RATTLESNAKES // CHAPTER ONE EXCERPT (aka the first interaction)
âł a wip by m.a.m. @obstinateheadstrong
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I know I said I was farsighted, but normally the road isnât bright orange. And normally the road doesnât have hair that stands straight up on its body. Oh, no. That was a cat.
I was going to be a murderer.
No, I couldnât. I was not going to jail for first-degree cat slaughter. My hands reacted faster than my brain did as they swerved the wheel to the left. This was it. This was how I was going to die. Saving a cat from its own stupid mistake. Thud. The car jerked to a stop after smashing into something. Please, please, please donât let it be a cat. Anything but a cat.
I exhaled, a little rattled from the collision. Unlatching the seatbelt, I held back tears. This car was my baby and judging just from the sound, this was not going to be pretty. Just as I opened my car door, the house lights flashed on. Great. There goes my plan of driving away. Okay, just kidding. But, also, not really.
âWhat?â I asked as the voice came closer.
âYou just killed that tricycle,â He stepped into view.
No, no, no, please no. We knew each other. Well, sort of. It was more along the lines of I knew him. His name was Ezra Miller and he was in my AP English literature class. Everyone knew him as the class clown and secretly suspected he cheated his way into AP. I was fairly certain he didnât even know I was in his class, let alone my name. Also, wait. Tricycle? I turned my head, cautiously, to look at what my car plowed into.
âOh, thank God. It wasnât a cat,â I breathed.
âA cat? That was almost Strudel?â Ezra asked, tone full of accusation.
âStrudel? Where?â
âStrudel is my little sisterâs cat,â He said.
âIs that all youâre going to say? You almost killed my sisterâs cat and then you destroyed her tricycle which is going to spark the death of me.â He ranted, âMarie is going to murder me because I was the last one to see her tricycle still alive.â
Heâs joking, right? I just got in a car accident and he didnât even ask if I was okay. Nice to know his mother taught him basic manners. I opened my mouth, âIâm fine thanks for asking.â
âWait a second. Iâve seen you before.â Ezraâs eyes lit up.
âYeah, weâre in the same class.â
Of course, he didnât know. He was too occupied with playing video games in class to memorize the names of his peers. All he ever did was play some knock-off Call of Duty game when we were supposed to be note-taking. Itâs a miracle that he didnât drop out of the class yet, seeing how brutal AP is. I sighed, âYeah.â
âOh, right! Youâre Tammy from biology,â He said.
âWhat? Thereâs not even a Tammy in our grade!â
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