
Urban Legend. (NOTE* You will need a mirror for something further down)
Rating ; PG 13
Summary: You thought Bloody Mary was just a myth, an urban legend maybe, you thought it could never happen. Well you’re right. But I bet you’ve never heard of The Black Widow. Mary’s sister. She’s real. And she’s worse than you could have possible imagined.
Chapter One: Just an Urban Legend…
You sat on her bed and pressed play on her CD walkman. Slipknot. The best band ever started to play. You started head banging to the beat of the music and became absorbed in your own world. I sat on the chair across the room. My blonde pigtails fell in front of my face as I read my magazine.
You’re hair flung back and forth and you threw your head around. I sighed. Sometimes I couldn’t understand why me and you were best friends. We are total opposites. You loved head banging to horrible boys music and I only liked to look at the boys.
I perked up and put her magazine down as she thought of something.
“Oh my gosh right there was this lush boy in my Algebra class today. He just transferred here from Boston. He is gorgeous.”
I stopped talking and then looked at you for a reply. You just kept head banging.
“Hey, are you even listening to me?”
No answer, I could hear her music from all the way over where you were sat, there was no way you could hear her talking.
“OI!” I yelled.
You jumped and looked over, still with the music blaring and scowled.
“What?” You yelled voice louder than normal because of the music in your ears.
“I was talking to you.” I replied, trying to sound calm. I hated when you had in music because I knew you couldn’t be disturbed. “Now if I can carry on…”
“Yes please do, please keep going on about this boy in English and that boy at Lunch. Please keep boring me.”
I said nothing, but sat still, holding a piece of paper I had taken from my pocket. I turned it over a few times in my hands before opening it and closing it again. You grew curious.
“Hey. Elle, what’s that in your hand.” You knew I was ignoring you and you began to tease me. You knew I hated childish things so she was childish.
“Oooh Elle’s got a love letter; Elle’s got a love letter!” You chanted.
“Shut up. It’s not a love letter.”
“Well what is it then?”
“I dunno, I can’t read it. It’s all in Like Gibberish or something.” I studied my letter. I couldn’t make out what it said. Can you?

As you took my letter, I knew you would figure it out straight away. You always did. You stared at me and started laughing.
“You’re so stupid.” You laughed. “It’s backwards. Hand me that mirror.” As I handed you the mirror I wondered how you had been so quick figuring it out. Then I remembered. You always used to write thing backwards, just to look at them in the mirror.
“You see.” You told me. “It’s backwards.”
I didn’t even look. Instead I asked you what it said. You replied something about it looking like song lyrics. By ‘The Black Widow’s, you said. Then you decided you wanted to put a tune to it, and you left me alone, with not even a boy to look at.
END OF CHAPTER ONE.