since you wouldn’t get very far. You see her shoe land right beside you, causing you to dodge. Kyra raises her foot again over top of you.
Wham!!! You move just in time before ending up a pancake.
You soon realize that she is just toying with you. Like a cat with a wounded mouse, but how long will this game last?
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