Kelly O'Rourke. Halloween. The Scream Factory.. Chapter 1

Kelly O'Rourke

Halloween. The Scream Factory.

Chapter 1

Haddonfield High. Lori Parker glanced up at the wall clock, watching the second slowly ticking by as the voice of her history teacher, Mrs. Grub's droned on about the first American settlers. Lori sweater long blond hair over the back of her pale pink sweater. Sally Wilson passed a note to Lori, who sat at the desk directly behind her. Carefully, Lori opened the folded piece of paper in her lap and noticed that the note was a bit damp. She let out a little giggle as she read. I'm so floored. I just noticed that I was drawing on this very piece of paper. Lori turned around and whispered, You are so gross. Mrs. Grub's gave the girls both a warning, then turned her attention to the whole class. Okay, seniors, she said. As I told you before, this class is a tough course in American history. I want to make sure that you're prepared for the real world next year. Get out, you know, books and write down the following practical assignments. The whole class groaned in unison, waving her arms to quiet the class. Mrs. Grub's continued. This assignment, I'm hoping, will be fun. You're going to pair up in teams and research a historical event. The subject is your choice. Your reports will be due this Friday and must be at least five pages long. So be creative and have fun. More groans and sighs came from the class as Mrs. Grub's answered scattered questions about the assignment. Lori turned around to face Sally. Want to be a team with me? Sally smirks. Of course, dummy. We've only been best friends for five years and this happens to be our only class together this semester. She tore a sheet of paper from her notebook and pushed it. Lori. She joked. But you'll need to sign here and here and here to make this partnership official. Lori felt a slight blush spread across her freckled cheeks. True, Sally was her best friend, but sometimes her sarcasm was a little annoying. The two friends were a contrast. Lori, with her girl next door, looks and almost shy personality, and Sally, the dark haired tigress with flawless skin and a more than occasional flash of mischief in her bright green eyes. Aloud sigh filled the classroom. The girls whirled around to see Marsha Miller, the snobby and rich heir to Hadfield's biggest company, Miller Realty. Marsha stood up at her desk as she smoothed her designer dress, which she wore with her pouty expression. She ran her fingers through her sweetly styled hair, whining like Mrs. Graff certainly must know about my big Halloween party this weekend. How can I possibly be expected to complete this history assignment? While planning the biggest social event in town, the girls giggled as Mrs. Grub's rolled her eyes. I'm sure you'll find a way, Marsha, she said. Marsha stamped her foot as she slumped into her seat. She shot her meanest look at Sally, who was smirking at her little temper tantrum. Particularly dislike the fiery beauty ever since she started dating Matt Hudson, the biggest hunk, it hadn't feel high. Everyone knew that Marcia and Matt had been an item last summer before their bitter breakup. Even Sally had to admit that Marcia was quite attractive. In fact, all the guys drooled over her after the two years of working out with her personal trainer and the nose job paid for with that money. But she had a mean streak, but it made Matt call it quits before school started. It was common knowledge that Marcia was insanely jealous of Sally and would stop at nothing to get Matt back. Lori Westford if looks could kill Sally shrugged her shoulders, turning away from her seething rival. She turned up the volume of her voice so that Marcia and everyone else in the room could hear. Well, money can only buy so much in this world, like nose jobs, liposuction and shallow friends. The comment hit Marcia like a slap in the face. She slammed her books on her desk furiously. Lori stared wide eyed at Sally for a moment before bursting into the thought of laughter. Did you see the look on her face? She whispered. That serves her right. She's been nothing but mean since she and Matt started dating. Sally smuggled into the varsity letter jacket that Matt had given her last month. Well, King blamer, after all, I do have exclusive rights to the hottest piece of property in HADN'T Bill Lawrie smiled and began scribbling in her notebook.

What are you doing now? Sally asked, watching your friend writing the great American novel. Hang on. Laurie, tell her, trying to concentrate on her train of thought. I'm just writing down some ideas. This is. Grub's said that the subject of the assignment is our choice. Right? Sally, look dumbfounded. We enter a student friend. Yes. So. So I've got a great idea that will land us both to a Plus's. Laurie lowered her voice to a whisper, so her classmates went over. Her great plan will write about the first settlers right here and hadn't killed back in the eighteen hundreds. Sally's glossy pink mouth fell open. What? And just how exactly are we supposed to find out about them? Dig up a few graves. Listen, let's do something easy. Like the Civil War or George Washington chopping down the lemon tree. We've only got until Friday. Laurie laughed. It was a cherry tree, Sally. She winked. Trust me, girlfriend, it'll be a piece of cake. We'll have to do a little digging, but it won't be at the graveyard. Sally gave her a confused look. What are you talking about? Lori smiled. We'll dig through the old files at City Hall. They have tons of fascinating old newspaper clippings and property records. Sally protested City Hall. That sounds so boring and dusty and lame. She gave her shoulder length hair a little toss. But you're the genius when it comes to school, and I'm a genius when it comes to cool. Lori looked down at her brown loafers, feeling a little awkward. She was one of the smartest students that had until high, but certainly not one of the most knowledgeable about guys. Her clothes. Sometimes she felt like a third wheel around Sally and Matt. Sally touched her arm. Heiau. I didn't mean anything by that. Are we still best buddies? She asked softly. Lori smiled, as she always did when Sally called her lawyer. Yes, Al, everything's cool. The class bell rang and everyone scrambled, gathering their books and backpacks as they made a mad dash for the door. Sixth period was over and school was officially out on this blustery October Monday. Students poured out of the front doors have hadn't filled high in sounds of excited chatter filled into the air. Halloween was just around the corner and everyone was caught up in the spirits. Lori waited patiently as Sally struggled to remember her locker combination again. Lori was sure that Sally would lose her head if it wasn't attached. Her best friend was the most scattered, unorganized person she knew.

The halls were almost deserted. By the time she opened the metal compartments, which was crammed full of books and papers, maps, photo with Scotch tape to the inside of the door, Sally gave the picture a little kiss and cooed. Hi, cutey pie. Lori picked up her heavy backpack. Are you kicking it with Matt at your school? When Sally was done, they walked down the corridor toward the main exits. Sally went match, got a football practice until 5:00. So we'll fly hook up after a grin spread across her face. Why? What are you doing? I don't know. You want to go to City Hall and get started on the assignment? Laurie asked. Sally hesitated for a moment. The last thing on her mind was the history assignment. Laurie wait. Her hand before her dreamy eyed friend. Earth to Sally. Hello. Do you want to go right. Sally Flash. Laurie, her best friend. Smile. Feeling that she owed it to her buddy whom she'd been neglecting a little lately. Sure, why not? I'll call Matt and have it pick us up later, she said. The two girls walk down the main hall and through the massive glass doors that overlook the nearly manicured courtyard of Haddonfield high. A few students straight across the lawns. The chilly wind blew orange and yellow leaves from the towering oak trees in the air. Lori, lost in her thoughts, walked a few steps behind Sally as they crossed through the student parking lot toward Main Street. Something was different, she thought. Was it the distance growing between them since Matt came alone? Or was it a strange, spooky feeling that the dark, cloudy sky invited? She wondered. The shops on Main Street were all decorated for the Halloween season. Jack o' lantern said almost every window sill. Other shops had cardboard cut outs and ghost black cats and witches hanging in the windows. Sally stopped to gaze at the display in the flower shop, arguing the bouquets of red roses. Aren't they beautiful? Matt gave me a red rose last weekend. Laurie forced herself to smile when she really felt like screaming. On one hand, she was glad that Sally was so happy and had a great guy like Matt.

But still, she wanted someone of her own. Laurie had been feeling a little jealous of their romance lately. If she heard one more juicy, detailed story about Sally's love life, she was going to explode. The deafening roar of a car engine revving took the girls by surprise. They turned to face the street where they saw none other than Marcia Miller in her new black convertible with three of her friends. Martius friends laugh sadistically at the scare. They'd given the girls, Laurie pointed out, Oh, it's Marcia and the SNOP squad. Just then, a tiny water droplet hit Loory on the nose. Marcia, nestled in her leather bucket seat, looked up into the cloud covered sky. She smiled wickedly as though she planned the rainfall. A deafening clap of thunder bellowed across the sky, and more drops began to fall. In a display of arrogance, Marcia pushed a button that costs her convertible top to come up, shielding her from the rain. She opened her automatic window just enough to comment sarcastically. I just love the rainy days. Don't you, Sally? Her sarcasm turned to hatred. And don't think you're gonna get away with that little stunt she pulled in history class today. I'll get my revenge, bitch. Mark my words to protect herself from the downpour. Sally pulled match jacket over her head, locked in a staring contest with Marcia. Sally spat out. Get a life. Better yet, go by a lie. Everyone knows that Matt dumped you and you're just jealous of me. Stop making a fool out of yourself. Seriously. Martius face turned crimson red. Oh, is that what he told you? That he dumped me? Reality check. Hello. I don't think so. Sally took a step toward the fiercely ailing sportscar. Look, Marcia, I don't want to be your enemy. I think we've both had enough of each other and I'm willing to call a truce. Marcia laughed at truce. Me call a truce with someone who's wearing last season's clothes. Get real. I hate you, Sally. In fact, I'm gonna dedicate the rest of the semester to making your life a living hell. Sally laughs sarcastically No, thanks, Marcia. You're really not my type. Marcia's engine revs with fury. Be afraid. Be very afraid. Her black car tore off down Main Street.

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