#RIPJohn by Sian B. Claven
Occult Fiction, Occult Horror
Everyone wants a chance to fit in, and that’s all John King wants when he starts at his new school. A relentless bully, a blogger, and a pretty girl all have a different plan for him, though and after he endures all he can, John takes his own life.
The only problem left for Devan, Melinda and Jenny?
He doesn’t stay dead.
Trigger Warning: This book contains scenes of graphic bullying and suicide.
How disgusting that the little nerd freak had bumped into her in the cafeteria. She had made everyone laugh when she insulted him, and for once in her life she felt noticed.
Melinda had spent the better part of her schooling career being invisible. Too plain to be popular, too normal to be teased, the only power she found she had was the words she wrote for the school’s blog and newspaper. There she discovered she had the power to either make or break the politics within the student body. Everyone read what she wrote and feared to cross her, but it wasn’t enough. She still felt invisible.
Then John bumped into her and she realised he was the latest victim of Devan’s bullying regime. She saw an opportunity and took it, calling him out for the disgusting little freak he was. He was so embarrassed and then the teacher confiscated the soggy comic book to add insult to injury.
With that taste of power, Melinda felt in her bones that she needed more. Much more. So she put together a little plan that was sure to get her to the top of the school’s food chain, and let others know who she was and, more importantly, that she wasn’t someone to be messed with.
Melinda needed the perfect plan to play her part in putting John in his place and came up with it not too long after the incident in the cafeteria. She needed just one thing to seal the deal and then she would be ready for her victim.
It took a few days before she managed to find someone willing to buy her the necessary tools, since she wasn’t of an age to purchase it herself, but once she had it she was ready.
It was a beautiful day when John woke up. The sun was shining and he could hear birds in the trees outside his window. Still, his heart filled with dread at the prospect of going to school and putting up with Devan and his goons. With a dark sigh, he got out of bed and got dressed, going downstairs to have breakfast quietly so he didn’t wake his mother and father.
Once finished eating and having washed his dishes, he shouldered his backpack and left the house, wanting to get to school as early as possible to avoid his bullies.
He got to his locker without incident and retrieved his books, stuffing them into his bag. He went to the library and sat there, reading his comic book until the first bell signaled and he had to rush to class. Getting there just before his teacher closed the door, he apologized and quickly went to his seat, amid snickers from his peers. He blushed and hid as much as he could in his seat.
“Since John is late I think he can graciously offer to fetch the television for our lesson today from the AV Room,” Mr. Willsmith said, holding out a key.
John nodded and got up, took the key from Mr. Willsmith and left the room.
“In the meantime, you can talk quietly amongst yourselves until he is back,” Mr Willsmith said, before sitting at his desk and picking up a book.
Hailing from Johannesburg South Africa, Sian B. Claven has enjoyed stories for all her life, whether she was reading them or making them. She has written for as long as she can remember, but Ensnared is the first book she decided to publish. Moving towards writing more for the horror / paranormal thriller genre, Sian has subsequently published the first two books in The Butcher Books series, Tatum and Kallista. When Sian isn’t thinking of ways to terrify people, she enjoys writing science fiction stories, poetry and rather long and gushy birthday wishes. When she isn’t working on her writing you can find her knitting, scrapbooking, reading, or playing Xbox. Sian previously reviewed for The Blithering Bibliomaniacs and still reviews in her private capacity. She clearly doesn’t know what the words rest and relaxation mean, at least not in the traditional sense.