Dance Of The Dead // Andy Leo (RECONSTR)

-introduction-

December

Every single fairytale begins with something distinctive, something to keep the readers on their toes, trapped in their minds; drawn to the liar who speaks the bitter story into existence.

Each fairytale is a bunch of carefully written lies, like all fiction in this world, and it seems to appeal a lot to single moms and girls between the ages of 3 and 19. But what's one thing that these stories lack? They have the tragic background which sets the reader on the path of imagination, and the prince who is oddly always in the right place at the right time, and also has only the best intentions. Oh but of course the best part is the happy ending. So what do they lack?

I let my eyelids fall closed, watching as my vision faded to black. I could replay all of those fairytales in my head, and not once do I recall a princess that dies in the end...

At least never by the hands of her beloved prince...

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The sun forgot what it's purpose was in December, hidden behind thick dark clouds that appeared to hang almost low enough to touch the ground despite being so far off into the distance. December is always my favourite month each year. I like the gloomy weather and the icy streets; it means I get to stay inside and listen to music all day

As a child, I used to imagine that the sky felt naked without clouds. Because honestly, everything has a bad moment of exposure in life, even the sky. Right?

The rain hammering down on the window closest to me made sleeping nearly impossible. Well, then again maybe it's just impossible because I'm in the middle of class and my teacher is growling above my head, explaining that in her 'days' if children slept in class, they could spend time in jail. Dammit lady, how old are you? This isn't the prehistoric time period!

"Well I'm sorry we don't live in ancient Egypt anymore...." I realized that my thoughts had found a way from my brain to my mouth, and unfortunately could not stop them from rolling off my tongue and settling on the unusually classroom. All the students in the room held their breath, waiting for her to say the words to end my life

"Detention!"

Peeling my books off the desk, I quietly made my way out of the classroom and ignored how the whispering and gossip started up. Nothing good happens at our school, so maybe me getting detention will make their otherwise bland lives better. On the way out the classroom, I locked eyes with a guy I've never seen before. Brief enough to not mean anything, but long enough to make me glance over my shoulder to see if his jeans were tighter than mine

A girls gotta have some sort of past-time, right?

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Once the day finally came to an end, I helped the teachers that I liked pack up their classes and leave for the day, and tried avoiding the ones that I didn't like at al;. The school janitor Marty slid past me with his lunch bag in hand and a smile on his face "The witch is still in the building" he whispered as he made for the back exit of the school that requires a key to access. I almost spun around and followed him

Although I didn't get very far with that since I bumped into the one teacher that's given me detention this month. Hell, the last detention I got wasn't based on some willy-nilly childish grudge. I actually called that teacher a bitch.

"Hello Mrs. Dorsy" her tone dripped with venomous sweetness, earning a visible cringe from me. Her posture only faltered slightly, but her fake smile remained stitched to her horribly disgusting face. I don't agree to cosmetics or surgery to make people prettier, but just this once, I think she needs some L'Oreal. Is that for ugly faces? Or is it for hair?

"I came to inform you that you can't attend the December dance, due to there being over ten marks of detention on your record this year" she told me with an eerie satisfied grin on her disgusting stretchy face

"Oh how upsetting, I'll just die if I miss another shitty dance... Oh the woes of not having to see your face for a day". I spoke sarcastically but still remained careful with my words. Knowing her, she'd probably form a mob, call me a witch, and have me hanged. Then burned. Then hanged again

"This isn't a fairytale, I won't leave the house in weather below twenty degrees in a flowy annoying dress" I snorted and then quickly turned my attention to my short raggedy nails, trying to ignore her "Evil X6" look

"And a mask" she corrected me, her eyes scanning my face several times before she continued with: "It's the one chance you have to hide that... hideous face of yours, and probably find a boy that'll want you" she turned on her heels, walking the opposite direction that I'd originally chosen to escape from and left me glaring at the back of her head. Pretty sure that Satan sent her to make my life a living hell.

"Stop talking to yourself!" I yelled at her retreating figure

Real smooth, Lucy. Real smooth

She walked with such grace that it made me feel smaller, empty, and without a purpose. Despite her Dracula-from-like-the-70's face, something about her always seemed perfect.

She passed a boy that I slightly recall seeing earlier on my way to detention. He wore more black than half the goths in our town. His cat-like eyes were dangerously fixed on her as she passed him, I've never seen eyes filled with such hatred before, as visible as the light of day.... She just ignored it, didn't even tilt her head to get a look at him. But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was seriously fucked up with this guy. You know? Bad vibes pooled off him

In fact, when his eyes landed on me I just turned around and hoped that my feet would catch fire before my lungs, and ran off down the hall in fear

dumbassthedoorsthatwayohyouresofucked

I can't run very fast which caused my unfortunate downfall. He caught up to me quickly, and started pulling me towards the janitors closet with more force than I could muster up to resist.

He lifted one finger to his lips to silence me before I could start screaming; my last defense obviously, since I sucked at everything else. Can't run. Can't resist. And now I suddenly felt compelled to listen to him, a guy I've never even met. "If you don't like her, tell me" his eyes scanned my face several times, even in the dark I could feel his eyes burning into me

I could tell that he was searching my face for the answer that my mouth wouldn't reveal. But I couldn't understand how, or even why.... If I didn't like her, what would he do? How could he change anything?

Then I thought.... what the hell, why not? And nodded my head in a silent answer, hoping he could see.

Our noses touched slightly. I yelped and jumped as far back as I could, but to no avail, as the closet was only big enough for oxygen

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Editing is almost finished on each chapter so... repost? Every chapter will be quirked up, and I'll probably add new scenes (such as the one in the start) because what type of editing just checks for grammar?