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irockchic
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im writing a story about a vampire. Comments and suggestions please.
I had everything anyone could ever ask for. A great boyfriend, a loyal(or at least I thought) best friend, a loving family, and a scholarship offer to any Ivy league school of my choice. Could my last few months of high school get any better? At the time, I thought the answer was no, they couldn't. I was absolutely right, they got worse.
I'd always had a problem with my temper. I didn't realize that it was going to be the reason for my death, or at least the end of my humanity. But it really started with prom.
Prom. I never liked prom, but that was beacause I never had a boyfriend before. My boyfriend, Logan, didn't want to push me too hard to go to prom, but this year I actually wanted to go. He didn't understand why becuase over the last few years he had to put up with me complaining aboout prom. That was before we started going out. But Logan wasn't the real problem, it was my best friend, Kylie. She had her own boyfriend, Ricky, but she was constantly jealous of my relationship with Logan. That's why, a few weeks before prom, she broke up with her Ricky. She was trying to steal Logan from me. So much for loyal. But I didn't let it get on my nerves, or I tryed not to. Like I said, temper. We got in an argument days before prom, though.
"Why can't you get your own life instead of trying to take mine!" I had yelled at her.
"I'm not trying to take anything!" Kylie had screamed back,"Besides, your life is so perfect, why can't you live without one little thing!''
''I don't think my boyfriend is just one little thing!''
''Seriously Bridgett, you two were gonna break up anyway. Might as well be sooner than later.''
''How do you know we were gonna break up!''
" 'Cause you guys suck as a couple.''
''Just because you're jealous doesn't mean we're gonna break up. And you just plain suck,'' I countered.
She stomped out of my house, slammed her car door, and screeched out of my driveway. Oh well, I thought, If she's gonna act like that, she's no friend of mine. But that wasn't going to be our last arguement on the subject.
The next day at school, Kylie apoligized. We made plans to hang out at my house after school at her house.When we started talking about prom, things got hested again.
''Would you just stop it!'' I yelled at her. She was really bugging me now.
''Would you butt out!''
''Why should I butt out of my own business?''
''How is this your business?'' She asked. She was being ridiculous.
''I think my boyfriend would be my business.''
''Oh c'mon, Bridgett. He doesn't belong to you.''
''So he doesn't belong to you, either!'' I was really raising my vioce now.
''Um, Bridge. I think you should calm down.'' She sounded nervous.
''Why the hell should I calm down?'' I screeched.
"You're bleeding. Check out your mouth.'' It was true. I wiped my hand across my mouth. Sure enough, there was blood. Only it didn't look like normal blood. It was a bright crimson,not a dull rusty color.I got really nervous, too. I screamed. Blood came pouring out of my mouth like a waterfall. Kylie fainted. I just ran. I ran out of the town and to the small forest where I would die. I knew my parents would be worried. Kylie wil tell them about the blood. Cops would follow the trail until they found my body. But I didn't care about what would happen. Sure Kylie would finally be with Logan, so she'd be happy. My parents would move on eventually. My death was for the best.So I found a tree to kneal on as I died.
I woke up. It was dark. I was in a small enclosure. It smelled like would but it was covered in velvet. Suddenly I realized what i must be in. A coffin. My coffin. How long had it benn since my death. I wasn't sure. How would I get out of this thing? I could scream, but what if no one was here? If someone was here, they would never think it was a dead person screaming for help. What if I dug myself out? It was worth a try. So I did try. i dug and dug. The wood splintered away as I ran my hands through it. Then, I was lying in the dirt. I would have to figure a way out of the dirt. I coudn't be too deep under ground. I started clawing my way up. And then I broke through the soil. It was sunny outside, late afternoon. I sucked in a deep breath of fresh air. Then it hit me. I was down there for a while. I should have suffocated down there, but I didn't. The air i took in didn't do anything. I couldn't breathe. I had no lungs. So how was I alive?
I had everything anyone could ever ask for. A great boyfriend, a loyal(or at least I thought) best friend, a loving family, and a scholarship offer to any Ivy league school of my choice. Could my last few months of high school get any better? At the time, I thought the answer was no, they couldn't. I was absolutely right, they got worse.
I'd always had a problem with my temper. I didn't realize that it was going to be the reason for my death, or at least the end of my humanity. But it really started with prom.
Prom. I never liked prom, but that was beacause I never had a boyfriend before. My boyfriend, Logan, didn't want to push me too hard to go to prom, but this year I actually wanted to go. He didn't understand why becuase over the last few years he had to put up with me complaining aboout prom. That was before we started going out. But Logan wasn't the real problem, it was my best friend, Kylie. She had her own boyfriend, Ricky, but she was constantly jealous of my relationship with Logan. That's why, a few weeks before prom, she broke up with her Ricky. She was trying to steal Logan from me. So much for loyal. But I didn't let it get on my nerves, or I tryed not to. Like I said, temper. We got in an argument days before prom, though.
"Why can't you get your own life instead of trying to take mine!" I had yelled at her.
"I'm not trying to take anything!" Kylie had screamed back,"Besides, your life is so perfect, why can't you live without one little thing!''
''I don't think my boyfriend is just one little thing!''
''Seriously Bridgett, you two were gonna break up anyway. Might as well be sooner than later.''
''How do you know we were gonna break up!''
" 'Cause you guys suck as a couple.''
''Just because you're jealous doesn't mean we're gonna break up. And you just plain suck,'' I countered.
She stomped out of my house, slammed her car door, and screeched out of my driveway. Oh well, I thought, If she's gonna act like that, she's no friend of mine. But that wasn't going to be our last arguement on the subject.
The next day at school, Kylie apoligized. We made plans to hang out at my house after school at her house.When we started talking about prom, things got hested again.
''Would you just stop it!'' I yelled at her. She was really bugging me now.
''Would you butt out!''
''Why should I butt out of my own business?''
''How is this your business?'' She asked. She was being ridiculous.
''I think my boyfriend would be my business.''
''Oh c'mon, Bridgett. He doesn't belong to you.''
''So he doesn't belong to you, either!'' I was really raising my vioce now.
''Um, Bridge. I think you should calm down.'' She sounded nervous.
''Why the hell should I calm down?'' I screeched.
"You're bleeding. Check out your mouth.'' It was true. I wiped my hand across my mouth. Sure enough, there was blood. Only it didn't look like normal blood. It was a bright crimson,not a dull rusty color.I got really nervous, too. I screamed. Blood came pouring out of my mouth like a waterfall. Kylie fainted. I just ran. I ran out of the town and to the small forest where I would die. I knew my parents would be worried. Kylie wil tell them about the blood. Cops would follow the trail until they found my body. But I didn't care about what would happen. Sure Kylie would finally be with Logan, so she'd be happy. My parents would move on eventually. My death was for the best.So I found a tree to kneal on as I died.
I woke up. It was dark. I was in a small enclosure. It smelled like would but it was covered in velvet. Suddenly I realized what i must be in. A coffin. My coffin. How long had it benn since my death. I wasn't sure. How would I get out of this thing? I could scream, but what if no one was here? If someone was here, they would never think it was a dead person screaming for help. What if I dug myself out? It was worth a try. So I did try. i dug and dug. The wood splintered away as I ran my hands through it. Then, I was lying in the dirt. I would have to figure a way out of the dirt. I coudn't be too deep under ground. I started clawing my way up. And then I broke through the soil. It was sunny outside, late afternoon. I sucked in a deep breath of fresh air. Then it hit me. I was down there for a while. I should have suffocated down there, but I didn't. The air i took in didn't do anything. I couldn't breathe. I had no lungs. So how was I alive?