Slenderman - Doctor
12-03-2009, 12:41 PM
Part One: Snow Day
It all started with a sleepover. Their friendship, I mean. Two girls, a film, popcorn and hair-straighteners. Wham, bam and that's your lot. It was Kate's birthday and so, to celebrate, she'd invited her new friend, Laura, over for the night. After this, they became best friends for a solid three years and they soon knew each other pretty well. Being 16, they weren't afraid to experiment and have some fun. What I mean is, well, they followed the trend of what 16-year-old girls sometimes do. They had pillow fights in their underwear, took photos of each other half naked, obsessed over "fit celebs", bitched about that group of slags at college and gossiped about lads. Getting the picture now? Basically, two stereotypical teenage girls.
Kate Muldowney was blonde but not stupid. Long waves of blonde hair rested over her shoulders and her blue eyes glistened and sparkled in the sun. Ugh, too lovey-dovey. To cut the crap, Kate was a girl like most others who attended Park High College. She was blonde, she wore makeup, she was a tease, and she was clever. Her best friend was rather similar. Laura Shoesmith, however, was a brunette. Practically the only real difference. If you looked at their year's college photo, you probably wouldn't notice them. They just slotted into the jigsaw of life - they didn't stand out and they liked it that way. Unlike some girls, they didn't care about attention. They just wanted to be themselves and, well, I say good on them. I mean, even with what I said earlier (pillow fights, naughty photos and the rest), they kept themselves to themselves. Again, unlike some girls at Park High, they didn't take the photos to send around or put on the Internet. What they did as friends stayed with them as friends.
It was December. Monday 4th December to be exact.
4/12/09.
Of course, that's the way we write the date here in the UK because we do things... logically.
But I digress.
It was a snow day and college had been cancelled, much to the delight of several hundreds of students (and even teachers). It'd felt like forever since their last college break. The closure had been announced pretty sharpish that morning at 8am on the radio, just as Kate opened her eyes and slumped her way out of bed. I say "slumped" because it connotes the sense of slowness. It was freezing in her room and, wearing only a pair of panties, Kate was reluctant to get out of bed. But she had to. And the news announcement helped her get out of bed. The radiator stat was turned off, so she bent down and threw it on to the hottest setting. Then, without realising or caring too much, she flung back her bright pink curtains and adjusted her eyes slightly as the morning winter sun did its best to blind her.
A blanket of white.
It was no surprise to see that half the street were already awake and outside. Parents scraping furiously at their car windows, kids throwing snowballs here, there and everywhere. The view was rather breathtaking. For a few long moments, Kate glanced around, smiling to herself. It was only when she caught the attention of Laura across the road that she realised her upper body was on view to the rest of the world. Laura, living just over the road, was also at her bedroom window gazing into the picture perfect landscape before her. Then their eyes met. And then Laura's hand pointed. It quickly pointed at Kate, who in turn realised and grabbed the curtains for cover.
But, truthfully, Kate didn't really care. Her room was beginning to warm up, the sun was out, snow was falling and college was closed. Signaling "ten minutes" with her hands to Laura, Kate backed away from the window and towards the bathroom.
Setting four, power normal, button pressed, panties off, Kate in.
The temperature was just right - warm but not hot - as it streamed gently through her ruffled blonde hair, over and between her breasts and down her legs. The smell of strawberry-scented shower gel filled the room in seconds as she lathered herself up, even subtly teasing herself as she did so. Next came the Head & Shoulders shampoo. A sponge and two fluffy towels later, Kate was sorted. Back to her room, and to her wardrobe.
A snug pink jumper, bright red knickers and a matching bra, jeans and a pair of knee-high thick socks came out and went on. No messing. In two minutes time, her mobile would ring and she would answer. She dived on to her bed and pulled out her hair-enhancing/straightening/drying device (excuse my uselessness - I'm a male narrator!) and set to work, sorting the finishing touches out. Oh, yeah, and she whipped on a touch of makeup to complete the look.
Her phone vibrated.
"Laura, hey!"
"Hey Kate - nice boobs ya got there," teased Laura, giggling.
"Whatever!" Kate said, laughing slightly.
"Wanna come over for a bit? I've got a sledge --"
"Sure thing," interrupted Kate, now back at the window looking over to Laura's house. "I'll be there in a sec!"
But Laura had something a little more exciting than sledging in mind...
It all started with a sleepover. Their friendship, I mean. Two girls, a film, popcorn and hair-straighteners. Wham, bam and that's your lot. It was Kate's birthday and so, to celebrate, she'd invited her new friend, Laura, over for the night. After this, they became best friends for a solid three years and they soon knew each other pretty well. Being 16, they weren't afraid to experiment and have some fun. What I mean is, well, they followed the trend of what 16-year-old girls sometimes do. They had pillow fights in their underwear, took photos of each other half naked, obsessed over "fit celebs", bitched about that group of slags at college and gossiped about lads. Getting the picture now? Basically, two stereotypical teenage girls.
Kate Muldowney was blonde but not stupid. Long waves of blonde hair rested over her shoulders and her blue eyes glistened and sparkled in the sun. Ugh, too lovey-dovey. To cut the crap, Kate was a girl like most others who attended Park High College. She was blonde, she wore makeup, she was a tease, and she was clever. Her best friend was rather similar. Laura Shoesmith, however, was a brunette. Practically the only real difference. If you looked at their year's college photo, you probably wouldn't notice them. They just slotted into the jigsaw of life - they didn't stand out and they liked it that way. Unlike some girls, they didn't care about attention. They just wanted to be themselves and, well, I say good on them. I mean, even with what I said earlier (pillow fights, naughty photos and the rest), they kept themselves to themselves. Again, unlike some girls at Park High, they didn't take the photos to send around or put on the Internet. What they did as friends stayed with them as friends.
It was December. Monday 4th December to be exact.
4/12/09.
Of course, that's the way we write the date here in the UK because we do things... logically.
But I digress.
It was a snow day and college had been cancelled, much to the delight of several hundreds of students (and even teachers). It'd felt like forever since their last college break. The closure had been announced pretty sharpish that morning at 8am on the radio, just as Kate opened her eyes and slumped her way out of bed. I say "slumped" because it connotes the sense of slowness. It was freezing in her room and, wearing only a pair of panties, Kate was reluctant to get out of bed. But she had to. And the news announcement helped her get out of bed. The radiator stat was turned off, so she bent down and threw it on to the hottest setting. Then, without realising or caring too much, she flung back her bright pink curtains and adjusted her eyes slightly as the morning winter sun did its best to blind her.
A blanket of white.
It was no surprise to see that half the street were already awake and outside. Parents scraping furiously at their car windows, kids throwing snowballs here, there and everywhere. The view was rather breathtaking. For a few long moments, Kate glanced around, smiling to herself. It was only when she caught the attention of Laura across the road that she realised her upper body was on view to the rest of the world. Laura, living just over the road, was also at her bedroom window gazing into the picture perfect landscape before her. Then their eyes met. And then Laura's hand pointed. It quickly pointed at Kate, who in turn realised and grabbed the curtains for cover.
But, truthfully, Kate didn't really care. Her room was beginning to warm up, the sun was out, snow was falling and college was closed. Signaling "ten minutes" with her hands to Laura, Kate backed away from the window and towards the bathroom.
Setting four, power normal, button pressed, panties off, Kate in.
The temperature was just right - warm but not hot - as it streamed gently through her ruffled blonde hair, over and between her breasts and down her legs. The smell of strawberry-scented shower gel filled the room in seconds as she lathered herself up, even subtly teasing herself as she did so. Next came the Head & Shoulders shampoo. A sponge and two fluffy towels later, Kate was sorted. Back to her room, and to her wardrobe.
A snug pink jumper, bright red knickers and a matching bra, jeans and a pair of knee-high thick socks came out and went on. No messing. In two minutes time, her mobile would ring and she would answer. She dived on to her bed and pulled out her hair-enhancing/straightening/drying device (excuse my uselessness - I'm a male narrator!) and set to work, sorting the finishing touches out. Oh, yeah, and she whipped on a touch of makeup to complete the look.
Her phone vibrated.
"Laura, hey!"
"Hey Kate - nice boobs ya got there," teased Laura, giggling.
"Whatever!" Kate said, laughing slightly.
"Wanna come over for a bit? I've got a sledge --"
"Sure thing," interrupted Kate, now back at the window looking over to Laura's house. "I'll be there in a sec!"
But Laura had something a little more exciting than sledging in mind...