writingutensilthief

The sky was dark and cloudy, threatening to rain. Nice weather like that meant that Gravedale High opened up for outdoor lunch. But today Cleo was too absorbed in the latest issue of her magazine to care. All the mummy models in it had bright white bandages, the kind that would catch everyone's attention and then give them eye damage. They probably even smelled like fresh bleach. Cleo's bandages weren't that bright anymore. She sighed and closed the magazine, pushing it aside. "I wonder if I'm starting to gray," she said aloud to herself. She didn't expect a pair of hands to clamp onto her shoulders in response. "Let's see," Maddie said, studying the color of her hands against Cleo's bandages. Cleo somehow managed not to let out a shriek at the sudden physical contact. She hadn't realized that someone else had sat down at the table she had chosen, or that Maddie was even in school that day. "You're not gray," Maddie determined, pulling away her sickly, fleshy hand. She then