Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ the terror of kendra king ❯ fall into the dark ( Chapter 1 )
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By: mixy 
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Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Mystery / Supernatural | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.26.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 443 | Status: Completed
umm bad with reveiws read plz
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Mystery / Supernatural | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.26.2006 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.6K | Visits: 443 | Status: Completed
The Terror of
Kendra King
By: Rachel Lindsey
Chapter 1
Outside a large brick building with a sign that reads ‘McDowell high school’ a young girl about 15, a sophomore, climbs up to the highest branch of an oak tree wraps one end of a rope in her rite hand around a thick section of a branch she looks down ‘so this is the end’ she takes a red sharpie from her pocket and writes a small note on her arm puts the noose around her neck then drops into the darkness as soft sweat snow began to fall….
Kent Davidson and Janie Saint-Clair always the first to arrive sat on a bench underneath the oak tree outside of McDowell there normal place in the morning they sat holding hands sometimes they’ll sneak a kiss, this snowy December morning was no different than any other day except that Kent’s ex-girlfriend, Kendra King, wasn’t talking with her friends on the steps suddenly a scream interrupts the morning buzz, Holly, a red headed girl in a blue blazer, pale blue mini skirt and grey leggings screams teachers rush to see what’s wrong Holly points to the tree one of the teachers ,Mr. Downey takes a walkie talkie of his belt “Mrs. Pierce , we have a situation I need officer Owen outside fast” he walks over to Kent and Janie And grabs both of them by the arms. The bell rings early.
Mallory George sat in the photo lab on the 3rd floor taking pitchers of the commotion outside the girl hanging in the tree’s back was toward her as was the note on her lower for arm she zoomed in and snapped a few shots.
Kent stared at his hands the hands that a week earlier was holding that of a dead girl. He twisted the bracelet he got from her in 9th grade; he loved her once he could remember. They went out for 2 years before he decided he liked Janie he dumped her, when she asked him why he did it, he said he loved Janie now she said she understood and walked away. He knew she didn’t understand because neither did he. Meanwhile across the gym officer Lacey Owen positioned the microphone and started to speak “hello I’m Officer Owen” there was a pause “I am going to talk about what happened today” another pause “Kendra Elisabeth King a 10th grader and a student body representative, took her own life last night around 1:00 am she was known for her great contribution to the mural in front of the office witch she designed with the help of Kent Davidson and the art club, what she was not as well known for was that she suffered from chronic depression and that she had a baby last year” there was a loud gasp among the crowd “a baby girl Katie Renée King” Kendra’s mother stepped onto the stage holding a confused looking little brunette girl wearing a pink shirt under a black pair of corduroy overalls followed closely by Michael King , Kendra’s 12 year old brother who looked about half dead “she kept the baby a secret so not to inconvenience anyone telling the school was a request left in a note on her bed last night” officer Owen stepped down from the podium and Kendra’s mother stepped up “hello I’m Sophie King and my instructions are to read a note left by my daughter” she paused then started “ ‘hello people as you know I was found {hopefully} this morning and what I wanted to say to all of you is that the father of my Katie is”’ Mrs. King dabbed her eyes with a kerchief “ ‘ Kent Davidson [big surprise] my boyfriend of 2 years and my soul mate for the rest of my short life. And Kent I’m sorry for putting this on you now’” she took a deep breath “now Kent I just want to tell you that no one blames you” officer Owen stepped back onto the podium “Ms. king tried to hide it under the happy art student but she just couldn’t take it any more. There will be counseling for thought’s who need it in the library today at lunch and after school. When the bell rings go to first period”.
At that point in time Kent realized exactly how much he loved her and exactly how late he was. Janie walked up to him and hugged him, he didn’t hug her back. The bell rang and he started walking to his locker for his photography book. When he opened it pictures came falling out he bent over to pick them up, when he actually looked at the pictures they were of him and Kendra in the hallways at school, at the mall, the park but one was of Kendra alone outside school, with a rope in one hand and red sharpie in the other wearing a McDowell high crows varsity jacket, the jacket he gave to Kendra . Kent froze as he saw the last photo “what the hell?” he said under his breath.
He trudged through the snow back home ‘‘ditching school… what would ken think” Kendra was always a good student hell she was the perfect student, when he got home his mother sat at the kitchen island with a half empty bottle of vodka in front of her as he entered the room his mother stood immediately red faced she smacked him hard against the face “I want you out of my house by tomorrow” she dropped her glass it shattered on the hard wood “out of my house soiling our family’s good name , you were a good boy a good church boy……” she drowned off into muffled sobs.
Kent got into his truck he pulled out of the yard he had some living expenses in his pocket that his father had given him for food and to get a place to stay he drove passed the school and passed Janie’s house he was passing the park as he saw a little hat fly into the road he stopped the truck as a little girl with shoulder length braids and a pink winter coat and little blue uggs followed closely be Mrs. Sophie King the woman bent down and picked up the hat and put it on the little girls head she picked her up the little girl pointed at Kent “Kent!” Mrs. King said as she saw, he pulled over to the side of the road “hello Mrs. King so good to see you, what you two up to?” he looked at the little girl and smiled she berried her face in her grandmothers coat Sophie King laughed “oh us were just making snow men, and you, what are you up to?” he shifted in his seat “my mom kicked me out of the house so I have to find a place to stay till I get back on my feat” Mrs. King looked surprised “oh how terrible” she looked at him concerned “oh dear, your going to stay with us in the guest house you’ve just got to” he smiled “I’ll only stay with you if I have to pay rent I couldn’t be a mooch” he smiled “she smiled back her cell phone rang “hold on honey” she said hurriedly handing Katie to Kent “hello Katie , I’m a friend of your mommy’s” he said in half baby talk “my name is Kent, Kent Davidson and I’m very happy to meet you” the little girl looked up at him and said “Kitty?” he looked amused “sure you can call me kitty if you want” he smiled at the little girl ‘she looks just like Ken’. Sophie clicked off her cell “well wanna go home now you too? Michael will be home and minute” Kent handed Katie back to her grandmother “sounds good to me my stuffs all in my truck, can I move in today?” Sophie nodded her head “yea but it might need to be cleaned up a little bit”.
Kent walked into the huge yellow house looking around he set down some boxes “oh Kent dear I’m going to go to the store the guest house is out back , you can have something to eat or something if you want” Mrs. King said sweetly “thanks” he said in response as her and Katie walked out the door.
Kent wandered up the spiral staircase and found himself in Kendra’s room he picked up a picture of Katie in a frame that said ‘mommy’s little girl’ on it, he continued looking at all the things on a dresser then he found a box at her desk that said ‘only to be opened if I die’ in black sharpie on the lid he opened it inside he found a pile of sealed letters for friends family and one addressed to him he tucked that one into his coat, put the box away and headed for the living room.
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well umm comment plz and tell me what you think. flames allowed bring it on . need writeing
Critique thanks for reading if i get enough positive reveiws i might continue...
yours
-Mixy
Kendra King
By: Rachel Lindsey
Chapter 1
Outside a large brick building with a sign that reads ‘McDowell high school’ a young girl about 15, a sophomore, climbs up to the highest branch of an oak tree wraps one end of a rope in her rite hand around a thick section of a branch she looks down ‘so this is the end’ she takes a red sharpie from her pocket and writes a small note on her arm puts the noose around her neck then drops into the darkness as soft sweat snow began to fall….
Kent Davidson and Janie Saint-Clair always the first to arrive sat on a bench underneath the oak tree outside of McDowell there normal place in the morning they sat holding hands sometimes they’ll sneak a kiss, this snowy December morning was no different than any other day except that Kent’s ex-girlfriend, Kendra King, wasn’t talking with her friends on the steps suddenly a scream interrupts the morning buzz, Holly, a red headed girl in a blue blazer, pale blue mini skirt and grey leggings screams teachers rush to see what’s wrong Holly points to the tree one of the teachers ,Mr. Downey takes a walkie talkie of his belt “Mrs. Pierce , we have a situation I need officer Owen outside fast” he walks over to Kent and Janie And grabs both of them by the arms. The bell rings early.
Mallory George sat in the photo lab on the 3rd floor taking pitchers of the commotion outside the girl hanging in the tree’s back was toward her as was the note on her lower for arm she zoomed in and snapped a few shots.
Kent stared at his hands the hands that a week earlier was holding that of a dead girl. He twisted the bracelet he got from her in 9th grade; he loved her once he could remember. They went out for 2 years before he decided he liked Janie he dumped her, when she asked him why he did it, he said he loved Janie now she said she understood and walked away. He knew she didn’t understand because neither did he. Meanwhile across the gym officer Lacey Owen positioned the microphone and started to speak “hello I’m Officer Owen” there was a pause “I am going to talk about what happened today” another pause “Kendra Elisabeth King a 10th grader and a student body representative, took her own life last night around 1:00 am she was known for her great contribution to the mural in front of the office witch she designed with the help of Kent Davidson and the art club, what she was not as well known for was that she suffered from chronic depression and that she had a baby last year” there was a loud gasp among the crowd “a baby girl Katie Renée King” Kendra’s mother stepped onto the stage holding a confused looking little brunette girl wearing a pink shirt under a black pair of corduroy overalls followed closely by Michael King , Kendra’s 12 year old brother who looked about half dead “she kept the baby a secret so not to inconvenience anyone telling the school was a request left in a note on her bed last night” officer Owen stepped down from the podium and Kendra’s mother stepped up “hello I’m Sophie King and my instructions are to read a note left by my daughter” she paused then started “ ‘hello people as you know I was found {hopefully} this morning and what I wanted to say to all of you is that the father of my Katie is”’ Mrs. King dabbed her eyes with a kerchief “ ‘ Kent Davidson [big surprise] my boyfriend of 2 years and my soul mate for the rest of my short life. And Kent I’m sorry for putting this on you now’” she took a deep breath “now Kent I just want to tell you that no one blames you” officer Owen stepped back onto the podium “Ms. king tried to hide it under the happy art student but she just couldn’t take it any more. There will be counseling for thought’s who need it in the library today at lunch and after school. When the bell rings go to first period”.
At that point in time Kent realized exactly how much he loved her and exactly how late he was. Janie walked up to him and hugged him, he didn’t hug her back. The bell rang and he started walking to his locker for his photography book. When he opened it pictures came falling out he bent over to pick them up, when he actually looked at the pictures they were of him and Kendra in the hallways at school, at the mall, the park but one was of Kendra alone outside school, with a rope in one hand and red sharpie in the other wearing a McDowell high crows varsity jacket, the jacket he gave to Kendra . Kent froze as he saw the last photo “what the hell?” he said under his breath.
He trudged through the snow back home ‘‘ditching school… what would ken think” Kendra was always a good student hell she was the perfect student, when he got home his mother sat at the kitchen island with a half empty bottle of vodka in front of her as he entered the room his mother stood immediately red faced she smacked him hard against the face “I want you out of my house by tomorrow” she dropped her glass it shattered on the hard wood “out of my house soiling our family’s good name , you were a good boy a good church boy……” she drowned off into muffled sobs.
Kent got into his truck he pulled out of the yard he had some living expenses in his pocket that his father had given him for food and to get a place to stay he drove passed the school and passed Janie’s house he was passing the park as he saw a little hat fly into the road he stopped the truck as a little girl with shoulder length braids and a pink winter coat and little blue uggs followed closely be Mrs. Sophie King the woman bent down and picked up the hat and put it on the little girls head she picked her up the little girl pointed at Kent “Kent!” Mrs. King said as she saw, he pulled over to the side of the road “hello Mrs. King so good to see you, what you two up to?” he looked at the little girl and smiled she berried her face in her grandmothers coat Sophie King laughed “oh us were just making snow men, and you, what are you up to?” he shifted in his seat “my mom kicked me out of the house so I have to find a place to stay till I get back on my feat” Mrs. King looked surprised “oh how terrible” she looked at him concerned “oh dear, your going to stay with us in the guest house you’ve just got to” he smiled “I’ll only stay with you if I have to pay rent I couldn’t be a mooch” he smiled “she smiled back her cell phone rang “hold on honey” she said hurriedly handing Katie to Kent “hello Katie , I’m a friend of your mommy’s” he said in half baby talk “my name is Kent, Kent Davidson and I’m very happy to meet you” the little girl looked up at him and said “Kitty?” he looked amused “sure you can call me kitty if you want” he smiled at the little girl ‘she looks just like Ken’. Sophie clicked off her cell “well wanna go home now you too? Michael will be home and minute” Kent handed Katie back to her grandmother “sounds good to me my stuffs all in my truck, can I move in today?” Sophie nodded her head “yea but it might need to be cleaned up a little bit”.
Kent walked into the huge yellow house looking around he set down some boxes “oh Kent dear I’m going to go to the store the guest house is out back , you can have something to eat or something if you want” Mrs. King said sweetly “thanks” he said in response as her and Katie walked out the door.
Kent wandered up the spiral staircase and found himself in Kendra’s room he picked up a picture of Katie in a frame that said ‘mommy’s little girl’ on it, he continued looking at all the things on a dresser then he found a box at her desk that said ‘only to be opened if I die’ in black sharpie on the lid he opened it inside he found a pile of sealed letters for friends family and one addressed to him he tucked that one into his coat, put the box away and headed for the living room.
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well umm comment plz and tell me what you think. flames allowed bring it on . need writeing
Critique thanks for reading if i get enough positive reveiws i might continue...
yours
-Mixy