Im only 12. I decided to start writing a story and wanted to know if its any good and if i should keep writing. If you have any suggestions please tell me but please dont be rude.
His skin looked as If it was cold and unbelievably hard, his expression was questionable. The face of angle more like a miracle now seemed horrified and sorrowful as he made his entrance. His dark brown hair complimented his white complexion. His eyes looked like crystals shinning in reaction from a distant light. I was in a state of shock as if I had never seen anything so beautiful but painful at the same time, he quickly took his seat and stared back at the many eyes that were held on him. I was predicting whether or not he was used to this typical behavior. I giggled at the thought, the sound caught him off guard and his eyes focused on mine. I figured he would look away, but instead he looked at me with disbelief , He seemed angry I was there all together I wanted to get up and leave but I stayed sitting in my seat.
The bell had rung and the noise of everyone piling out of there classrooms echoed throughout the large school. I had squeezed through the crowed hallways; always glancing back there was this feeling inside me that made me think there was someone following close behind. I had to control the urge not to turn around, walk back to school and find him. It was something I never experienced before and I wasn’t sure I liked it. But I continued now, walking outside down the long baring street. There were no cars, nor no people outside. It was obvious there was a storm coming, the sky was dark and the air seemed so moist. I suddenly tripped and I hit the ground, I laid there for what seemed like an hour I didn’t want to get up I wanted to stay there forever but I knew I couldn’t. Finally I stood up and looked my hand, there was blood slowly drizzling down my arm it was starting to burn like hell.
“Hello” He whispered quietly sounding so graceful.
I jumped, and hesitated to look at who was standing behind me, I casually turned around and watched his perfect face stare at my arm which was bleeding uncontrollably now.
“Umm, Hi” i managed to spit that much out.
“What has happened to your arm?” He finally looked at me waiting for an answer
But before I had time to reply he had grabbed me, held my neck back and bit down.
His skin looked as If it was cold and unbelievably hard, his expression was questionable. The face of angle more like a miracle now seemed horrified and sorrowful as he made his entrance. His dark brown hair complimented his white complexion. His eyes looked like crystals shinning in reaction from a distant light. I was in a state of shock as if I had never seen anything so beautiful but painful at the same time, he quickly took his seat and stared back at the many eyes that were held on him. I was predicting whether or not he was used to this typical behavior. I giggled at the thought, the sound caught him off guard and his eyes focused on mine. I figured he would look away, but instead he looked at me with disbelief , He seemed angry I was there all together I wanted to get up and leave but I stayed sitting in my seat.
The bell had rung and the noise of everyone piling out of there classrooms echoed throughout the large school. I had squeezed through the crowed hallways; always glancing back there was this feeling inside me that made me think there was someone following close behind. I had to control the urge not to turn around, walk back to school and find him. It was something I never experienced before and I wasn’t sure I liked it. But I continued now, walking outside down the long baring street. There were no cars, nor no people outside. It was obvious there was a storm coming, the sky was dark and the air seemed so moist. I suddenly tripped and I hit the ground, I laid there for what seemed like an hour I didn’t want to get up I wanted to stay there forever but I knew I couldn’t. Finally I stood up and looked my hand, there was blood slowly drizzling down my arm it was starting to burn like hell.
“Hello” He whispered quietly sounding so graceful.
I jumped, and hesitated to look at who was standing behind me, I casually turned around and watched his perfect face stare at my arm which was bleeding uncontrollably now.
“Umm, Hi” i managed to spit that much out.
“What has happened to your arm?” He finally looked at me waiting for an answer
But before I had time to reply he had grabbed me, held my neck back and bit down.