"What was it like at Wallace?" Kate probed with all the stealth of a buffalo.

"Do you remember...anyone in particular? A friend perhaps?"

No response.

"Just curious, did you play characters back then? Like specifically when did it start? I know you said eighth grade but-"

"You know why I keep you around?" The gloomy Goth/emo snapped emotionless, turning on her. She was whiter than paper and wrapped up in a black trench coat Marilyn Manson style.

Kate blinked.

"No, but I'm sure you'll tell me," she replied after a pause.

"Because... You. Don't. Ask. Questions," the domineering figure said slowly looming over her, emphasising the last three words with her soul-less black lips as she pushed off the tombstone she had been so carelessly leaning on.

Amethyst had resurfaced and wanted to take her annual trip to the cemetery. Her demonic slit eyes glaring inches from Kate's. She didn't dare blink.

"Am I clear?"

"Crystal," Kate squeaked. It wasn't time to poke the bear.

[A/N] Tell what you think so far. Which characters you hate the most, which you like. And as always Comment, vote, feedback. Not gonna lie spelling Amethyst was a nightmare and a half.