Ancient Foundations
Ancient Foundations
Chapter One:
Ghost Stories
Uric, Present Day
Dierdre Plunkett sat cross legged on her bed, theatre book open on her lap. Her TV, muted for the moment, was trying to sell her a new revolting flavor of toothpaste. As she read through the cramped lettering of Oedipus Rex a wisp of copper fell in her eyes. Swearing under her breath she impatiently shoved the hair out of her face, readjusted her brown rimmed glasses, and continued on with her assignment. Here she was, a senior, and yet she was reading the same crap she had read in her freshmen year. She was sick of reading how this idiot had killed his father and married his mother. Maybe she’d take a leaf out of his book and gouge her own eyes out. A high pitched and a seriously pissed off voice screeched, pulling the red head from her thoughts.
“Now what?” she muttered just before her door was very rudely thrown open.
“I swear to GOD I’m going to kill the bitch!” her stormy eyed suite-mate bellowed, “Her head’s gonna roll! I swear it is!” Deirdre watched a moment as the tiny raven haired girl thundered about as if she were alone.
“You know, I was trying to get some work done,” she said calmly, the idea of poking her eyes out was becoming increasingly appealing.
“Come off it De, it’s only the second week of school”
“Doesn’t mean we don’t have homework.” Her friend paused in her rage long enough to take in the name of the play Deirdre had been trying to read for the better part of an hour.
“Oh, like you haven’t read that play before. You should have the damn thing memorized by now!” She had to point that out didn’t she? With a sigh of defeat, the older girl closed the book and carefully set it aside.
“What’s wrong now?”
“My mother, the bitch that she is, didn’t pack my favorite shirt!”
“You have got to be kidding me, you’re pissed off over that!?” Deirdre demanded starring at her friend in disbelief.
“I told her to make damn sure she packed it!”
“Hey Drama Queen, next time pack it your self!” She slid off her bed and began shoving the little girl toward the door.
“You don’t get it do you?!”
“Apparently not, and the next time you barge in here try to have a real problem Faye” Deirdre slammed the door shut, leaving Faye to stare at the wood paneling suddenly before her. Grumbling under her breath she dropped back down on her bed and snatched her book back up, but didn’t open it.
“Thanks for nothing De!”
“You’re welcome!”
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