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I didn't realize how long it was until I posted it. I'm sorry for that! Please put up with it, or just read the first paragraph or so. . .
It's a fairly rough draft. I've fixed it up a bit, but there are a few things I need to improve. . .
I was standing next to Kayla after school--I don’t really remember what happened next. All I know is, one: there was blood, and two: my mouth was watering. Great, just great. All I wanted was to fit in at my new school—kind of ironic now, isn’t it? Everyone was going to know I was a freak. Not the ordinary, ooh-I-think-it’s-cool-to-smoke-pot kind of freak. I’m talking about the weird-blood-sucking-phantom kind of freak. Sure, there were lots of vampires, but that doesn’t change the fact that people hate us. I guess I expected them to find out sooner or later, but not now. I wasn’t going to think about her blood. Not the one girl at this school who’s accepted me from the beginning. Besides, it was only a paper cut. Maybe if I just concentrate on not thinking about it…
“Hey—uh, are you okay Adelie?” Kayla stared at me like I was a circus freak.
“Don’t I look okay?” I looked at her, with what I hoped was a convincing smile.
“You look like you got hit by a bus.” I forgot how hard it was to listen and not think about her blood, at the same time. When I didn’t answer, she asked me again, “is something wrong?”
“No Kayla. I’m fine, really.” I tried to sound normal, but my words came out a little shaky.
“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes at me. I never thought I would be so relieved to hear Kayla’s dorky ring tone, but when the words to “Technologic” chimed from her phone, I let out the breath I’d been holding.
“Nathan’s picking you up, right?” I looked towards the parking lot where her boyfriend’s blue Chevy truck was waiting. “Have fun.”
She grabbed her Hollister bag and waved at me while Nathan helped her into the truck. As soon as they were out of sight, I bolted for my car—a sweet 71 Mach 1 Mustang. Glad to have avoided that nasty situation, I turned the key and started to back out of my parking spot. As soon as I thought I was free, Erik walked over and leaned on the side of my passenger door.
“What’s up Adeliena?” He smiled and tilted his head so he could see through the small window. I glared up at him, hating the use of my full name. Erik had been my nemesis since pre-school when he stole my Hello Batty stuffed animal, though I can’t deny that he knows more about me than anyone else. He was a vampire and he knew that I was, too. I’ve known him all my life and he’s pretty much the only person I can come to for help with vamp stuff. It sucks being stuck with a jerk.
“Oh, not much,” I mumbled. “What’s up with you, Erik?”
He gave me a crooked smile and pointed upwards, “the sky.”
“Wow, that’s so mature.” I sighed and leaned back in my seat. “So what do you want?”
“Why do you expect that I want something from you?” He pulled open the car door and slid in. “Maybe I just want to talk to you.”
“Erik,” I grunted, “you spent the night at some girl’s house and now you need a ride home, huh?”
He laughed. “You know me so well.”
I dropped Mr. Irresponsible off at his house and drove away quickly, making sure he didn’t have time to start another conversation. When I was a safe distance away, I slowed my car--I really couldn’t afford to fry the engine again. I turned the corner and my car slid perfectly in to its spot. I was so relieved to be home, that I didn’t realize I had left my key at home that morning. When I searched in my bag and came up empty, I opted for another sanctuary. I slid in to the driver’s seat of my car and revved the engine. It was only a short walk to the park, but I didn’t want to have my car in front of the house when mom came home, so I drove. I call the park a sanctuary because, since I was young, I would come here and sit on my favorite bench till dark. The fresh air clears my mind and helps me think.
I sat my bag on the ground in front of the bench and pulled out half a sandwich I didn’t eat. It wasn’t for me, but for a little bird hopping around next to me. I tore the bread in to small pieces and threw the crumbs on the ground in front of the bird. It ate them greedily and flew up towards a tree in the distance. I watched as it chose a branch and landed –And that’s when I saw him. There was a boy, about my age, sitting in the tree. He didn’t notice me until the bird landed next to him, and he turned. A vampire. He had broad shoulders and strong arms. His face was carefully sculpted with high cheek bones, a broad jaw, and defined hollows beneath his eyes. A mess of blond hair covered his head and hung down over his eyes. I was certain that I had never seen him before, which meant he was new in town. I stood; ready to introduce myself to him. He looked as if he were studying me –confused and curious. Maybe it was the shock in my expression that kept him staring, but he seemed to be amused. I took one step towards him, willing myself to say something to this stranger. As soon as I did so, he gave me a sad look and turned on his heel, disappearing in to the f
Aah also, the last word is supposed to be forest. Yahoo cut it off because of length I guess. . .
It's a fairly rough draft. I've fixed it up a bit, but there are a few things I need to improve. . .
I was standing next to Kayla after school--I don’t really remember what happened next. All I know is, one: there was blood, and two: my mouth was watering. Great, just great. All I wanted was to fit in at my new school—kind of ironic now, isn’t it? Everyone was going to know I was a freak. Not the ordinary, ooh-I-think-it’s-cool-to-smoke-pot kind of freak. I’m talking about the weird-blood-sucking-phantom kind of freak. Sure, there were lots of vampires, but that doesn’t change the fact that people hate us. I guess I expected them to find out sooner or later, but not now. I wasn’t going to think about her blood. Not the one girl at this school who’s accepted me from the beginning. Besides, it was only a paper cut. Maybe if I just concentrate on not thinking about it…
“Hey—uh, are you okay Adelie?” Kayla stared at me like I was a circus freak.
“Don’t I look okay?” I looked at her, with what I hoped was a convincing smile.
“You look like you got hit by a bus.” I forgot how hard it was to listen and not think about her blood, at the same time. When I didn’t answer, she asked me again, “is something wrong?”
“No Kayla. I’m fine, really.” I tried to sound normal, but my words came out a little shaky.
“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes at me. I never thought I would be so relieved to hear Kayla’s dorky ring tone, but when the words to “Technologic” chimed from her phone, I let out the breath I’d been holding.
“Nathan’s picking you up, right?” I looked towards the parking lot where her boyfriend’s blue Chevy truck was waiting. “Have fun.”
She grabbed her Hollister bag and waved at me while Nathan helped her into the truck. As soon as they were out of sight, I bolted for my car—a sweet 71 Mach 1 Mustang. Glad to have avoided that nasty situation, I turned the key and started to back out of my parking spot. As soon as I thought I was free, Erik walked over and leaned on the side of my passenger door.
“What’s up Adeliena?” He smiled and tilted his head so he could see through the small window. I glared up at him, hating the use of my full name. Erik had been my nemesis since pre-school when he stole my Hello Batty stuffed animal, though I can’t deny that he knows more about me than anyone else. He was a vampire and he knew that I was, too. I’ve known him all my life and he’s pretty much the only person I can come to for help with vamp stuff. It sucks being stuck with a jerk.
“Oh, not much,” I mumbled. “What’s up with you, Erik?”
He gave me a crooked smile and pointed upwards, “the sky.”
“Wow, that’s so mature.” I sighed and leaned back in my seat. “So what do you want?”
“Why do you expect that I want something from you?” He pulled open the car door and slid in. “Maybe I just want to talk to you.”
“Erik,” I grunted, “you spent the night at some girl’s house and now you need a ride home, huh?”
He laughed. “You know me so well.”
I dropped Mr. Irresponsible off at his house and drove away quickly, making sure he didn’t have time to start another conversation. When I was a safe distance away, I slowed my car--I really couldn’t afford to fry the engine again. I turned the corner and my car slid perfectly in to its spot. I was so relieved to be home, that I didn’t realize I had left my key at home that morning. When I searched in my bag and came up empty, I opted for another sanctuary. I slid in to the driver’s seat of my car and revved the engine. It was only a short walk to the park, but I didn’t want to have my car in front of the house when mom came home, so I drove. I call the park a sanctuary because, since I was young, I would come here and sit on my favorite bench till dark. The fresh air clears my mind and helps me think.
I sat my bag on the ground in front of the bench and pulled out half a sandwich I didn’t eat. It wasn’t for me, but for a little bird hopping around next to me. I tore the bread in to small pieces and threw the crumbs on the ground in front of the bird. It ate them greedily and flew up towards a tree in the distance. I watched as it chose a branch and landed –And that’s when I saw him. There was a boy, about my age, sitting in the tree. He didn’t notice me until the bird landed next to him, and he turned. A vampire. He had broad shoulders and strong arms. His face was carefully sculpted with high cheek bones, a broad jaw, and defined hollows beneath his eyes. A mess of blond hair covered his head and hung down over his eyes. I was certain that I had never seen him before, which meant he was new in town. I stood; ready to introduce myself to him. He looked as if he were studying me –confused and curious. Maybe it was the shock in my expression that kept him staring, but he seemed to be amused. I took one step towards him, willing myself to say something to this stranger. As soon as I did so, he gave me a sad look and turned on his heel, disappearing in to the f
Aah also, the last word is supposed to be forest. Yahoo cut it off because of length I guess. . .