(Valken is MurderMyDoll13's character, I'm just borrowing her! lol!)

"Ravana Ravencroft, What's the answer to number 12?" Mrs. Jereks asks me.
The way she's looking at me suggests she knows I'm actually reading 'Hit Parader'.
I nevously chew on the eraser on my pencil.
My blue eyes are squinted in concentration and my black hair feels like a weight pulling me down toward the unfinished work on my page anchoring me to it.
My best friednd Valken, snickers behind me as she writes 'Team Voorhees' on her binder.
I remain quite for a minute more.
She rools her eyes and whispers in my ear.
" 28,005 times 34,000."
I repeat her answer.
Mrs. Jereks looks resigned.
"Valken and Ravana, report to me after class."
Damn.

We did it again.
We just got ourselves in trouble.
We're really good at that.

---After Class---

" To be 17 years old Ravana, I don't understand for the life of me why you like Pinhead!"

I glance at Valken irritably.

"Your the one in love with Jason Voorhees, so I don't want to hear it Val! We go through this twelve times a week, so just drop it!"

My shouting has gained the attention of the whole hallway.

"His name is Elliot Spencer for god's sake! Captain Elliot Spencer."

James, our best guy friend walks over to join us on our dailey quest to the lunchroom.

"Hey Val...Ravana."

I rolled my eyes as he greeted Val warmly.

"It's not gonna happen James. I told you I'm holding out for someone a lot..."

She looks at me for help.

"Taller than you." I say lamely.

James smirks.

"Who Val? Jason Voorhees? He's not real for satan's sake."

Val cocks her eyebrows.

"Satan's sake?" I question for her stepping into the lunch line finally, my two friends in tow.

James shruggs.

"Just trying to be...different."

Val nods knowingly and laughs.

"Like you know shit about being different. Honestly James, your making people steriotype goths." Val snorts.

James seems lost.

"Aren't we suppose to be all for death and stuff dying? Murder and the color black? Blood and saccrifice?"

I step back.

Valken mirrors the position.

"Okay, seriously, stop talking your freaky-deaky shit...it's just weird." Val mutters turning pale.

This kinda reminds me of the time our Gym teacher made us watch a movie on abortions.

Val had the same look on her face as she did a minute ago.

"Anything for you dearest!" James trills.

"Are you gay? and for the last time...DON'T CALL ME DEAREST!"

I roll my eyes as we sit down at our usual spots on the south side of the cafeteria.

Just another typical day at Springwood High School.

Until I saw him.