The Fallen Parler: Part One (A supernatural mystery thriller) by B.C Safari Read Free Book Online

Heads-butting, they collided in the air, which sent the food flying in every direction from both dinner trays. The two girls rubbed their aching heads.
    ‘I’m so sorry,’ mumbled Charlotte.
    ‘No, I’m so sorry. I should’ve seen you coming,’ said the girl.
    They stared at the assortment of food that was now one hideous mound over the floor, and both started laughing in sync.
    ‘I’m so bleedin’ clumsy,’ the young woman chuckled. She and Charlotte began scraping the remains of their lunch from the floor. ‘Why haven’t I seen you before?’
    ‘That’s because I’m new,’ replied Charlotte, ‘my name’s Charley.’
    ‘Aha …so you’re the new girl who put Beau Bennet in her place.’
    Charlotte rolled her eyes, silently answering the rhetorical question.
    ‘It’s good to meet you. I’m Sasha Fling.’
    Charlotte studied Sasha’s face, and instantly deduced that she was very beautiful. Sasha’s caramel coloured skin and sharp hazel eyes gave her a delicate golden glow. She had full lips and eyebrows, defined cheeks and tight, black tresses of hair.
    ‘Wow, news really travels fast around here, doesn’t it?’ said Charlotte quietly, still absorbing Sasha’s striking features.
    ‘Oh, you shouldn’t worry about that. Tomorrow they’d have found something more flavoursome to gossip about.’
    Charlotte chuckled, ‘I hope so.’
    Sasha had a genuine amiability which Charlotte rarely sensed from anyone, especially not on first meeting. Talking was seamless with Sasha, not nearly as superficial as it had been with Delilah, Grace and Beau. When lunch came to a close, Charlotte and Sasha were pleased to discover that they both had a History lesson with Mr. McGlean for last period. They arranged to walk to class together. Charlotte managed to dodge Beau Bennet and her minions at afternoon form time. She found a seat beside Junior, who had been oddly vacant all day.
    ‘Where have you been?’ said Charlotte, ‘I’m pretty sure we have the same lessons…more or less.’
    ‘I explained to Mrs Quabble that I don’t have to do lessons. My A-level grades from Ridgewood are already guaranteed,’ scowled Junior.
    ‘That’s totally unfair!’ exclaimed Charlotte, ‘lessons are compulsory, whether you’ve got your grades or not!’
    ‘Well, that’s what I’ve just found out,’ huffed Junior, ‘apparently, I’ve got a one-hour detention after school for bunking.’
    ‘Now that’s fair,’ sneered Charlotte, ‘I guess your charming hero effect is wearing off.’
    ‘And what about you?’ shot Junior, ‘I heard you dissed the most popular girl in school to her face.’
    ‘You shouldn’t pay so much attention to gossip,’ snapped Charlotte, ‘and for the record…I did.’
    ‘Badass,’ smirked Junior.
    Charlotte smiled to herself, secretly proud. When form was dismissed, Charlotte hurried to meet her new acquaintance who, whilst they were walking to class, informed her that Mr. McGlean’s History lesson might just be the most tedious class she would ever have to endure. Sasha was right. McGlean was a tough stutterer; it took him nearly five minutes to get through a single sentence, so it seemed that the lesson would never end. When the dusty classroom clock struck 3.10, marking the end of the school day, most students charged to the door without any sympathy for the old man who was struggling to shout, ‘Claa-a-a-sssdissss-missed!’
    Junior, however, trudged lazily behind all the other excited school kids. He envied them now, they were free as birds, whilst he had nothing to look forward to but a one-hour detention with Mrs. Lee.
    ‘Not a good start, hero-boy,’ said Mrs Lee, raising her brows as Junior handed her the pink detention slip, ‘truanting on your first day ... tut tut.’
    ‘I wasn’t truanting,’ muttered Junior, before remembering that he’d probably not have enough energy to explain why he didn’t need to go to lessons. That, would involve discussing his