The Price family has always had the same type of hair. Dark hair, black as a raven. If you've ever seen any of those old Vincent Price movies based off of Edgar Allen Poe stories, you would appreciate the irony. It's been that way for generations, but there was one exception. My younger sister, Lilly. She had hair the color of tin. Lilly was a girl that you would love to hate. Her face was always expressionless. She very rarely ever smiled or frowned. The one time she did, the family dog ran and hid in the corner. Ever since she was a baby, people would tell her she had beautiful eyes. When I looked in them, I could see only a hint of disdain for all organic life. She had no real friends, only two imaginary ones she's had since she was two she named Willy (she would always say he was a walking orca) and Teresa. At the age of eleven, she would still talk to them. If this had been a pack of animals, she would've been ostracized as a freak. Instead, she was always the center of attention at home, the special snowflake if you will.
I was never really sure about elementary school life for her. No one would talk to her or about her when I was around. I would assume some rumor would exist of her, but everyone almost tried to ignore she existed. If I had seen her in the cafeteria, no one would be sitting at the same table as her, unless they couldn't help it. I've seen people eat on the floor entirely because no other spots were available. What she had done or what had happened remains a mystery to me.
Now, it's middle school. Myself, Howard Price (only making the hair and name connection worse, but thankfully obscure for my age group), was in eighth grade and my sister was in sixth grade. It's been three years since we were last in same school and the first time Lilly had to meet new people. One thing I've always hated about this school is that eighth grade and sixth grade gym classes shared the same times and the same gym, made worse by both of our classes being at the same time. As my class waited on the bleachers for our teacher to come out, the sixth grade class was getting started. The class seperated into two groups and went to opposite sides. Dodgeball, it seems. Lilly will probably be one of the first gone, she wasn't athletic in the least and her strange appearance only makes her stand out more.
Or so I would've thought. Her side was quickily eliminated, but Lilly was dodging left and right, using her teammates as human shields against the barrage of volleyballs. At least, Lilly was left. I could see Lilly, stop, look down to the ground and just stand there, as if waiting for her inevitable execution. Too bad I had to lock up my cell, I would've wanted a picture of this moment. Just as the ball flew towards her, a giant hand came from the ground and grabbed it. It was black, nails sharp and yellow. It's length stretched that of Lilly's body. The walls and floor of the gymnasium shook and cracked. Black tentacles shot from the cieling, crashing into the lights with glass shattering everywhere. The gym, which had been a light room filled only with laughing and the screaching of sneakers was now dark and filled with crashes and screams of terror. From the main crack of the floor, two figures came from the abyss. One was around nine feet tall, muscular like a body builder on steroids and completely black except for a white patch on each side of the face, which could have been it's eyes. It's mouth was agape, with teeth as sharp and long as knives and a tongue like a red tentacle, ready to grasp anything it touched. The other was around twelve feet, much more lanky than it's friend, but had sewn shut eyes and no mouth. But it's fingers were likes spears, yellowish in whatever remained of the light.
The two creatures gathered up whatever balls they found on the ground on Lilly's side. Once they were done with this task, they proceeded to throw them at whatever sixth graders were left in the room that hadn't run way or hide under the bleachers. With their task done, they crept back into the abyss. And there Lilly stood, with a slight smirk on her face. She only said two words, and those two words have stuck in my mind forever since.
"I win."
I almost want to redo this completely, but for now, it fulfills the criteria needed for a good grade.
