I walked out of the bus and into the big building in front of me. High school. Freshman year and I was ready to dominate it. My name is Kelsi Whex. At my old school I maintained the highest status of popularity (which everybody knew) and a 4.0 GPA (which nobody knew), but high school was different. That was make it or break it for everybody. Either you’d be the sad geek in the back of the classroom with your hand always in the air, or you’d be the most popular person in your grade, or even better, the whole school. Usually only juniors or seniors were the popular kids, but me? I was determined to be the best of the best. I walked into homeroom and took the seat right in the middle of the classroom. The teacher always called on the people in the front or back but almost never the middle. At least that’s what my junior boyfriend told me. Chris is the sweetest guy I’ve ever met, and to be honest, the cutest. I’m lucky I snatched him up before anyone else could. We met 1 year ago at a water park. It was love at first sight. I was just on my float when one of his friends came and bumped into me, swimming backwards to catch a football. Lucky for me, Chris was right behind me and caught me before I could fall into the water. I’ve loved him ever since. Anyways, back to school. I went through my classes and walked down those halls like I owned the place. At lunch I grabbed my best friends and we went to sit with Chris. He was one of the most popular people there, so that instantly boosted my popularity.
“Hey Kelsi!” Chris called
“Chris! Hey! How’s first day of junior year going?”
“Heh. Normal. How’s your first year of high school going freshie?” He smiled and kissed my head.
“Ha ha very funny. And it’s going great, thank you very much.” I said matter-of-factly.
We ate lunch and when we parted to go to my classes, two times as many people knew who I was than during the first half of the day. At the end of the day I went home and had an apple for a snack. Then I did my homework and watched TV. The next two weeks were pretty much the same as the first day, only now I was the 4th most popular girl at the school. Then it happened. One day I was walking home from the bus stop as usual when I noticed a big white van behind me. I ignored it until it pulled up next to me.
“Need a ride, girly?” An old man with a rough voice asked.
“Um no thank you. I walk everyday but thanks for the offer.”
“Alright then.” He said and then he drove off.
I was a little weirded out but felt much safer now that he’d gone. I was almost to my house when I saw it again but farther back. I ran and hid behind the bushes outlining my front yard. I watched as it slowly drove by and I saw the man looking out the window carefully, his eyes passing right over me. I was really freaked out and ran inside. I did my homework and ate an apple as usual, but as I was getting ready to watch TV, the doorbell rang. I thought it was my mom or dad getting home from work early, and I was about to yell that it was open when I realized that they always told me when they were coming home early. I got on my hands and knees and crawled to the front door, thanking the lord for our silent floors and quiet locks. When I locked the door, I sat up against it for a minute waiting to hear footsteps walking away. They never did. I was just about to get up when the doorbell rang again. And again. And again and again and again. Whoever was out there knew I was in here. Then they started pounding on the door. The door only has a tiny peephole so if I got up and risked making noise, I could see who was there. I decided against it and crawled back into the living room. I grabbed my phone and called 911.
“Hello 911 what’s your emergency?”
“Yes, hello? Um my name is Kelsi Whex and I’m home alone and someone is trying to get in.”
“Okay stay calm. We are sending people over. Can you stay on the line with us?”
“Maybe? I don’t want him to hear me.”
“Okay. Do you know who is out there?”
“No but I think I might know.” I said, remembering the man it the white van.
“Okay can you tell me?”
“When I was walking home, this old man came up to me in his car and asked if I wanted a ride home. I said no and then he drove away. A little bit later I saw the van come back and I hid. When I went inside I ate an apple and did my homework when I heard the bell ring.”
“Okay, do you know what type and color the car was?
“It was a Ford, and it was a white van.”
“Okay the police will be there in a minute.”
When the police finally arrived, they ran up to the door. I was waiting for them to knock but they never did. When I opened the door, there were the bodies of 3 police, all stabbed. I threw up and ran to my neighbor’s house. I’ll never forget what I saw drive by. The same white van but this time on the side, was a smear of blood.
“We’re not in wonderland anymore Alice.”
– Charles Manson