Death's Little Angels Read Free Page B

in
tense situations. Josefina breathed heavily in and out, never
removing her eyes from Cookie Rogers. Cookie narrowed her eyes at
Josefina in a threatening manner before sitting down at her
desk.
    A loud thud from the
corner of the classroom brought everyone’s attention to the rail
thin Karley Richardson who had accompanied Mrs. Kissing and
Josefina. Mrs. Kissing was attending to Karley who had collapsed on
the floor. Drew frowned as he observed the scene. Karley looks like a heap of bones, he thought silently, what were they running from? The
sound of Josefina’s voice brought Drew back to reality.
    “ Cookie, there are bigger
monsters outside that door that you are going to need to save your
energy to fight…. If we survive this, you can fight me then.”
    Josefina’s long jet-black hair swayed more
than halfway down her back. She was cute with an exotic look and
had a thick Mexican accent. All the Junior High boys had a crush on
her, including Cookie Roger’s boyfriend, Bolton Black. Black so
happened to be the running back on the football team.
    “ What on earth happened to
you?” Mrs. Westwood brought her attention back to the trio that
sought refuge in her classroom.
    She noticed the blood stains on Mrs.
Kissing’s clothes, Joesfina’a hair, and Karley’s face. Mrs. Kissing
was currently trying to arouse Karley by gently patting her face.
Mrs. Westwood slowly knelt down to examine the student.
    “ What is wrong with
Karley? It looks like the child has not eaten in months.” Mrs.
Westwood touched her co-worker’s shoulder gently. “Mrs. Kissing?
Why do you have blood all over you? What is going on out there?”
Mrs. Westwood had a sense of urgency in her voice that stirred the
students in the class. She looked up and over the desk to calm the
students. “Class, settle down please. We have a student that is in
need of medical attention.”
    “ Does that explain the
blood splatters?” Drew asked as he leaned over the desk.
    “ Drew, please help me
settle the class down.”
    The class came to another silence as more
needle pricking screams and the smashing of glass was heard outside
the classroom. Drew walked over to Mrs. Westwood and the others
that were huddled behind the desk. He reached into his pocket.
    “ Here try this.” Drew
ripped open an alcohol packet. “Place it under her nose. She will
wake up.”
    Drew’s grandmother was retired military and
knew a thing or two about survival. He recalled how his Mee-maw
would place alcohol packets underneath his mother’s nose in an
effort to wake up her after one of her all night drinking
binges.
    Drew stared down at Karley Richardson as she
slowly began to wake and stir. Karley could have been the all
American girl but succumbed to obsessing over her body image.
    “ What happened to Karley?
Is she bleeding? Was she injured?” Mrs. Westwood repeatedly asked.
She was beginning to sound like a broken record.
    Drew wondered if Karley decided to skip her
breakfast again. Maybe it was foregoing lunch or dinner yesterday.
It was no secret that Karley Richardson had an eating disorder and
apparently it was taking a toll on her body. She once had a crown
full of vivacious bouncy golden curls that now look like stringy
sticks of spaghetti. Toned muscular arms now resembled thin flaps
of translucent skin. Drew cringed at the thought of once wanting to
date her. Karley resembled a toothpick with legs now.
    “ I passed out Mrs.
Westwood,” Karley barely said. “I am so tired. I can’t run
anymore.”
    Mrs. Westwood swallowed
hard as she used the desk like a crutch to raise herself up. “What
were you running from ? Did you run all the way from the east end of the building? What is going
on out there? Are you injured?”
    Karley shook her head no. Drew glanced back
and forth between the two teachers. Mrs. Kissing and Josefina
assisted Karley to her feet. Karley wobbled in between the two as
she tried to stand on her own two feet. Her thin body was as