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This is one of my favorite books I read. It is from Hush, Hush, and it's sequel Crescendo. Crescendo will be coming out in November.
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Too Late: Present III
“Sure, I could do some research tonight,” I offered. I mean like really I didn’t have to do research since like I’m a real demo of a wizard and an immortal.
“That would be great, thanks,” he said.
“You really didn’t have to say thanks because I’m doing the project too.”
Another silence.
“Is there something else you want to tell me about,” I asked.
“No, no, have a good night sleep,” he said and he hung up.
The door slammed opened. “Seems like someone is in love,” Sally said popping her face into my room.
“Not me,” I said backing away from the conversation.
“Not you, but him, totally read his mind,” she answered. I thought, I really don’t care and if you don’t leave this room in an instinct I would definitely slam your head against the door, however I believe that you would probably break the door.
“Fine,” she said and she left, leaving the door wide open, like she was daring me to slam the door shut. So I did, the shutting of the door caused the whole house to shake.
Thanks for making this house collapse soon, Sally thought. I ignored and started to type the information about immortals, witches, and wizards.
“Wow, how did you get these information,” Carson exclaimed after reading my essay that I wrote last night. “It’s so thorough.”
“So it’s good,” I said leaning closer. I could smell the mint from his mouth, but as I lean closer I smelled it. Rose tips. I pulled back nearly falling off the chair.
“Are you alright,” he asked reaching for me. I pulled my arm away as reached for me. He looked confused.
“I’m fine,” I said and flew out the door. I could hear him calling after me, but I ignored him.
“Alex,” someone said. I ignored whoever it was just in case if it was Carson. “Hey.”
I could sense it was Leeann, now that she was closer. I spun around. I must have frightened her because she flinched back like I was going to punch her in the face.
“Sorry,” I whispered after seeing her expression. She looked at me blankly.
“Oh, it’s fine,” she said blinking a few times like she was just lost. “I, um, that was a fast move... kind... of cool.”
“Oh,” was all I said. “Is there something I could help you?”
“Oh, nothing, I just saw you storming out of that classroom, thought maybe like... you saw a ghost,” she joked laughing at her own joke that was retarded. I smiled, trying to be polite.
“I felt sick, thought maybe the little girl’s room would help me,” I whispered.
She giggled. “Alright, I have to head back to class, see you after school.”
Leeann headed down the dark corridor and disappeared. I stood there covering my face with my hands: thinking about Monique, then at Shane, and how upset Alana became after what happen to Monique. We had to move from place to place because we were guilty of what happen to Monique and then every time Jeff looked at us it was full of hatred, for putting his sister in this kind of situation.
“Are you alright,” he asked. I looked up and saw Carson. I felt myself straighten up, afraid that he was one of those demon hunters.
“Can’t you say something else then are you alright,” I said turning away from him.
“Sorry, uh, I really don’t know what to say rather than are you alright,” he said shrugging his shoulders.
I gave off a laugh. “So you smell kind of good, what is it?”
He lifted his lip up and motions his finger for me to come closer like it was secret. I played along.
“It’s use to keep witches and wizards away,” he whispered into my ear. His breathe was smoothing and hot on my ear. My eyes widen hoping that he didn’t sense it or saw it. I snapped out of my thoughts of horror.
I laughed again. “What the hell are you talking about; I thought you were only kidding about them.”
He shrugged. “I don’t know, but I think that they might exist.”
“Okay, another question, why would that smell keeps the witches and others away from you,” I asked narrowing my eyes like I didn’t believe him.
“You don’t believe me, do you,” he asked me. “Well, anyway it was just a myth that my father used to tell me when I was a little kid.”
His father, I thought.
“Your father, he seems... creative,” I said. “He even gave you that little cologne smell to make these things back off, nice.” I gave my biggest smile to him.
“Yeah, he gave it to me and that he insist that I should wear it,” he said.
I shrugged. “Wanna leave?”
“Sure.”
As he turned around to head back to the classroom, I gave him my smirk because I was going to his house tonight whether he likes it or not.
I followed after school. He worked in Big Bailey’s Ice Cream Shop and he worked until like five. After his work shift, he started to walk around the neighborhood like he didn’t want to go home too early. First, Carson stopped by Dilson’s house and stayed there for almost an hour. When he came out it was already six thirty. Next, he went to the laundry mat and picked up a suit, which I guess is for his father since the suit looked huge on him.
He finally went home at eight. I could see him walking down the street and stopped in front of a condo. Carson rang the doorbell. Uh, I forgot my keys on the counter, dad is going to kill me, he thought.
I watched him from across the street and the door finally opened. A man in his forties came out. He was wearing a t-shirt and a short. At first, I didn’t recognize him, but then I did.
It was Shane.
“Whoa,” Sally said when she saw me just appearing right there next to her. “What you were that lazy and you couldn’t even open the door.”
I didn’t answer her.
“What’s wrong,” she asked turning to face me.
Her mouth dropped open after reading my mind. “What the heck, how did... what?”
“I saw him, he’s in his forties now and Carson is his son,” I explained. “No wonder he smells like rose tips, their demon hunters.”
A tear escaped through my eye; Sally wiped it away. She put her arms around me and holds me tight.
“It’s alright, maybe their just here for some normal life,” she whispered. I shook my head. “What if they are here to catch us and then you’re a witch, oh god.”
“I won’t get caught.”
“Who knows, Monique told me that she wouldn’t get caught and she did at the end.”
“I’m more experience than she is, I’m 156 years old, no worries,” she whispered.
I shrugged.
Leeann happened to be right in front of my house the next morning. She told me that she just passed by and she remembered that I lived here, so she thought she should pick me up.
“Tell me the real reason here,” I asked her once we’re in the car. Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m going to have to say this, this is all so screw up. Why would did I even plan on asking her this question, it’s stupid. Fudge... Uh why am I cursing, disgusting. How am I supposed to start this?
“Oh, I,” she stuttered. I stared at her giving her a chance to tell me what she wants from me.
“See, the spring dance is coming up and if you were me would you like say yes, to a boy... like... Dilson,” she asked wincing on the name.
“Maybe,” I said calmly. “I’ll probably say yes, but I’m not going to have a chance.”
She took a quick glance. Oh my god, don’t tell me she knows this already.
“Why,” she asked.
“Because he’s asking you to the dance,” I answered ignoring her thoughts cursing at me.
She stared at me with horror. “How did you know?”
Leeann almost hit the car in front of us. “Dude, watch it, I don’t want to die yet,” I shouted as she step on the break. It’s not like I was going to die anyway.
“Sorry, but how did you know,” she asked again. I smiled.
“Because your face is telling me everything,” I lied, actually it was a half lie, and because usually when people ask that question that means that it’s happening on them.
She gave me a grin. I laughed at it because she looked like she was in pain with her grin on her face.
“Okay, since you knew already, so do you think I should say yes,” Leeann asked making a turn to the school parking lot.
“Yes, he seems like a great guy,” I answered and I collected by belongings. I stepped out of the car when she finally found an available parking spot.
“I’ll listen to you,” she said and she locked the car.
“You already made up your mind,” I said smiling at her. I was still reading her mind. She looked at me with horror.
I look past her shoulder and spot Dilson in front of a Nissan. “Your love,” I whispered showing her that Dilson was over there.
She slapped my hand. “Shut up.”
I laughed and swing my messenger bag over my shoulder.
“Bye, good luck.”
“That would be great, thanks,” he said.
“You really didn’t have to say thanks because I’m doing the project too.”
Another silence.
“Is there something else you want to tell me about,” I asked.
“No, no, have a good night sleep,” he said and he hung up.
The door slammed opened. “Seems like someone is in love,” Sally said popping her face into my room.
“Not me,” I said backing away from the conversation.
“Not you, but him, totally read his mind,” she answered. I thought, I really don’t care and if you don’t leave this room in an instinct I would definitely slam your head against the door, however I believe that you would probably break the door.
“Fine,” she said and she left, leaving the door wide open, like she was daring me to slam the door shut. So I did, the shutting of the door caused the whole house to shake.
Thanks for making this house collapse soon, Sally thought. I ignored and started to type the information about immortals, witches, and wizards.
“Wow, how did you get these information,” Carson exclaimed after reading my essay that I wrote last night. “It’s so thorough.”
“So it’s good,” I said leaning closer. I could smell the mint from his mouth, but as I lean closer I smelled it. Rose tips. I pulled back nearly falling off the chair.
“Are you alright,” he asked reaching for me. I pulled my arm away as reached for me. He looked confused.
“I’m fine,” I said and flew out the door. I could hear him calling after me, but I ignored him.
“Alex,” someone said. I ignored whoever it was just in case if it was Carson. “Hey.”
I could sense it was Leeann, now that she was closer. I spun around. I must have frightened her because she flinched back like I was going to punch her in the face.
“Sorry,” I whispered after seeing her expression. She looked at me blankly.
“Oh, it’s fine,” she said blinking a few times like she was just lost. “I, um, that was a fast move... kind... of cool.”
“Oh,” was all I said. “Is there something I could help you?”
“Oh, nothing, I just saw you storming out of that classroom, thought maybe like... you saw a ghost,” she joked laughing at her own joke that was retarded. I smiled, trying to be polite.
“I felt sick, thought maybe the little girl’s room would help me,” I whispered.
She giggled. “Alright, I have to head back to class, see you after school.”
Leeann headed down the dark corridor and disappeared. I stood there covering my face with my hands: thinking about Monique, then at Shane, and how upset Alana became after what happen to Monique. We had to move from place to place because we were guilty of what happen to Monique and then every time Jeff looked at us it was full of hatred, for putting his sister in this kind of situation.
“Are you alright,” he asked. I looked up and saw Carson. I felt myself straighten up, afraid that he was one of those demon hunters.
“Can’t you say something else then are you alright,” I said turning away from him.
“Sorry, uh, I really don’t know what to say rather than are you alright,” he said shrugging his shoulders.
I gave off a laugh. “So you smell kind of good, what is it?”
He lifted his lip up and motions his finger for me to come closer like it was secret. I played along.
“It’s use to keep witches and wizards away,” he whispered into my ear. His breathe was smoothing and hot on my ear. My eyes widen hoping that he didn’t sense it or saw it. I snapped out of my thoughts of horror.
I laughed again. “What the hell are you talking about; I thought you were only kidding about them.”
He shrugged. “I don’t know, but I think that they might exist.”
“Okay, another question, why would that smell keeps the witches and others away from you,” I asked narrowing my eyes like I didn’t believe him.
“You don’t believe me, do you,” he asked me. “Well, anyway it was just a myth that my father used to tell me when I was a little kid.”
His father, I thought.
“Your father, he seems... creative,” I said. “He even gave you that little cologne smell to make these things back off, nice.” I gave my biggest smile to him.
“Yeah, he gave it to me and that he insist that I should wear it,” he said.
I shrugged. “Wanna leave?”
“Sure.”
As he turned around to head back to the classroom, I gave him my smirk because I was going to his house tonight whether he likes it or not.
I followed after school. He worked in Big Bailey’s Ice Cream Shop and he worked until like five. After his work shift, he started to walk around the neighborhood like he didn’t want to go home too early. First, Carson stopped by Dilson’s house and stayed there for almost an hour. When he came out it was already six thirty. Next, he went to the laundry mat and picked up a suit, which I guess is for his father since the suit looked huge on him.
He finally went home at eight. I could see him walking down the street and stopped in front of a condo. Carson rang the doorbell. Uh, I forgot my keys on the counter, dad is going to kill me, he thought.
I watched him from across the street and the door finally opened. A man in his forties came out. He was wearing a t-shirt and a short. At first, I didn’t recognize him, but then I did.
It was Shane.
“Whoa,” Sally said when she saw me just appearing right there next to her. “What you were that lazy and you couldn’t even open the door.”
I didn’t answer her.
“What’s wrong,” she asked turning to face me.
Her mouth dropped open after reading my mind. “What the heck, how did... what?”
“I saw him, he’s in his forties now and Carson is his son,” I explained. “No wonder he smells like rose tips, their demon hunters.”
A tear escaped through my eye; Sally wiped it away. She put her arms around me and holds me tight.
“It’s alright, maybe their just here for some normal life,” she whispered. I shook my head. “What if they are here to catch us and then you’re a witch, oh god.”
“I won’t get caught.”
“Who knows, Monique told me that she wouldn’t get caught and she did at the end.”
“I’m more experience than she is, I’m 156 years old, no worries,” she whispered.
I shrugged.
Leeann happened to be right in front of my house the next morning. She told me that she just passed by and she remembered that I lived here, so she thought she should pick me up.
“Tell me the real reason here,” I asked her once we’re in the car. Oh my god, I can’t believe I’m going to have to say this, this is all so screw up. Why would did I even plan on asking her this question, it’s stupid. Fudge... Uh why am I cursing, disgusting. How am I supposed to start this?
“Oh, I,” she stuttered. I stared at her giving her a chance to tell me what she wants from me.
“See, the spring dance is coming up and if you were me would you like say yes, to a boy... like... Dilson,” she asked wincing on the name.
“Maybe,” I said calmly. “I’ll probably say yes, but I’m not going to have a chance.”
She took a quick glance. Oh my god, don’t tell me she knows this already.
“Why,” she asked.
“Because he’s asking you to the dance,” I answered ignoring her thoughts cursing at me.
She stared at me with horror. “How did you know?”
Leeann almost hit the car in front of us. “Dude, watch it, I don’t want to die yet,” I shouted as she step on the break. It’s not like I was going to die anyway.
“Sorry, but how did you know,” she asked again. I smiled.
“Because your face is telling me everything,” I lied, actually it was a half lie, and because usually when people ask that question that means that it’s happening on them.
She gave me a grin. I laughed at it because she looked like she was in pain with her grin on her face.
“Okay, since you knew already, so do you think I should say yes,” Leeann asked making a turn to the school parking lot.
“Yes, he seems like a great guy,” I answered and I collected by belongings. I stepped out of the car when she finally found an available parking spot.
“I’ll listen to you,” she said and she locked the car.
“You already made up your mind,” I said smiling at her. I was still reading her mind. She looked at me with horror.
I look past her shoulder and spot Dilson in front of a Nissan. “Your love,” I whispered showing her that Dilson was over there.
She slapped my hand. “Shut up.”
I laughed and swing my messenger bag over my shoulder.
“Bye, good luck.”
Too Late: Present II
“Are you alright,” he asked still holding my arm.
“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s probably because I didn’t eat breakfast this morning,” I whispered. I looked away so he didn’t have to see my horrified expression. I doubt he knew what I was and this whole brainstorming topic thing began way before I even came to this school.
“Oh okay, but don’t you think that this is going to be a good topic,” Carson asked. I nodded.
I waited on line to get my lunch. Everybody around me was thinking and talking about the new teacher in school. I ignored them as I got my lunch. Just then a interesting thought came from the lunch lady. It’s my birthday and nobody even said Happy Birthday to me yet. I’m going to kick their ass if they don’t say it by the end of the day.
I smiled, it seemed like everybody forgot about her birthday. After she gave a slice of pizza, I leaned in and whispered, “Happy Birthday.” She looked at me, like I was getting something wrong. Then she softens and smiled back at me. “Thank you.” I smiled and headed toward the cafeteria.
“Alex,” someone called from behind. I turned around and saw Leeann standing up and waving at me to get my attention. I walked slowly up to her table.
“Hey,” I greeted as I walked up against the table. I took a seat across from her. Next to Leeann was September, an orange hair girl that somewhat looked like Victoria Beckham.
“This September, and September this is Alex,” Leeann introduced us.
“Hi September, I love your name,” I said trying to act dumb since I already knew why she was call September.
“Oh thanks, I, uh, really don’t like it,” September whispered back. She stoke her fork into her salad.
“Why,” I asked her, biting the tip of the pizza.
“Her mom named her September because she was born in the month of September,” Leeann whispered in my ear. I smiled.
“You shouldn’t dislike your name, I think at least it has a meaning to it,” I informed and I saw September’s face brighten up.
She smiled. “Call me Sept, you know for short.”
“Hi, Sept,” I said and I chewed on my pizza.
“Hey,” someone said and came toward our table. He took a seat right next to September. “I see we’ve met a sexy new girl.” He gave me a wink.
I smiled and behind him was Carson. He took a seat right next to me.
“I’m Dilson,” he said smiling and dazzling me. I bet I could make this girl go crazy over me. My smile works on every girl. Bet she’s dazzle already.
“I’m Alex,” I said. “By the way, you’re not dazzling me.” I could see the disappointment on his face. Carson smiled at me.
“Man, you got rejected,” Leeann shouted and people that were sitting on the tables behind us were looking at us.
“Stop drawing attention to yourself,” Dilson shouted. September and Carson rolled their eyes.
“Are they like this all the time,” I whispered into Carson’s ear.
He smiled. “Yes.”
“I’m getting out of here before they start a food fight,” Sept said and she got up moving toward the staircase.
“How about you,” I asked Carson.
“Come on let’s ditch them,” he said and we grabbed our things while they were still arguing with each other.
“So why did you move here,” Carson asked as we were walking up the stairs.
“Maybe because I wanted a normal life,” I answered watching my legs moving up the stairs swiftly. “I guess I didn’t like my old life.”
“Oh, seems like a sad story,” he whispered. I shrugged.
“Okay, my turn to ask questions,” I said. “Do you live with your parents?”
He smiled at me. “Yeah, how about you?”
“No, I don’t, live with my maid, Sally,” I answered. I could feel him staring at me confused. For some reason when I’m around him I don’t feel like using magic or the mind reading him. It makes me feel accomplish about things.
“What happen to your parents,” he asked.
“Oh they travel around the world most of the time,” I said. “I mean like all the time, I hardly see them once a year.”
“Okay, do you have any sibling,” he asked. I could feel that the spotlight light was once again on me, but I didn’t really care.
“Yeah, I do, I have a sister. She lives with my aunt in Wyoming,” I whispered and hold tight to the strap around my messenger bag.
“Seems like I make you nervous,” he said pointing at the way how I was clutching my strap. I let it go.
“No, it’s just that I don’t really like the past,” I whispered and picked my head up and saw that we were only on the third floor. “Uh, I think we’re late, so why not hurry up, I’m not willing to get detention for being late twice in a row.”
“Sure,” he said and we shut-up while we ran upstairs.
“I thought you wanted to be normal,” Sally said putting the watermelon into the fruit salad.
“I am,” I answered and took a bite on the apple.
“But, apparently, you’re still using your mind reading thing,” she said and she stuck her tongue out to show me that her tongue was burning from the coldness of the watermelon. I laughed.
“What did you do, put the watermelon at the degree of 6 Fahrenheit,” I joked.
She frowned, “I was trying to see if it was right if you stick your tongue out on a frozen watermelon, your tongue would get stuck. Unfortunately, it didn’t work.”
I laughed. “Who told you this stupid stuff and made out smart, witch Sally fall for it?”
“I didn’t fall for it, I was just trying to see...,” she said, but she faded in her words. She put vinegar into the bowl.
“Ew, you put vinegar in it,” I screeched squeezing my nose so I wouldn’t inhale the smell of vinegar.
“What you like it before,” she started, but I interrupted her.
“Yeah, before I knew you actually put vinegar in that shit,” I said pointing at the fruit salad that was all smelly from vinegar. “I’m starting to think my smelling and tasting sense has some problems.”
“Seriously, you’re weird,” she said and shook her head. “So your birthday is coming up, whatcha planning to do?”
“Nothing.”
“What did I just hear nothing,” she bellowed. “I mean seriously hardly anyone gets a chance to celebrate their 421st birthday and trust me on that one.”
“Yeah, not like you have a chance of that,” I pointed out.
“You’re making me jealous,” she said narrowing her eyes. “I wish I was an immortal.”
I glared at her. “No, no, I don’t mean like I want to be one, but I’m just saying what it would be like if you could love forever and then you get all bore and stuff, then you get to celebrate you 500th birthday, that would’ve been cool.”
“No, it won’t and by the way you have run on sentence, so that makes it worse,” I said and picked up my bottle of water.
“Thank god, you’re not an English teacher or the students you have are gonna to commit suicide.”
“Right, that sounds more like you.”
“You make me sound old.”
“You are old, you’re twenty one, while I’m only eighteen, but technically on the high school application I said I was seventeen.”
“You’re making me more jealous.”
“Am I, I’m sorry, perhaps you could get away with seventeen too, it’s not like you’re that old.”
“Aww, you’re so sweet,” she said and she glided right next to me; putting her hand on my face.
“That’s so gay,” I whispered and I grabbed my things and headed to my bedroom at the end of the hall. I’m kind of scare of those two floors house, even though I’m the scariest thing you could find, but I’m just so use to mom’s scary stories that she use to tell me when I was a little kid. I dropped my things to a nearby closet, since I have like a ton of them in here. My phone rungs and I realized that I didn’t recognize the phone number neither did my phone.
“Hello,” I greeted to whoever it was on the other end of the phone.
“Hey Alex,” he said. Uh I should have said who I was first. I’m retarded.
I recognize who it was after hearing the thoughts.
“Carson?”
“Hey you’re awesome, how did you know who I was?”
“Recognize your voice.”
“Never lie to you about anything.”
There was silence.
“So what are you calling for,” I asked breaking the silence.
“Oh, I was hoping you would agree on the idea of the topic that we are doing for the technology class,” he said.
I remembered what it was.
“Yeah, I’m fine, it’s probably because I didn’t eat breakfast this morning,” I whispered. I looked away so he didn’t have to see my horrified expression. I doubt he knew what I was and this whole brainstorming topic thing began way before I even came to this school.
“Oh okay, but don’t you think that this is going to be a good topic,” Carson asked. I nodded.
I waited on line to get my lunch. Everybody around me was thinking and talking about the new teacher in school. I ignored them as I got my lunch. Just then a interesting thought came from the lunch lady. It’s my birthday and nobody even said Happy Birthday to me yet. I’m going to kick their ass if they don’t say it by the end of the day.
I smiled, it seemed like everybody forgot about her birthday. After she gave a slice of pizza, I leaned in and whispered, “Happy Birthday.” She looked at me, like I was getting something wrong. Then she softens and smiled back at me. “Thank you.” I smiled and headed toward the cafeteria.
“Alex,” someone called from behind. I turned around and saw Leeann standing up and waving at me to get my attention. I walked slowly up to her table.
“Hey,” I greeted as I walked up against the table. I took a seat across from her. Next to Leeann was September, an orange hair girl that somewhat looked like Victoria Beckham.
“This September, and September this is Alex,” Leeann introduced us.
“Hi September, I love your name,” I said trying to act dumb since I already knew why she was call September.
“Oh thanks, I, uh, really don’t like it,” September whispered back. She stoke her fork into her salad.
“Why,” I asked her, biting the tip of the pizza.
“Her mom named her September because she was born in the month of September,” Leeann whispered in my ear. I smiled.
“You shouldn’t dislike your name, I think at least it has a meaning to it,” I informed and I saw September’s face brighten up.
She smiled. “Call me Sept, you know for short.”
“Hi, Sept,” I said and I chewed on my pizza.
“Hey,” someone said and came toward our table. He took a seat right next to September. “I see we’ve met a sexy new girl.” He gave me a wink.
I smiled and behind him was Carson. He took a seat right next to me.
“I’m Dilson,” he said smiling and dazzling me. I bet I could make this girl go crazy over me. My smile works on every girl. Bet she’s dazzle already.
“I’m Alex,” I said. “By the way, you’re not dazzling me.” I could see the disappointment on his face. Carson smiled at me.
“Man, you got rejected,” Leeann shouted and people that were sitting on the tables behind us were looking at us.
“Stop drawing attention to yourself,” Dilson shouted. September and Carson rolled their eyes.
“Are they like this all the time,” I whispered into Carson’s ear.
He smiled. “Yes.”
“I’m getting out of here before they start a food fight,” Sept said and she got up moving toward the staircase.
“How about you,” I asked Carson.
“Come on let’s ditch them,” he said and we grabbed our things while they were still arguing with each other.
“So why did you move here,” Carson asked as we were walking up the stairs.
“Maybe because I wanted a normal life,” I answered watching my legs moving up the stairs swiftly. “I guess I didn’t like my old life.”
“Oh, seems like a sad story,” he whispered. I shrugged.
“Okay, my turn to ask questions,” I said. “Do you live with your parents?”
He smiled at me. “Yeah, how about you?”
“No, I don’t, live with my maid, Sally,” I answered. I could feel him staring at me confused. For some reason when I’m around him I don’t feel like using magic or the mind reading him. It makes me feel accomplish about things.
“What happen to your parents,” he asked.
“Oh they travel around the world most of the time,” I said. “I mean like all the time, I hardly see them once a year.”
“Okay, do you have any sibling,” he asked. I could feel that the spotlight light was once again on me, but I didn’t really care.
“Yeah, I do, I have a sister. She lives with my aunt in Wyoming,” I whispered and hold tight to the strap around my messenger bag.
“Seems like I make you nervous,” he said pointing at the way how I was clutching my strap. I let it go.
“No, it’s just that I don’t really like the past,” I whispered and picked my head up and saw that we were only on the third floor. “Uh, I think we’re late, so why not hurry up, I’m not willing to get detention for being late twice in a row.”
“Sure,” he said and we shut-up while we ran upstairs.
“I thought you wanted to be normal,” Sally said putting the watermelon into the fruit salad.
“I am,” I answered and took a bite on the apple.
“But, apparently, you’re still using your mind reading thing,” she said and she stuck her tongue out to show me that her tongue was burning from the coldness of the watermelon. I laughed.
“What did you do, put the watermelon at the degree of 6 Fahrenheit,” I joked.
She frowned, “I was trying to see if it was right if you stick your tongue out on a frozen watermelon, your tongue would get stuck. Unfortunately, it didn’t work.”
I laughed. “Who told you this stupid stuff and made out smart, witch Sally fall for it?”
“I didn’t fall for it, I was just trying to see...,” she said, but she faded in her words. She put vinegar into the bowl.
“Ew, you put vinegar in it,” I screeched squeezing my nose so I wouldn’t inhale the smell of vinegar.
“What you like it before,” she started, but I interrupted her.
“Yeah, before I knew you actually put vinegar in that shit,” I said pointing at the fruit salad that was all smelly from vinegar. “I’m starting to think my smelling and tasting sense has some problems.”
“Seriously, you’re weird,” she said and shook her head. “So your birthday is coming up, whatcha planning to do?”
“Nothing.”
“What did I just hear nothing,” she bellowed. “I mean seriously hardly anyone gets a chance to celebrate their 421st birthday and trust me on that one.”
“Yeah, not like you have a chance of that,” I pointed out.
“You’re making me jealous,” she said narrowing her eyes. “I wish I was an immortal.”
I glared at her. “No, no, I don’t mean like I want to be one, but I’m just saying what it would be like if you could love forever and then you get all bore and stuff, then you get to celebrate you 500th birthday, that would’ve been cool.”
“No, it won’t and by the way you have run on sentence, so that makes it worse,” I said and picked up my bottle of water.
“Thank god, you’re not an English teacher or the students you have are gonna to commit suicide.”
“Right, that sounds more like you.”
“You make me sound old.”
“You are old, you’re twenty one, while I’m only eighteen, but technically on the high school application I said I was seventeen.”
“You’re making me more jealous.”
“Am I, I’m sorry, perhaps you could get away with seventeen too, it’s not like you’re that old.”
“Aww, you’re so sweet,” she said and she glided right next to me; putting her hand on my face.
“That’s so gay,” I whispered and I grabbed my things and headed to my bedroom at the end of the hall. I’m kind of scare of those two floors house, even though I’m the scariest thing you could find, but I’m just so use to mom’s scary stories that she use to tell me when I was a little kid. I dropped my things to a nearby closet, since I have like a ton of them in here. My phone rungs and I realized that I didn’t recognize the phone number neither did my phone.
“Hello,” I greeted to whoever it was on the other end of the phone.
“Hey Alex,” he said. Uh I should have said who I was first. I’m retarded.
I recognize who it was after hearing the thoughts.
“Carson?”
“Hey you’re awesome, how did you know who I was?”
“Recognize your voice.”
“Never lie to you about anything.”
There was silence.
“So what are you calling for,” I asked breaking the silence.
“Oh, I was hoping you would agree on the idea of the topic that we are doing for the technology class,” he said.
I remembered what it was.
Too Late: Present
Present: Chapter 1
March 28, 2010
I walked into Memorial High with hundreds of eyes looking at me. That’s the new girl right, she looks fine at least. I smiled and kept going. What the hell, she’s looks screw up. I snickered and landed in front of the front office, at least that’s what they call it instead of main office.
“Excuse me,” I said standing in front of the desk where there was no one. Suddenly, a woman sat up from the floor.
“Are you alright,” I asked. She had blond short hair and she was wearing one of the sixties dress. I was starting to think that I made a wrong choice to enroll into this school.
She pushes the hair on her face away. “Yes,” she said and she straightens the papers on her desk up. “How can I help you?”
“I’m new here, and I’m here to get my schedule,” I answered. She looked at me. She seems fine maybe I shouldn’t give her a hard time, she thought. I smiled. Uh why is she giving me this smile it creeps me out, maybe I should give it to her and kick her out of here.
“Okay, sweetie, you have English first,” she said and she handed me a piece of paper. “If you have any problems please come here and I would love to help you.” Please don’t come back, you’re creeping me out.
I gave her my creepy smile to her again before leaving the office. Maybe I could haunt her as long as I am here. I climbed up the stairs and I have to say the stairs are pretty stressful, but it didn’t bother me a bit. I was at the fifth floor within a minute. There was nobody in the hallway, so I guess I was late, I hurried and rush to 508. I opened the door once I got there.
Mr. Kingston, the English teacher which I knew already before he even introduce himself, looked at me and then study me. “Yes,” he finally said after studying me. I heard few of the students laughing.
She’s hot, wonder what her name is?
“I’m Alexa Greene, the new student,” I introduced and answering the question for whoever asked that.
“Alexa Greene,” he repeated and looked in is his attendance sheet. He picked his head up. “Yes, I remember, please take a seat in the back of the classroom.”
“Thank you,” I whispered and walked to my seat at the back corner of the room. My favorite seat. As I walked down the aisle, a girl called Karri thought: A new girl alright, maybe I should make her embarrass or something like that on the first day. How about tripping her? She sticks out her leg in the aisle as I passed be. I was going to give her a surprise. I walked right into her leg like I didn’t notice and I dragged her with me as I passed by. She fell onto the ground with a thud.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see your leg,” I apologized and I gave a smirk.
“Are you alright,” Mr. Kingston asked.
Karri’s face was red with embarrassment. “Yes.” She got up and slammed herself onto the chair. I continued down the aisle and sat down on my seat.
That Alexa is awesome. Totally love her for kicking that bitch Karri’s ass. I love her...
I smiled and copied the notes on the board.
After English, I got up from my seat and was about to head toward the door, but Karri stopped me.
“So freak face, I think you own me something,” she said. I studied her. She wanted me to say I’m a freak and I am so sorry for embarrassing her in front of everybody. There was no way she was going to make me say that.
“Stay away from her,” I heard shouted from behind. A girl came up and stand besides me. “Leave her alone,” she said.
“Shut up, Leeann,” Karri said laughing along with her group and they walked away.
“Thanks,” I whispered to her after Karri’s group left.
“You welcome,” she said. “I’m Leeann Carroll.”
“I’m Alexa, but I prefer you calling me Alex.”
“Hi, Alex, when do you have lunch,” she asked and she took out her schedule sheet to see when does she have hers.
“Fifth period,” I answered without looking at my paper.
She stared at me for a moment. “Wow, you memorized that already, I mean I have been in school for two weeks already and I still don’t remember what I have next period. By the way, I have lunch fifth too, so do you mind if we sit together?”
I nodded. “Sure, why not?”
She smiled. “Okay, I’ll see ya soon.” She headed down the hallway and walked the opposite direction from her.
I got into technology class just on time; I really don’t want to be late again. I went up to the back of the room, which is weird for where a teacher is sitting.
“Can I help you,” she asked looking away from her laptop.
“I’m the new student, Alexa Greene,” I introduced. She nodded.
I hate cute girls, they piss me off, she thought. “I’m Ms. Telic.”
“Take a seat in Pulley’s place, sitting next to Carson,” she said. “And Pulley since you talk a lot you may sit in the back of the room in front of me.”
Everybody started to crack up. I smiled along and went to my seat.
“Okay guys we’re going to start the midterm project starting from today. Your partners would be the one that are you are sitting right next to,” Ms. Telic announced.
I turned to my right. “Hey, I’m Alex.”
“Hi, I’m Carson,” he whispered back.
“Right you have no last name, don’t tell me it’s Carson Drew,” I joked.
He smiled. “No, Carson Penn. I’m not in the Nancy Drew series.”
I laughed. “So what do you do for the project?” I already knew what was it on by reading Ms. Talic’s mind, but I wanted some conversation on.
“Oh for that, I have to make a website and in it you have to pick a topic on what you want to do and then you start making the web for the topic you picked,” he explained. I stared at him confused; I caught his mistake when he said I.
“I,” I repeated again.
He smiled. “Sorry, I meant we.”
“So what do you want to do it on,” I asked. “Person, place or thing.”
“Nope, it’s people, a group of people,” he answered. I studied him, trying not to read his mind.
“We’re going to do it on witches, wizards, and immortals.”
I flinched a little. I guess I startled him too, because he held out his hand for me.
March 28, 2010
I walked into Memorial High with hundreds of eyes looking at me. That’s the new girl right, she looks fine at least. I smiled and kept going. What the hell, she’s looks screw up. I snickered and landed in front of the front office, at least that’s what they call it instead of main office.
“Excuse me,” I said standing in front of the desk where there was no one. Suddenly, a woman sat up from the floor.
“Are you alright,” I asked. She had blond short hair and she was wearing one of the sixties dress. I was starting to think that I made a wrong choice to enroll into this school.
She pushes the hair on her face away. “Yes,” she said and she straightens the papers on her desk up. “How can I help you?”
“I’m new here, and I’m here to get my schedule,” I answered. She looked at me. She seems fine maybe I shouldn’t give her a hard time, she thought. I smiled. Uh why is she giving me this smile it creeps me out, maybe I should give it to her and kick her out of here.
“Okay, sweetie, you have English first,” she said and she handed me a piece of paper. “If you have any problems please come here and I would love to help you.” Please don’t come back, you’re creeping me out.
I gave her my creepy smile to her again before leaving the office. Maybe I could haunt her as long as I am here. I climbed up the stairs and I have to say the stairs are pretty stressful, but it didn’t bother me a bit. I was at the fifth floor within a minute. There was nobody in the hallway, so I guess I was late, I hurried and rush to 508. I opened the door once I got there.
Mr. Kingston, the English teacher which I knew already before he even introduce himself, looked at me and then study me. “Yes,” he finally said after studying me. I heard few of the students laughing.
She’s hot, wonder what her name is?
“I’m Alexa Greene, the new student,” I introduced and answering the question for whoever asked that.
“Alexa Greene,” he repeated and looked in is his attendance sheet. He picked his head up. “Yes, I remember, please take a seat in the back of the classroom.”
“Thank you,” I whispered and walked to my seat at the back corner of the room. My favorite seat. As I walked down the aisle, a girl called Karri thought: A new girl alright, maybe I should make her embarrass or something like that on the first day. How about tripping her? She sticks out her leg in the aisle as I passed be. I was going to give her a surprise. I walked right into her leg like I didn’t notice and I dragged her with me as I passed by. She fell onto the ground with a thud.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see your leg,” I apologized and I gave a smirk.
“Are you alright,” Mr. Kingston asked.
Karri’s face was red with embarrassment. “Yes.” She got up and slammed herself onto the chair. I continued down the aisle and sat down on my seat.
That Alexa is awesome. Totally love her for kicking that bitch Karri’s ass. I love her...
I smiled and copied the notes on the board.
After English, I got up from my seat and was about to head toward the door, but Karri stopped me.
“So freak face, I think you own me something,” she said. I studied her. She wanted me to say I’m a freak and I am so sorry for embarrassing her in front of everybody. There was no way she was going to make me say that.
“Stay away from her,” I heard shouted from behind. A girl came up and stand besides me. “Leave her alone,” she said.
“Shut up, Leeann,” Karri said laughing along with her group and they walked away.
“Thanks,” I whispered to her after Karri’s group left.
“You welcome,” she said. “I’m Leeann Carroll.”
“I’m Alexa, but I prefer you calling me Alex.”
“Hi, Alex, when do you have lunch,” she asked and she took out her schedule sheet to see when does she have hers.
“Fifth period,” I answered without looking at my paper.
She stared at me for a moment. “Wow, you memorized that already, I mean I have been in school for two weeks already and I still don’t remember what I have next period. By the way, I have lunch fifth too, so do you mind if we sit together?”
I nodded. “Sure, why not?”
She smiled. “Okay, I’ll see ya soon.” She headed down the hallway and walked the opposite direction from her.
I got into technology class just on time; I really don’t want to be late again. I went up to the back of the room, which is weird for where a teacher is sitting.
“Can I help you,” she asked looking away from her laptop.
“I’m the new student, Alexa Greene,” I introduced. She nodded.
I hate cute girls, they piss me off, she thought. “I’m Ms. Telic.”
“Take a seat in Pulley’s place, sitting next to Carson,” she said. “And Pulley since you talk a lot you may sit in the back of the room in front of me.”
Everybody started to crack up. I smiled along and went to my seat.
“Okay guys we’re going to start the midterm project starting from today. Your partners would be the one that are you are sitting right next to,” Ms. Telic announced.
I turned to my right. “Hey, I’m Alex.”
“Hi, I’m Carson,” he whispered back.
“Right you have no last name, don’t tell me it’s Carson Drew,” I joked.
He smiled. “No, Carson Penn. I’m not in the Nancy Drew series.”
I laughed. “So what do you do for the project?” I already knew what was it on by reading Ms. Talic’s mind, but I wanted some conversation on.
“Oh for that, I have to make a website and in it you have to pick a topic on what you want to do and then you start making the web for the topic you picked,” he explained. I stared at him confused; I caught his mistake when he said I.
“I,” I repeated again.
He smiled. “Sorry, I meant we.”
“So what do you want to do it on,” I asked. “Person, place or thing.”
“Nope, it’s people, a group of people,” he answered. I studied him, trying not to read his mind.
“We’re going to do it on witches, wizards, and immortals.”
I flinched a little. I guess I startled him too, because he held out his hand for me.
New Story: Too Late
Past: Prologue
January 15, 1990
“Alexa, wake up,” Alana screams. I open my eyes.
“What, it’s only midnight,” I mumble, rolling on my side.
“What part of midnight is 7 o’ clock in the morning,” Alana says. I look over at my clock: 7:00 am. My eyes widen.
“What,” I scream. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Why didn’t I wake you up, hmm,” she says rubbing her chin. “I did, but you were like uh.”
I jumped out of bed. “Nice, I’m gonna be late for school.”
Alana shrugs.
“Girls breakfast,” Sabina screams.
“Coming,” Alana screams back. “Hurry up,” she adds and she threw me an outfit. I tried my best to hurry up, but it didn’t seem to work. The door pops open.
“Would you like to hurry,” Alana says popping her head through the door and scaring my ass off.
“You’re such an ass,” I say. Alana looks up like there is anything to see.
“Maybe I am, but at least I’m not a slow ass,” she says and she snaps the outfit onto me. I roll my eyes.
“Would you like to stop using magic,” I say and I grab my school bag. I head down to the breakfast, but it turned out that I was late, so Alana says that I shouldn’t eat; and she drags me off to her car. Like usual, I would pop into the passenger seat in the front, but this time I didn’t. I stare at it. It was a black Chevrolet .
“What the hell, you changed your car again,” I exclaim.
“Please Alex don’t spaz,” Alana says flipping her hair back.
“Stop flirting,” I whisper. She laughs and she hops in the car. I follow her in, so I don’t have to walk to school by myself since I was late already.
I walk into the school and found Monique standing there staring at the main office. I run up to her.
“What’s up,” I ask, patting her on the shoulder. Usually, when I pat on her shoulder, she’ll start spazing, but this time she didn’t. I look in the main office and I really didn’t see anything special.
“What are you looking at,” I ask her. She looks at me like I’m some idiot that’s talking to her.
“There’s this new kid in school and I heard he was hot,” she whispers. I rolled my eyes.
I grabbed her arm. “Can we head off to class, because if we don’t Miss. Nigh would be giving us detention and we would enter the dark zone,” I say and giving her a little picture of how Miss. Nigh would torture through a little squeeze. She shivers and heads down the hall. I take one last look at the main office, before heading to English class.
“Good morning class,” Miss Nigh says. She starts writing on the board, but someone barge into the classroom. Miss Nigh turns to face the new kid. She takes a look at the kid, who has blue eyes and golden yellow hair, and then looks back at the note that the kid handed over to her. I read her mind: He’s pretty good looking and we’re about the same age... I laugh at her thought; Monique looks and smiles at me, realizing that she also read Miss Nigh mind.
“Okay, Shane you may take a seat next to...” she starts picking her head up to look for an empty seat in the classroom. I focus on my notebook.
“Next to Heather,” she finally says. I heard someone saying yes in the back of the room. This made my grin deeper. Almost all the girl in my English is impress by the way how that Shane guy looks. Monique turns around again, Very impressive, right?
Yes it is, I thought sending the message to her. For the rest of the class, I didn’t try to read that new guy’s mind or the other girls and boys in my class. Girls are impress and boys are jealous.
“Dude, you should have seen what everybody thought about that new kid, Shane,” Monique bellowed. I laugh.
“Really, what does he look like,” Alana asked.
“You’re probably going to see him soon,” I smile.
“Thanks for your hint,” she says and heads down to her next class. I turn around to go to Trigonometry class when I see Shane. I smiled at him. Instead of smiling back, he ignores me and turns the other direction. I shrug and went into the trig class.
“Uh I hate biology,” Alana groans. “We’re going to take a blood test; I mean imagine people who have AIDS.”
“Right, you think a teenager is going to have AIDS,” Monique joked. I was giggling. Alana looks above my shoulder. I look at what she was looking at. She was looking at the new kid, Shane.
“What, you’re into this new kid who is way younger than you,” I exclaim. Alana rolled her eyes. She looks a lot like mom: her prettiness, her innocents, her green eyes, and how popular she is in this school. Then me, I’m nothing like mom, I’m more like dad: his awkwardness and his annoying attitude.
“Gosh, Alex, I was only looking at him, it’s not like I’m gonna imprint on him,” Alana says sipping her apple juice.
“Guys, I’m so sorry I’m late,” Jeffrey says taking his seat right next to Monique.
“Little bro, Jeff, you shouldn’t be such a nerd,” Monique whispers to her brother, Jeff.
“Big sis, Monique, you shouldn’t be such a retard,” he answers back. Monique eyes turn jet black, which mean she’s piss.
“Take it easy,” I whisper reminding her that we are in a cafeteria. Her eyes turn back brown.
Jeff laughs. “You won’t mind if another person joins us, right?”
Monique and I shrug and Alana says whatever.
“Shane come,” Jeff calls out to the new kid. I roll my eyes.
You’re piss aren’t you, Alana asks me through telepathy. I mean really everybody have been talking about him since like what, the beginning of the day already, aren’t they like sick of it because I definitely am, I answer.
Dude you’re jealous, Monique thought interrupting our conversation. Should I? I mean what am I jealous of that he has a shorter life than me and that he would grow old, or something like that I can’t have, I thought.
“Hey,” Shane greets.
“Hi,” Monique says. “I’m Monique, this is Alana,” she introduces pointing to her and then to Alana. “I believe Alex won’t introduce herself, so I might as well introduce you to her as well. This is Alexa, but we call her Alex for short, not that it makes a different by one letter.”
I ignore her. “Hi, I’m Alexa, but I prefer you calling me Alex.”
“Hi Alex, Alana, and Monique,” he says. He sounded like some kind of robot. Alana chokes on her juice and she’s laughing. You read my thoughts didn’t you?
Alana: I sorry, but I was just curious. You’re jealous. She’s smirking now at me. I give her back a smile. You know what I gonna block my thoughts from now on whether you’re here or not, I thought sending it to her. She shrugs. Shane and Jeff looks at us confused.
“Are you guys using telepathy,” Jeff asks picking up his hot dog.
“Shut up, Jeff, eat your hot dogs,” Monique says. Alana nearly spit out all her juice.
“Hot dogs, right,” Jeff smiles and Alana is cracking up. I look over at Shane, he’s laughing along with them. So fake, I thought. Alana laughs again. I totally forgot to shield my thoughts. I ignore her and continue with my lunch.
“You’re such an ass,” I say to Alana. She shrugs.
“You can’t do anything about that,” she whispers and nudges me on the shoulder. I didn’t get to say anything back to her since the bell rang already like a minute ago. I ignore her and ran upstairs to biology.
January 15, 1990
“Alexa, wake up,” Alana screams. I open my eyes.
“What, it’s only midnight,” I mumble, rolling on my side.
“What part of midnight is 7 o’ clock in the morning,” Alana says. I look over at my clock: 7:00 am. My eyes widen.
“What,” I scream. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Why didn’t I wake you up, hmm,” she says rubbing her chin. “I did, but you were like uh.”
I jumped out of bed. “Nice, I’m gonna be late for school.”
Alana shrugs.
“Girls breakfast,” Sabina screams.
“Coming,” Alana screams back. “Hurry up,” she adds and she threw me an outfit. I tried my best to hurry up, but it didn’t seem to work. The door pops open.
“Would you like to hurry,” Alana says popping her head through the door and scaring my ass off.
“You’re such an ass,” I say. Alana looks up like there is anything to see.
“Maybe I am, but at least I’m not a slow ass,” she says and she snaps the outfit onto me. I roll my eyes.
“Would you like to stop using magic,” I say and I grab my school bag. I head down to the breakfast, but it turned out that I was late, so Alana says that I shouldn’t eat; and she drags me off to her car. Like usual, I would pop into the passenger seat in the front, but this time I didn’t. I stare at it. It was a black Chevrolet .
“What the hell, you changed your car again,” I exclaim.
“Please Alex don’t spaz,” Alana says flipping her hair back.
“Stop flirting,” I whisper. She laughs and she hops in the car. I follow her in, so I don’t have to walk to school by myself since I was late already.
I walk into the school and found Monique standing there staring at the main office. I run up to her.
“What’s up,” I ask, patting her on the shoulder. Usually, when I pat on her shoulder, she’ll start spazing, but this time she didn’t. I look in the main office and I really didn’t see anything special.
“What are you looking at,” I ask her. She looks at me like I’m some idiot that’s talking to her.
“There’s this new kid in school and I heard he was hot,” she whispers. I rolled my eyes.
I grabbed her arm. “Can we head off to class, because if we don’t Miss. Nigh would be giving us detention and we would enter the dark zone,” I say and giving her a little picture of how Miss. Nigh would torture through a little squeeze. She shivers and heads down the hall. I take one last look at the main office, before heading to English class.
“Good morning class,” Miss Nigh says. She starts writing on the board, but someone barge into the classroom. Miss Nigh turns to face the new kid. She takes a look at the kid, who has blue eyes and golden yellow hair, and then looks back at the note that the kid handed over to her. I read her mind: He’s pretty good looking and we’re about the same age... I laugh at her thought; Monique looks and smiles at me, realizing that she also read Miss Nigh mind.
“Okay, Shane you may take a seat next to...” she starts picking her head up to look for an empty seat in the classroom. I focus on my notebook.
“Next to Heather,” she finally says. I heard someone saying yes in the back of the room. This made my grin deeper. Almost all the girl in my English is impress by the way how that Shane guy looks. Monique turns around again, Very impressive, right?
Yes it is, I thought sending the message to her. For the rest of the class, I didn’t try to read that new guy’s mind or the other girls and boys in my class. Girls are impress and boys are jealous.
“Dude, you should have seen what everybody thought about that new kid, Shane,” Monique bellowed. I laugh.
“Really, what does he look like,” Alana asked.
“You’re probably going to see him soon,” I smile.
“Thanks for your hint,” she says and heads down to her next class. I turn around to go to Trigonometry class when I see Shane. I smiled at him. Instead of smiling back, he ignores me and turns the other direction. I shrug and went into the trig class.
“Uh I hate biology,” Alana groans. “We’re going to take a blood test; I mean imagine people who have AIDS.”
“Right, you think a teenager is going to have AIDS,” Monique joked. I was giggling. Alana looks above my shoulder. I look at what she was looking at. She was looking at the new kid, Shane.
“What, you’re into this new kid who is way younger than you,” I exclaim. Alana rolled her eyes. She looks a lot like mom: her prettiness, her innocents, her green eyes, and how popular she is in this school. Then me, I’m nothing like mom, I’m more like dad: his awkwardness and his annoying attitude.
“Gosh, Alex, I was only looking at him, it’s not like I’m gonna imprint on him,” Alana says sipping her apple juice.
“Guys, I’m so sorry I’m late,” Jeffrey says taking his seat right next to Monique.
“Little bro, Jeff, you shouldn’t be such a nerd,” Monique whispers to her brother, Jeff.
“Big sis, Monique, you shouldn’t be such a retard,” he answers back. Monique eyes turn jet black, which mean she’s piss.
“Take it easy,” I whisper reminding her that we are in a cafeteria. Her eyes turn back brown.
Jeff laughs. “You won’t mind if another person joins us, right?”
Monique and I shrug and Alana says whatever.
“Shane come,” Jeff calls out to the new kid. I roll my eyes.
You’re piss aren’t you, Alana asks me through telepathy. I mean really everybody have been talking about him since like what, the beginning of the day already, aren’t they like sick of it because I definitely am, I answer.
Dude you’re jealous, Monique thought interrupting our conversation. Should I? I mean what am I jealous of that he has a shorter life than me and that he would grow old, or something like that I can’t have, I thought.
“Hey,” Shane greets.
“Hi,” Monique says. “I’m Monique, this is Alana,” she introduces pointing to her and then to Alana. “I believe Alex won’t introduce herself, so I might as well introduce you to her as well. This is Alexa, but we call her Alex for short, not that it makes a different by one letter.”
I ignore her. “Hi, I’m Alexa, but I prefer you calling me Alex.”
“Hi Alex, Alana, and Monique,” he says. He sounded like some kind of robot. Alana chokes on her juice and she’s laughing. You read my thoughts didn’t you?
Alana: I sorry, but I was just curious. You’re jealous. She’s smirking now at me. I give her back a smile. You know what I gonna block my thoughts from now on whether you’re here or not, I thought sending it to her. She shrugs. Shane and Jeff looks at us confused.
“Are you guys using telepathy,” Jeff asks picking up his hot dog.
“Shut up, Jeff, eat your hot dogs,” Monique says. Alana nearly spit out all her juice.
“Hot dogs, right,” Jeff smiles and Alana is cracking up. I look over at Shane, he’s laughing along with them. So fake, I thought. Alana laughs again. I totally forgot to shield my thoughts. I ignore her and continue with my lunch.
“You’re such an ass,” I say to Alana. She shrugs.
“You can’t do anything about that,” she whispers and nudges me on the shoulder. I didn’t get to say anything back to her since the bell rang already like a minute ago. I ignore her and ran upstairs to biology.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Stories:Excerpt 5
“Yes, I will, I would love to be a lawyer,” he said patting his chest with his good hand. I laughed and so did Carson.
I remembered how Lyn did the same thing I did to Ned when I got hurt. Ned must of saw me frowned.
“Mally, don’t be sad,” Ned whispered patting my head with his good hand.
“I wish,” I said and putted everything away.
“Well, at least you have Ned Welch here,” he said smiling at me. “Not everybody have me as their cousin.”
I smiled. “Alright, don’t get your other hand bruised up and I’m going to be glad.”
Ned winced when I said I hope he doesn’t bruise up his other hand.
“I won’t I promised, as long as you’re happy,” he promised proudly. I smiled and went out the door. Carson followed me because he was right behind me after I put the first aid kit back to where it was supposed to be.
“So are you alright,” he asked.
I smiled, but a fake one. “Yeah, why won’t I?”
“Kristi told me what happen,” he said and he caught my surprised look. “Like she didn’t want me to mention anything that would you know... cause problems for you.”
I nodded. “Yeah, whatever.”
“I’m going to go back to Ned,” he said still looking at me. I nodded again and closed the door behind me.
I was wondering how I would react if it was Lyn or the old me. I would have probably flirted with him already, begging him to ask me on a date, but I knew it wouldn’t happen now because I’m starting a new life with no Lyn, no parents, no friends and no one that loves me. Where the old me has Lyn, my parents, a whole school as my friend, and everybody that loves me.
I shut off my laptop and decided to take a nap since I didn’t have the best sleep ever.
I could see her face. I could see how she’s all bloody and how she’s screaming. She’s whispering words to me, but I can’t hear any because the windows are blocking her voices. I could see my reflection and that I’m crying.
“Lyn,” I called, but she doesn’t answer me. Instead, she continues on her words. I couldn’t understand each word she was saying, but I made out the last few words. BE CAREFUL. I screamed. I don’t why I screamed, but I did.
I woke up and find myself sweating again, but this time I was sobbing. I rushed into the bathroom and washed up. I stared at my reflection and noticed that my skin was pale and I looked like I was going to puke. My hair was a mess, so I tied it up to a messy ponytail.
I opened the door and found Carson. “Hey.”
“Hey, are you alright,” he asked. “I heard you screamed.”
“Yeah, nightmares.”
“You look really sick,” he informed. “But you still look pretty.”
I smiled. If I was like my old self I would have jumped out of my pant already. I nodded. “Yeah, pretty loud, huh.”
“Well, not really, but Ned heard it too,” he informed. “He said you were like that last night too.”
“Yeah, I seem to notice that too,” I snapped.
We were silent.
“Sorry, I’m not in a mood for a talk,” I apologized and put my hand on my forehead.
“Yeah,” he said. The front door opened and closed.
“It’s probably Kristi,” I said and I headed down the stairs.
“Hey,” I greeted and saw Kristi lying there on the couch.
“Hey, real tired, I swear I can’t wait until we get back to school,” she said kicking her shoes off. “If it wasn’t for Ned I would never work that late on my summer break, where you’re supposed to have fun.”
I nodded and noticed that now I moved in, I made things harder for her. “Maybe I could get a job or something.”
She sat up. “No, no it’s fine, I didn’t meant you, it’s mostly Ned nothing to do with you.”
“And it’s also my parents fault for giving birth to Ned at the age of fifty something and then said that they should go around the world. I mean really my parents are fags.”
“Really Kristi, I’m still going to live, I can’t just end my life because my sister died and I survived,” I said. “I can’t be like that; it’ll totally be screw up.”
“Oh, I was afraid, you know, that you won’t get over it,” she said. I smiled. Running came into the room and we both knew that it was Ned. He jumped onto Kristin’s lap.
I remembered how Lyn did the same thing I did to Ned when I got hurt. Ned must of saw me frowned.
“Mally, don’t be sad,” Ned whispered patting my head with his good hand.
“I wish,” I said and putted everything away.
“Well, at least you have Ned Welch here,” he said smiling at me. “Not everybody have me as their cousin.”
I smiled. “Alright, don’t get your other hand bruised up and I’m going to be glad.”
Ned winced when I said I hope he doesn’t bruise up his other hand.
“I won’t I promised, as long as you’re happy,” he promised proudly. I smiled and went out the door. Carson followed me because he was right behind me after I put the first aid kit back to where it was supposed to be.
“So are you alright,” he asked.
I smiled, but a fake one. “Yeah, why won’t I?”
“Kristi told me what happen,” he said and he caught my surprised look. “Like she didn’t want me to mention anything that would you know... cause problems for you.”
I nodded. “Yeah, whatever.”
“I’m going to go back to Ned,” he said still looking at me. I nodded again and closed the door behind me.
I was wondering how I would react if it was Lyn or the old me. I would have probably flirted with him already, begging him to ask me on a date, but I knew it wouldn’t happen now because I’m starting a new life with no Lyn, no parents, no friends and no one that loves me. Where the old me has Lyn, my parents, a whole school as my friend, and everybody that loves me.
I shut off my laptop and decided to take a nap since I didn’t have the best sleep ever.
I could see her face. I could see how she’s all bloody and how she’s screaming. She’s whispering words to me, but I can’t hear any because the windows are blocking her voices. I could see my reflection and that I’m crying.
“Lyn,” I called, but she doesn’t answer me. Instead, she continues on her words. I couldn’t understand each word she was saying, but I made out the last few words. BE CAREFUL. I screamed. I don’t why I screamed, but I did.
I woke up and find myself sweating again, but this time I was sobbing. I rushed into the bathroom and washed up. I stared at my reflection and noticed that my skin was pale and I looked like I was going to puke. My hair was a mess, so I tied it up to a messy ponytail.
I opened the door and found Carson. “Hey.”
“Hey, are you alright,” he asked. “I heard you screamed.”
“Yeah, nightmares.”
“You look really sick,” he informed. “But you still look pretty.”
I smiled. If I was like my old self I would have jumped out of my pant already. I nodded. “Yeah, pretty loud, huh.”
“Well, not really, but Ned heard it too,” he informed. “He said you were like that last night too.”
“Yeah, I seem to notice that too,” I snapped.
We were silent.
“Sorry, I’m not in a mood for a talk,” I apologized and put my hand on my forehead.
“Yeah,” he said. The front door opened and closed.
“It’s probably Kristi,” I said and I headed down the stairs.
“Hey,” I greeted and saw Kristi lying there on the couch.
“Hey, real tired, I swear I can’t wait until we get back to school,” she said kicking her shoes off. “If it wasn’t for Ned I would never work that late on my summer break, where you’re supposed to have fun.”
I nodded and noticed that now I moved in, I made things harder for her. “Maybe I could get a job or something.”
She sat up. “No, no it’s fine, I didn’t meant you, it’s mostly Ned nothing to do with you.”
“And it’s also my parents fault for giving birth to Ned at the age of fifty something and then said that they should go around the world. I mean really my parents are fags.”
“Really Kristi, I’m still going to live, I can’t just end my life because my sister died and I survived,” I said. “I can’t be like that; it’ll totally be screw up.”
“Oh, I was afraid, you know, that you won’t get over it,” she said. I smiled. Running came into the room and we both knew that it was Ned. He jumped onto Kristin’s lap.
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Stories: Excerpt 4
“Nothing,” he said. “You’re late.”
“Don’t let me hear that again,” Kristi instructed. “Bye.”
I opened the door for her. “Thank you,” she whispered as she passed by me. “I hope you have a good day.”
I nodded. I hoped that I would have a good day, but I know that it was nearly impossible. I closed the door behind and took the dishes to the sink.
“Mally,” Ned called.
“Yes,” I said, turning around.
“Are you upset?”
“Why?”
“I heard you screaming last night, did you see the monster under your bed,” he asked sounding innocent. I knew Kristi didn’t tell him what happened.
“No, I didn’t see the monster, I just had a bad dream,” I whispered turning back to do the dishes.
“Oh okay, it you do just tell me,” he said climbing up the stairs slowly since his legs were so short. “I’m going to be in my room.”
I nodded thinking about my dream from last night. I knew it wasn’t a dream though. I finished the dishes quickly and was about to head off to my room when the door bell rang. I remembered that the babysitter was going to be here today.
“Carson,” I heard Ned shouted. He seemed excited to see this Carson guy, just like how I use to be when I see Lyn. I opened the door and found a man, well not basically a man, leaning against the brick wall. He had light brown hair and dark olive green eyes. I smiled.
“I’m Mallory, just moved in,” I introduced.
“I’m Carson, Ned’s babysitter,” he replied. Ned came running to the door like a maniac. He jumped into Carson’s arm and Carson lifted him up like he was nothing.
“Carson,” he shouted and fiddled with Carson’s shirt. Carson carried him into the house and put him on the counter top. Ned compared to Carson was nearly nothing.
“So I’m finish with my job, I’m going to be in my room if you need me or anything,” I told Carson. He nodded and turned back to play with Ned. I climbed the stairs two at a time.
I settled into my chair and turned on my laptop. I remembered how Lyn told me that if you’re unhappy or anything you should write it out and express it on paper. I used to think it was stupid; I mean seriously expressing your words to paper is like talking to the paper.
I logged on to my blog. I scrolled down the page and clicked on new entry.
Day 215,
Today is 215 days since Lyn died. I had a dream about what happened the day of the accident, except that I know that it wasn’t a dream. Everyday, I’m nearly lifeless and every minute seems like hours or days, I’m really tired of this. Kristi seems really nice to me, but I just can’t take it that she is just so nice and... unafraid of me. Aunt Sarah was afraid of me because I tried to kill myself. Uncle Jim was afraid of me doing something to his son and daughter. No matter how much Kristi loves me, I know that deep inside her fear wins over her love. Nobody likes me not even myself.
I shut of the window as Carson opened the door behind me.
“Sorry, I kind of forgot to knock, but I was wondering wear the first aid kit is,” he asked.
“Are you hurt,” I asked standing up from the desk.
“No, no it’s not me,” he said guilty. “It’s Ned.”
I nodded. “He seemed like a child that would be getting hurt a lot from his jumpiness.”
I brushed past him and went in to the bathroom. I forgot what Kristi told me where the first aid kit was, but I happen to know where it was. Nothing makes sense in my life.
“Found it,” I said holding the first aid kit. “Where is he?”
“He’s in his room,” he said turning around and leading me to Ned’s room.
Ned was on the floor holding his bleeding finger like it was poisonous. I kneeled beside him.
“How could you get hurt in a room so small like this,” I asked taking peroxide out along with a Q-tip. I put it over the cut and got out a bandage.
“Hmm... Kristi didn’t say that you can’t get hurt in a small room,” he answered.
I smiled. “You’re going to be a good lawyer when you grow up, I mean like if you become one.”
“Don’t let me hear that again,” Kristi instructed. “Bye.”
I opened the door for her. “Thank you,” she whispered as she passed by me. “I hope you have a good day.”
I nodded. I hoped that I would have a good day, but I know that it was nearly impossible. I closed the door behind and took the dishes to the sink.
“Mally,” Ned called.
“Yes,” I said, turning around.
“Are you upset?”
“Why?”
“I heard you screaming last night, did you see the monster under your bed,” he asked sounding innocent. I knew Kristi didn’t tell him what happened.
“No, I didn’t see the monster, I just had a bad dream,” I whispered turning back to do the dishes.
“Oh okay, it you do just tell me,” he said climbing up the stairs slowly since his legs were so short. “I’m going to be in my room.”
I nodded thinking about my dream from last night. I knew it wasn’t a dream though. I finished the dishes quickly and was about to head off to my room when the door bell rang. I remembered that the babysitter was going to be here today.
“Carson,” I heard Ned shouted. He seemed excited to see this Carson guy, just like how I use to be when I see Lyn. I opened the door and found a man, well not basically a man, leaning against the brick wall. He had light brown hair and dark olive green eyes. I smiled.
“I’m Mallory, just moved in,” I introduced.
“I’m Carson, Ned’s babysitter,” he replied. Ned came running to the door like a maniac. He jumped into Carson’s arm and Carson lifted him up like he was nothing.
“Carson,” he shouted and fiddled with Carson’s shirt. Carson carried him into the house and put him on the counter top. Ned compared to Carson was nearly nothing.
“So I’m finish with my job, I’m going to be in my room if you need me or anything,” I told Carson. He nodded and turned back to play with Ned. I climbed the stairs two at a time.
I settled into my chair and turned on my laptop. I remembered how Lyn told me that if you’re unhappy or anything you should write it out and express it on paper. I used to think it was stupid; I mean seriously expressing your words to paper is like talking to the paper.
I logged on to my blog. I scrolled down the page and clicked on new entry.
Day 215,
Today is 215 days since Lyn died. I had a dream about what happened the day of the accident, except that I know that it wasn’t a dream. Everyday, I’m nearly lifeless and every minute seems like hours or days, I’m really tired of this. Kristi seems really nice to me, but I just can’t take it that she is just so nice and... unafraid of me. Aunt Sarah was afraid of me because I tried to kill myself. Uncle Jim was afraid of me doing something to his son and daughter. No matter how much Kristi loves me, I know that deep inside her fear wins over her love. Nobody likes me not even myself.
I shut of the window as Carson opened the door behind me.
“Sorry, I kind of forgot to knock, but I was wondering wear the first aid kit is,” he asked.
“Are you hurt,” I asked standing up from the desk.
“No, no it’s not me,” he said guilty. “It’s Ned.”
I nodded. “He seemed like a child that would be getting hurt a lot from his jumpiness.”
I brushed past him and went in to the bathroom. I forgot what Kristi told me where the first aid kit was, but I happen to know where it was. Nothing makes sense in my life.
“Found it,” I said holding the first aid kit. “Where is he?”
“He’s in his room,” he said turning around and leading me to Ned’s room.
Ned was on the floor holding his bleeding finger like it was poisonous. I kneeled beside him.
“How could you get hurt in a room so small like this,” I asked taking peroxide out along with a Q-tip. I put it over the cut and got out a bandage.
“Hmm... Kristi didn’t say that you can’t get hurt in a small room,” he answered.
I smiled. “You’re going to be a good lawyer when you grow up, I mean like if you become one.”
Deleting of Stories Posting
Since the pages are not working now, I will post the stories on the blog home page. Once the pages works again, I would delete these and you could start viewing from the page.
Stories: Excerpt 3
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“Did you have a good night sleep,” Kristi asked. I nodded and took a seat at the table. The floors started to shake as Ned ran into the room with his chubby looking legs.
“Ned,” Kristi shouted, crossing her arm across her chest. “What did I teach you?”
“Yes, sissy, never to run in the house,” he replied and took a seat right next to me. He gave me the biggest smile ever that made me smile back. Ned swung his tiny, small legs onto the chair, but he couldn’t the chair was too tall for him. Kristi came over and lifted him to the chair. He groaned.
“Why are these chairs so tall,” he asked looking at Kristi.
Kristi groaned like she was in pain. “God Ned you’re only four, how much shorter do you want these chairs to be.”
I smiled as Ned frowned and Kristi groaned again.
“So Mallory what are you going to do today,” Kristi asked putting the sunny side egg onto the plate.
“I, uh, haven’t thought about it,” I said. “Yet.”
Ned shook his head. “Mally, you’re supposed to stutter when you answer someone.”
He made me a cute little nickname. Mally.
Kristi gave him a glared. “Krisi, you’re the one that taught me that,” Ned answered to her glare.
Kristi rolled her eyes. “Would you stop calling me Krisi, it sounds like some kind of... cereal.” She frowned realizing what she said.
Ned shrugged.
“Oh yeah, Mallory, Carson is going to come over later to baby-sit Ned-dy,” Kristi informed and said Ned’s name to Neddy.
I smiled and nodded.
“Kisi, I think you’re late,” Ned said pointing at the clock with his chubby fingers. Kristi slapped her forehead with her hand. “Oh god, I forgot.”
She stumbled upstairs to get change, but then she stopped at the middle of the stairs. “Did you just call me Kisi?”
Ned nodded.
“Eww, it sounds like I’m making out with someone, Kiss-si,” she said again frowning at the way she’s pronouncing it.
Ned closed his eyes. “You’re very late.”
“Holy crow,” she shouted and she fled up the stairs again.
Ned looked at me. “Do you talk?”
I smiled. “Do I look like I talk?”
“You can’t look like you talk,” he said, but then he shrugged. “Maybe you can because I see your mouth moving.”
“Well then I am,” I whispered to him proudly and he giggled.
Kristi appeared at the kitchen again. She motioned her finger toward me. I climbed out of the chair and went to her. “That’s the IQ of four years old boy.” I smiled.
“Hey, no gossiping young ladies,” Ned said shaking his pointer. “It’s a no no.”
My smile turned bigger.
“Okay behave with Mallory and Carson will come later,” she instructed. “Yeah behave with him too.”
“Dang,” he whispered.
“What did you just say,” Kristi asked starring at him with horror.
“Did you have a good night sleep,” Kristi asked. I nodded and took a seat at the table. The floors started to shake as Ned ran into the room with his chubby looking legs.
“Ned,” Kristi shouted, crossing her arm across her chest. “What did I teach you?”
“Yes, sissy, never to run in the house,” he replied and took a seat right next to me. He gave me the biggest smile ever that made me smile back. Ned swung his tiny, small legs onto the chair, but he couldn’t the chair was too tall for him. Kristi came over and lifted him to the chair. He groaned.
“Why are these chairs so tall,” he asked looking at Kristi.
Kristi groaned like she was in pain. “God Ned you’re only four, how much shorter do you want these chairs to be.”
I smiled as Ned frowned and Kristi groaned again.
“So Mallory what are you going to do today,” Kristi asked putting the sunny side egg onto the plate.
“I, uh, haven’t thought about it,” I said. “Yet.”
Ned shook his head. “Mally, you’re supposed to stutter when you answer someone.”
He made me a cute little nickname. Mally.
Kristi gave him a glared. “Krisi, you’re the one that taught me that,” Ned answered to her glare.
Kristi rolled her eyes. “Would you stop calling me Krisi, it sounds like some kind of... cereal.” She frowned realizing what she said.
Ned shrugged.
“Oh yeah, Mallory, Carson is going to come over later to baby-sit Ned-dy,” Kristi informed and said Ned’s name to Neddy.
I smiled and nodded.
“Kisi, I think you’re late,” Ned said pointing at the clock with his chubby fingers. Kristi slapped her forehead with her hand. “Oh god, I forgot.”
She stumbled upstairs to get change, but then she stopped at the middle of the stairs. “Did you just call me Kisi?”
Ned nodded.
“Eww, it sounds like I’m making out with someone, Kiss-si,” she said again frowning at the way she’s pronouncing it.
Ned closed his eyes. “You’re very late.”
“Holy crow,” she shouted and she fled up the stairs again.
Ned looked at me. “Do you talk?”
I smiled. “Do I look like I talk?”
“You can’t look like you talk,” he said, but then he shrugged. “Maybe you can because I see your mouth moving.”
“Well then I am,” I whispered to him proudly and he giggled.
Kristi appeared at the kitchen again. She motioned her finger toward me. I climbed out of the chair and went to her. “That’s the IQ of four years old boy.” I smiled.
“Hey, no gossiping young ladies,” Ned said shaking his pointer. “It’s a no no.”
My smile turned bigger.
“Okay behave with Mallory and Carson will come later,” she instructed. “Yeah behave with him too.”
“Dang,” he whispered.
“What did you just say,” Kristi asked starring at him with horror.
Stories: Excerpt 2
“Let go,” I moaned as the person dragged me down the road. I couldn’t see Lyn anymore, but I could still see the car, how it was flipped over and that’s when I noticed that oil was leaking out of the car. I remember how car explodes when oil leaks out in movies. I screamed, shouting Lyn’s name, and I scratched the person’s hand.
He cried. It was a man.
“Let me go,” I screamed again. “Please.”
But he ignored me.
“Please,” I begged again, looking at the car. Then fire blazed up from the end of the car. I screamed, kicking everywhere. Then the fire went to the front of the car, where Lyn was. I cried her name, but I couldn’t see her.
The car exploded. I screamed at the top of my lung. And then I was knocked out.
I screamed, sitting up on my bed. My breath was unsteady and I was sweating all over. I was heaving.
The door slammed open. Kristi ran in and leaped onto my bed.
“Are you alright,” she asked. I tried to swallow, but my throat and lungs burned.
“I’m... fine,” I said managing the words out since my throat is on fire.
“I heard you screaming, I was afraid...,” she started.
“I’m fine, just a bad dream,” I answered trying to comfort her. I knew that I have given her a lot of trouble ever since I moved in.
She pleaded with her eyes. “Please, Mallory, it was not your fault... for... what happen, just don’t... blame yourself.”
I looked out the window as the moonlight shine through my window. “You should go back to sleep, you have work tomorrow.”
She smiled. “Yeah, I do, good night.”
She tucked me under the covers. “Good night,” I whispered and I watched as she took one last peek at me before closing the door.
I slept on my side and continue to look out the window. I shut my eyes as I listened as the wind blew against my window.
He cried. It was a man.
“Let me go,” I screamed again. “Please.”
But he ignored me.
“Please,” I begged again, looking at the car. Then fire blazed up from the end of the car. I screamed, kicking everywhere. Then the fire went to the front of the car, where Lyn was. I cried her name, but I couldn’t see her.
The car exploded. I screamed at the top of my lung. And then I was knocked out.
I screamed, sitting up on my bed. My breath was unsteady and I was sweating all over. I was heaving.
The door slammed open. Kristi ran in and leaped onto my bed.
“Are you alright,” she asked. I tried to swallow, but my throat and lungs burned.
“I’m... fine,” I said managing the words out since my throat is on fire.
“I heard you screaming, I was afraid...,” she started.
“I’m fine, just a bad dream,” I answered trying to comfort her. I knew that I have given her a lot of trouble ever since I moved in.
She pleaded with her eyes. “Please, Mallory, it was not your fault... for... what happen, just don’t... blame yourself.”
I looked out the window as the moonlight shine through my window. “You should go back to sleep, you have work tomorrow.”
She smiled. “Yeah, I do, good night.”
She tucked me under the covers. “Good night,” I whispered and I watched as she took one last peek at me before closing the door.
I slept on my side and continue to look out the window. I shut my eyes as I listened as the wind blew against my window.
Stories: Excerpt 1
Sorry the pages are not working so I decided to post it as a new post...
Excerpt:
We’re chatting as we enter the dark tunnel. I laughed at her stupid jokes about immortals, how she did her research and what she found out. She turned out of the tunnel and that’s when she sees it. A dog popping out of nowhere. She spins the steering wheel and the whole car is whirling. I screamed grabbing onto the handle at the top of the car, but it didn’t seem to hold me up thought. I slammed my head against the window as the balloon pops in front of my face; my face dripping from blood where I hit my head.
I moaned.
“Lyn,” I called, but she didn’t answer. The car moved again and I hit my head again on the window, but only this time darkness caught me.
The next thing I know is that I’m outside of the car and my head is bleeding like hell. I moaned and groaned, until I realized that Lyn was still in the car. She was patting against the window slowly and blood dripping from her arm to her hand. My eyes widen remembering what happened. She was still tapping on the window of the car hoping that I could save her since I’m outside, but the only problem was that I don’t recall climbing out of the car. I tried to stand, but my legs were like jello. Instead, I motioned toward Lyn, then someone from behind yanked me back and I saw Lyn screaming, hitting the window harder. I struggled to break free, but whoever it was, was too strong beside that I had a concussion on my head.
Excerpt:
We’re chatting as we enter the dark tunnel. I laughed at her stupid jokes about immortals, how she did her research and what she found out. She turned out of the tunnel and that’s when she sees it. A dog popping out of nowhere. She spins the steering wheel and the whole car is whirling. I screamed grabbing onto the handle at the top of the car, but it didn’t seem to hold me up thought. I slammed my head against the window as the balloon pops in front of my face; my face dripping from blood where I hit my head.
I moaned.
“Lyn,” I called, but she didn’t answer. The car moved again and I hit my head again on the window, but only this time darkness caught me.
The next thing I know is that I’m outside of the car and my head is bleeding like hell. I moaned and groaned, until I realized that Lyn was still in the car. She was patting against the window slowly and blood dripping from her arm to her hand. My eyes widen remembering what happened. She was still tapping on the window of the car hoping that I could save her since I’m outside, but the only problem was that I don’t recall climbing out of the car. I tried to stand, but my legs were like jello. Instead, I motioned toward Lyn, then someone from behind yanked me back and I saw Lyn screaming, hitting the window harder. I struggled to break free, but whoever it was, was too strong beside that I had a concussion on my head.
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