Saturday, May 30, 2009

I Hate You. Really? I Love You. part 2

This story is dedicated to Chelsea Thompson, my amazing older sister! Happy eighteenth Chelsea! I love you!

"Mary Joe, Lisa always the same, THAT'S NOT MY NAME! THAT'S NOT MY NAME! THAT'S NOT MY NAME! ...are you  calling me darling...are you calling me bird? THAT'S NOT MY NAME!" I sang loudely. "Keep it down!" my sister yelled from the other room. I smiled. I was in a very good mood. I changed the song on my ipod to "Shut Up and Let Me Go" also performed by the Ting Tings. I plugged my ipod into the speakers and turned the volume up. I jumped on my jumped with a hairbrush and started dancing to the long intro. "SHUT UP AND LET ME GO, THIS HURTS I TOLD YOU SO!" I yelled. "KRISSTIN! I ASKED YOU TO QUIET DOWN, NOT GET LOUDER!" my sister yelled. I laughed and kept singing, "I ain't freakin', I ain't fakin' this, HEY!" I sang. Aw, the joys of iPod speakers. 
I woke up the next morning...excited...for school.  Why? What was up with the sudden good emotions in me?
"Good morning Miss Priss," a voice behind me said. I smiled widely before turning to face Jonathon. "Good morning Jonathon," I said as I turned to face him.

Her brown hair was straightened, her blue eyes were sparkling. Her lips were pink, her eyelids were white from makeup. I sucked in my breath and tried not to let her know that I could hardly breath. She smiled, and I smiled back. I looked away from her eyes before I did something rash again. I looked at all the kids going into the classroom and said, "Well, shall we go?" 
"Yes, let's," she said, hooking her arm with mine. I caught my breath. I wasn't expecting that...how strong did she think I was? I was weak. Quite weak. 
I escorted her to her seat and sat down next to her.  She started humming. "Is that the Ting Tings?" I asked casually as I reached into my bag and pulled out my biology folder. "Yes! How'd you know?" she asked in surprise. I smiled as I looked at her, "My sister listens to them all the time. That's Shut Up and Let Me Go you're humming, correct?" I asked. She nodded. "Yea. My sister was blasting that song last night."
"How old is your sister?" she asked. "Twin sister," I replied. "Oh. What's her name?"
"Seraphina. She has straight black hair, green eyes, she's short."
"Oh. I think she might be in my math class. Did she come before you?"
"Yea. I visited Italy for two months before I came here, and she didn't come with me."
"Oh. I see."
"Yea."
I walked out of the classroom with Krisstin. We walked over to the cafeteria. "Let me introduce you to Seraphina," I said. "Umm...oh. Ok."
"Phina!" I yelled as I saw her enter the cafeteria with her boyfriend, Kellan. Seraphina smiled and walked over to us. "Hi Jon. Who's this?" Phina asked. Phina is very short, about 5'1''. "This is Krisstin. Krisstin, this is Phina, and her boyfriend Kellan," I said. Krisstin didn't smile, which surprised me. "Hello Seraphina," she said. She smiled weakly at Phina. Phina glanced over at Kellan, "Do you two know each other?"
"Not really," Krisstin said. "She's my ex," Kellan said. Krisstin looked at the ground. She didn't blush, she didn't look sad or embarrassed, simply ashamed. Everyone was quiet for a minute, "Well, it was nice meeting you," Phina said as she looked at Krisstin with a confused expression. She took Kellan's hand and led him away from us. "Umm...sorry about that..." I said. Krisstin smiled, "Nah, its ok. Shall we get some food?"
I couldn't believe that had just happened! Kellan, of all people, dating Jonathon's sister. Poor girl, she didn't know what she was getting herself into. 

To be continued...
© 2009

Friday, May 29, 2009

My Life: If I Was In Charge part 1

Be Careful What You Wish For

“Everyone has this world inside their minds where everything they could possibly want is real. But think about it: If you have 500 doughnuts, you’re gonna get a stomachache.” 

-Me


There was just something about her. When I looked at her, I couldn’t get myself to look away. Of course she was beautiful, but it wasn’t like the other girls were less attractive than her. She was so determined. When she wanted to make a statement, she didn’t hesitate. People would make fun of her for her strong opinions that a lot of people disagreed with, but if I really thought about it, everything she said had good morals. They were just things that people wanted to deny were the truth. She was a very strong Christian, and she flaunted it. She wore a purity ring and glared at people when they cussed. But then, right when you’re starting to think she’s this strong independent girl who doesn’t care what anybody says, she turns into this innocent little screw-up who can’t walk on a flat surface or catch a ball from a foot away. She was so confusing! And then I’d be sitting there and look up at her, and she’d be staring at me. And then she’d look away. And then the next time I looked up, she’d be staring at me again. So of course that would make me think she liked me, but then later when she’s with her friends she’d make fun of me and laugh at me! What am I supposed to make of that?!


My friends hated him. He was a jerk, he was annoying, he was a pervert, he was just altogether...bad. And at first I agreed with them. Being the innocent pure girl that I am, of course I would hate him. But then one day, I looked at him as I would in someone else’s body, and I saw the beauty there. I know, that’s totally shallow. But, I can just tell, somewhere under all that muck the world has thrown on him is a good person. Somewhere down there...deep... I also had dreams about him. One night I just went to sleep, and there he was, my knight in shining armor, (well, not literally,) and in my mind now he’s the guy from those dreams. I’ve seen what most girls might never see: a him without all the bad stuff. A him that’s a good person. And I know somehow that the guy from my dreams is in him somewhere...deep down... I mean honestly, can you blame the guy? Look at the world he lives in. Look at the movies, the TV, the books, the PEOPLE. In their minds, most guys think the way he does, they just don’t express it orally. Sometimes I’ll be just leaning back against something and then all the sudden I’m imagining that he’s sitting there behind me with his arms around me. That whatever I’m leaning against is actually him. And it feels real. It feels AMAZING. Girls want guys to express their feelings. Guys want other things. Girls just need to face the facts: guys do not have a female mind, and they NEVER will. Oh and of course you’ll find someone who seems like the perfect guy, he likes you for who you are, he doesn’t think of you that away, and he’s just altogether amazing, and then you’ll find out he’s gay. Face it girls: they’re all the same. 


When she’s with her friends, its like I’m a different guy or something. In one class she’s staring at me and helping me with my homework and all that, and then once she’s with her friends again she’s making fun of me TO MY FACE and laughing at me. What’s up with that? I thought GUYS were supposed to be the ones who acted different in front of their friends. That’s just whacked.


Have you ever listened to a song and just closed you eyes and imagined that you were at a dance or something dancing to the song with the guy you like? Yeah well, I have. Multiple times. 

To be continued...

©2009

Down There (sequel to unpublished 'Up Here') part 1

I popped my gum  and threw my bag onto the table. “That @#%. I can’t believe him,” Tiffany said. I twisted my mouth at her words. My youth pastor had just been talking to us about how cursing was wrong, and that the bible itself said so. I popped my bubble again. But that didn’t matter here. Here was not youth group. Here I was my own individual person who totally fit in with the crowd. I popped my gum again. “Seriously, that kid has some major problems,” I put in. Tiffany reached over and popped my bubble before I could do it myself. “Stop being a freak,” she said. “What, now popping my gum makes me a freak?” I replied. Tiff rolled her eyes, “No, but popping your gum five hundred times in ten seconds does.” Tiff got deeper into her conversation with Cynthia about Jonathan. She acted like I wasn’t there. I turned to Jordan, who was trying to finish his math homework. “Hey Jordan, could I borrow a pencil?” I asked.  Jordan looked up and handed me the pencil he was using. “Pathetic, Jordan,” I said, “see, this is why you’re doing your homework during lunch in the first place.” Miranda glared at me with a “don’t TALK to my MAN” kind of look. Seriously, Miranda was getting way overprotective of this guy. He was probably finishing his homework in school because Miranda called him every five minutes. Not even kidding, I went to her house one time, and she literally called him, then stared at the clock for five minutes, then called him again. She kept doing that for about an hour. “Miranda is seriously getting annoying with this whole obsession with Jordan,” I whispered into Cammy’s ear, “I bet she like, bribed him or something to get him to ask her out.” Cammy giggled. Then Cameron walked by and stopped by me. “Hey Caitlin,” he said, “What’s up?” I caught my breath. Man that boy was gorgeous. “Not much. Why do you ask?” I said casually, trying to hide the southern accent that slipped into my voice every time I got nervous. “Well, I was wondering if you’d want to be my date for the prom,” Cameron said. Cammy nudged me and winked. “Sure,” I squeezed out. “Cool. See ya later Caitlin.”


Caitlin is just your ordinary teenage girl. Every Saturday night, she goes to youth group and thinks about changing her ways to be more like Jesus. But by Monday morning, her life is back to normal. Caitlin is in the hottest clique in the school, she’s going out with her super gorgeous crush Cameron, and Tiffany is acting like her best friend again. Everything is totally fixing up. Until Caitlin hears about Wendy. Wendy always went to youth group. She was really shy, but she always knew the answer in youth group. Caitlin hadn’t even known that Wendy went to her school until she heard the news. Wendy had killed herself. Caitlin couldn’t figure it out. Sure her school life wasn’t top notch, but Wendy had never really seemed to care about that. She was really popular with the church kids, unlike Caitlin, who was the total outcast with them. So why had Wendy killed herself? The youth pastor said that our lives aren’t fulfilled without God. But Wendy had God! She was an expert on God! So why had she done it?

Caitlin goes to Sheeba, Wendy’s old best friend, and asks her if she knows. Sheeba doesn’t go to Pallington High. She goes to a private Christian school called “Ettah Christian”, same as most of the kids in youth group. So of course Sheeba is a private school prep who thinks public schools are filled with druggies and horrible sinners or whatever. Sheeba says that maybe Wendy didn’t have the environment she wanted. “Surrounded by all these non Christian evildoers,” Sheeba says. Spoken like a true prep. But maybe Sheeba is right. When Caitlin goes back to school after spring break, once all the freaking out about Wendy is basically over, she starts noticing things about her friends, enemies, even her boyfriend; that she had either never noticed, or just ignored before. Sheeba was right. No wonder Wendy couldn’t stand living with this. Caitlin’s starting to doubt how she has lived with this through all these years.

And then she meets him.

Peter Cambridge.

And he shows her what she’s been missing. He shows her how to take care of herself. He kicks Cameron right out the door. But he’s not willing to take Cameron’s place. He’ll stand inside the house, but he’s never willing to stand on the doorstep. And maybe Caitlin isn’t really willing to let him stand there, either. Maybe Cameron was a pushover and she didn’t notice. Cameron sometimes made her feel uncomftorable. But Peter makes her feel like everything is going to be all right. Because Peter knows Jesus. And Cameron and Jesus are complete strangers. 



To be continued...

© 2009

Thursday, May 28, 2009

I Hate You. Really? I Love You. part 1

This story is dedicated to Chelsea Thompson, my amazing older sister! Happy eighteenth Chelsea! I love you!

Prologue

“I hate you.”
“I love you.”
“Can’t we just stay friends?”
“Its not you, its me.”
“Its over.”
“I will love you forever.”
“Get away from me!
“Shut up and let me go!”
“What do you want?”
“Do you love me?”
“I hate her.”

Typical. Typical, typical, typical. What is it with romance and saying I love you? What is it with enemies saying I hate you? Are either of those phrases ever really true? I mean, sure you get a feeling for someone that can’t be permitted, but really, is love actually real? I don’t mean love for God or your family, I mean love…you know, love between a girl and a boy. And hatred. Do you ever really hate someone? These things swirl around in my head all the time.
Once, I thought I was in love. But then it ended, and I thought I hated the person. But now I wonder: if I had loved him, is it really possible that I ever actually hated him? And if I hated him, is it really possible that I loved him? So did I love him, or did I hate him? Maybe neither? 
There are these girls I know that I like to call the “So-called EPGs”, or so-called emotionally privileged girls. They’re always coming up to me and saying, “I’m in love!” or “You know who I hate?” What am I supposed to say, “I don’t believe in love and hate.” They would think that I’m some kind of freak. And anyway, its not that I don’t believe in those things, its just that I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed real love or real hatred. It can be very confusing.















Chapter One: What We have in Common
I sat in my biology class and stared at my paper. Really? We were REALLY going to dissect a cow eye? Just one question: WHY?!
A new boy walked in through the front of the classroom. He was good looking, he had a nice smile. His shirt had the song lyric “looking for love” on it. I looked back down at my paper. Of course, he was assigned the seat next to me. “Hello,” he said in a friendly voice as he sat next to me. He had a huge, gorgeous smile on his face. He really was good looking, but I wasn’t interested. I smiled back, “Hi. Welcome. I hope you find what you’re looking for,” I said in a kidding tone as I motioned toward his shirt. He laughed, “Oh, I’m not sure that I’m looking for it. In fact, I’m not sure that I believe it exists.” I stared at him in astonishment, “You mean you’re not sure if you believe in love?” He looked at me with a ‘why did I have to say that’ expression. “Uh, well, not exactly…” he started to say. I interrupted him, “I’m not either!” He looked at me with a surprised expression. “Really?” he asked. I smiled and nodded. He looked away, “Wow. No one has ever agreed with me before.”
“Yea. Me neither.”
“My name is Jonathon,” he said. I smiled, “Krisstin, but you can call me Krissy.” I laughed, “Most of my friends call me Prissy Krissy or little Miss Kriss.” He smiled, “Well then Miss Priss, its nice to meet you.” I smiled, “You too, Sir Johnny.” He laughed, and I smiled wider. He had a nice laugh.
Jonathon came to lunch with me. “Guys, this is Jonathon. But you can call him Sir Johnny,” I said with a laugh. My friends looked at him and then looked at me and smiled. “Its nice to meet you Jonathon. Are you assuming a relationship with our Prissy Krissy?” my friend Jayd said. I rolled my eyes, but Jonathon replied smartly with, “Miss Priss helped me with the cow eye dissection. It was nasty.” Instantly, the subject was switched from me and Jonathon to the ‘disgustingness’ of the cow eye dissection. “Thank you,” I mouthed to Jonathon. “I didn’t do it for you,” he whispered. I giggled. This guy was pretty cool. “SOAP OPERAS SCARE ME INTENSELY!” Jonathon suddenly yelled out. I stared at him, “Where did that come from?!” I asked. “They were talking about One Tree Hill,” he said. “What? How can soap operas possibly scare you? I love soap operas!” Elizabeth said. Jonathon leaned over toward her, making it seem like he was going to whisper a secret to her. “See here’s the thing:” he whispered, “I’m a guy…and you’re a girl!” She laughed. I smiled. Justin, Elizabeth’s boyfriend, glared at him. Jonathon sat back into his seat and instantly got mixed into the conversation about music, TV shows, make up, and gum flavors. I couldn’t even keep up with them, but Jonathon fit right into our little popular table. I sighed and got up from the table to go steal food from my little sister. Jonathon instantly popped up from the table and joined me. “What are you doing?” I asked. “Uh…coming with you. Wherever you’re going,” he replied. “But you seemed to be having so much fun with them,” I said. He smiled, “I was! They’re hysterical. But I can relate to you more.” I stared at him, “Me?” He nodded. I looked down at the ground, “Umm…oh. Ok.” 
“You’re not used to a guy following you around, are you?” he asked. I shook my head. “I’m surprised. I would think you would have had many by now. You’re so beautiful.” I blushed, and then I noticed that he blushed too, “Umm…uhh…I mean, uhh…” I smiled. “Thank you,” I said. He stared me in the eyes. For a minute, I had no idea what to do. I tried to pull myself out of it, because I hate it when my brain tricks me into thinking I’m in love. Then he did something totally unexpected. He reached down toward me and pushed the hair over my eye behind my ear. My eyes widened. “Oh! Uh…sorry…I…uhh…I just…I didn’t mean to…” he stuttered. I put my hand up. “Its ok. Just one thing: If you’re ever going to do something like that again, don’t do it in front of Jayd and Elizabeth. They’ll get the wrong idea and never shut up about it." He laughed, “Ok. Sounds like a deal.”
Its strange, I don’t know if I like this guy, or if I don’t. But one thing is clear: I don’t love him. No…no way. 

To be continued...
© 2009

Road Trip part 1

Preface
“You are throwing all our money down the frickin’ drain! You don’t even care about this family anymore!” 
“I don’t care? Look who’s talking! You just quit your job because ‘they were too hard to handle’! If you care about this family, you’d be looking for a different job right now!”
“I am! Unlike you, you’re just using our money like it grows on trees or something! I had to sell our fricking sofa! Our SOFA!!!”
I closed the door lightly behind me and threw my books onto my bed. I sighed. This family was so impossible. I went over to my dresser and dug through the half-open top drawer to find my ipod. I pulled it out and put on the song “So What” by P!nk. I walked over to my shelf and took down my old notepad that was barely holding on to it’s spine. “Ashes fell like raindrops onto the victims of the fire. The smell of smoke filled my lungs as I walked through the ruined village. A small girl lay shivering under a table carved of rock. I scooped her up into my arms and she pressed her face into my hair, not caring who I was, as long as she didn’t have to be alone in the setting of this horrible tragedy that she had just witnessed,” I wrote. My brother opened the door and slammed it closed. He threw his backpack over to the dresser. I stared at it like I had no other choice. “I hate this family!” He said. I looked up to see fury swelling up in my older brother’s face. “I hate it! They never do anything but argue, and Sarah acts like she’s the queen of the world and forces mom and dad to buy stuff that she knows we can’t flippin’ afford! UGH!” He looked down at me and half smiled sheepishly. “You’re the only thing that keeps this family together, sis. I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he said. I smiled, “Same goes to you. He sighed and plopped down on his bed. “I hope you’re wrong,” he said,  “ ‘Cause if that’s true, then you’re toast when I go to college.” I raised an eyebrow. He was right. I was toast.
Three weeks later, the worst day of my life arrived. My brother left for college. I didn’t even go to the airport with my parents and the rest of my siblings. I couldn’t stand goodbyes, especially not with the one person who kept me from falling off the edge of this cliff they call teen years. My parents came in screaming at each other, and Sarah skipped up the stairs with a shopping bag in her hand. My other brothers didn’t come in at all. Probably went to a friend’s house or something, they always managed to find excuses to not come home. My mom suddenly came into my room and stormed over to my shelf. She started to rip my notebooks off the shelf. I immediately jumped up. “What are you doing?!” I screamed. She turned to me. “Your FATHER just bought something way too expensive for Sarah, so I’m going to sell your notebooks.” She said. My mouth fell open. That was it. This was all going way too far. “Oh no you’re not,” I said. My mother looked shocked. “Excuse me?” She said. I walked across the room and grabbed the notebooks from her arms and the rest of the notebooks from the shelf. “What are you doing?” She asked as I grabbed a huge suitcase from beside my bed. I unzipped the bag and threw all my notebooks into it. I pulled the drawers out of my dresser and dumped their contents into my bag. I went back to the dresser, grabbed a crystal heart necklace from the top of it, and clipped it around my neck. Then I zipped my bag back up and threw it onto the ground. I turned away from my mother and pulled my suitcase down the stairs. “WHERE are you going?” She screamed. I slammed the front door and threw my suitcase into the back of my government-payed mustang. I jumped into the front seat and speeded out of the driveway just as my mother threw open the door and screamed, “Get back here!” That was it. All there is to it. I never went back there.































Chapter 1: Seven Hours
The trees sped past me as I drove down the road. The ocean glistened under the sun, and warm ocean air filled the area. I sped out of this Heaven-on-Earth like it was on fire. I blasted “Where is the Love” by Black eyed peas on my ipod at full volume. I put on a pair of sunglasses and screeched to a rough stop at a red light. I rubbed bright red lip gloss onto my lips so they shined as much as the ocean. I saw my friend Martha wave to me from the sidewalk. I motioned for her to walk up to the curb. I pulled over a t the curb just as she ran up to it. “I’m leaving,” I said, and I hugged her. “What do you mean you’re leaving?” She asked. “Say bye to Mel, Hannah, and Elliot please,” I continued, “‘Cause I’m not coming back. I’m sick of this family.” Martha glanced at the suitcase in the back of my car and tears swelled up in her eyes. “Say by to Mirium and Jade too. Oh, and Grace and Rachel.” I said. I laughed, “Well, I guess you should just say bye to everyone. Love ya Marth.” Martha looked at me, the tears now spilling out of her eyes. “Love ya.” She whispered. I wrapped her up in a huge hug. “Goodbye Martha,” I said. I got back into my car and sped off, glancing at Martha staring at my car as I sped away into the distance.
I drove out of Malibu and into Santa Monica. I drove past Santa Monica and into Orange County, but I didn’t stop there. I had no idea where I was going, but I knew that I hadn’t gone far enough. I drove all the way to Bakersfield. I got too tired to drive anymore, so I stopped at a small hotel and checked in. I had all the money from my college fund and about three thousand dollars that had just showed up in my wallet one day. Also, I had all the money I had made from my part job, since I had been saving up to get a car that the government didn’t pay for, though I’m not sure why. The car I had presently was a cute red mustang that I didn’t have to buy, I didn’t have to pay the bills for, I didn’t even have to pay for gas for it. Why? Because the government let me drive around in the car as much as I want as long as I had a bumper sticker on the back that said, “Support Our Troops”. I’m not sure why they let me do it, but it was perfectly fine with me. I got a free all-payed car just for having a bumper sticker that I liked anyway.  I went up to my room and took out one of my notebooks. I was writing a story in it called “The Fall of Ashes”. “I took the little girl to my home and hid her in my loft, knowing that the soldiers would soon storm into here to make sure that not one villager had escaped their horrible massacre. Sure enough, five hard knocks rapped against my door about fifteen minutes after I had come in. I closed the loft door and shoved a large bookshelf in front of it, though it hardly showed anyway. “Coming!” I said. I ran to the front door and opened it to find not soldiers, but a wrinkled old man who had ashes covering his clothes and was hunched over, trying to walk without a cane. Obviously, he was also a survivor of the fire the soldiers had lit on the innocent village. I quickly ushered him in. I got him an umbrella to use as a cane, and then I quickly let him into the loft. Just as I pushed the bookshelf back in place, I heard another hard knock on the door. I rushed over and opened it. The soldiers had arrived.” I wrote. The book was about a war in a poor African country where a woman was attempting to hide villagers in her home. It was much like the story of Anne Frank, except it was from the point of view of the person who was hiding people, not the person who was hiding. Also, a lot more about fire was involved in the story. I put the notebook back in my suitcase and flopped onto the bed. I turned the television on and watched about two and half hours of cartoons. Then I went to sleep, my mind filled with questions. Where would I go? What was I going to do? What if I ran out of money? Who was I going to rely on? Who could I trust? And most importantly, what was I doing out here alone?

To be continued...
© 2009

Suicide

You are standing, looking down, ready to face the pain of the fall. What will you be remembered for? Courageous because you could take the jump? No. A coward because you could not climb back down. You could not face your fears. You shied away from pain and suffering. Suicide is not your choice to make! You coward, just climb back down and face the real world. Yes, life had pain and fear and suffering. But death in itself will wrap you up in its black embrace and squeeze you until all you see is the darkness behind your cold eyelids. Your soul leaves your body alone and motionless. So just climb back down.

© 2009

A Midsummer Day's Dream part 1

Chapter One: Hermia, meet Lysander

(Hermia/Rain)

I waded into the pond and watched as the tiny silver fish swam around my feet. I could feel their slimy tails brushing against my toes and my ankles. The water was freezing cold. I couldn’t step farther into the water or my silk dress would get ruined. I leaned down and rinsed off my wounded arm in the water. The cut was deep and at least four inches long. I watched as my blood mixed in with the water. Then I stepped out of the pond and walked over to the rock where I had left my sweater. I put my sweater on to cover up my wound. If John  saw the injury, who knows what he would do. I slipped my black ballet flats onto my feet and walked up to my home. 

I saw a young boy leaning on a tree as I was walking down the path. He couldn’t have been much older than me. I envied him, being able to sit there and relax without a care in the world. He startled me when he suddenly looked up and said, “Is there something I can do for you ma’am?”

“I uh...”

“Its just that I saw you eyeing me and I was wonderin’ what a pretty young lady like you was doin’ walkin’ around all by ‘er lonesome,” he said before I was able to respond thoroughly. I straightened me back, “I can not be more than half year younger than you, sir.” He stood up, “Yes I know that. But it seems that I ain’t a lady. And I ain’t by my lonesome.” His face was inches from mine. I caught my breath as he stared intently at me with his big, beautiful blue eyes. “Wha-what do you mean you’re not alone?” I stuttered, temporarily flustered by the closeness of his face to mine. He came closer to my face and I took a step backward. “She’s with me,” he said, pointing his thumb in the direction of the tree. I looked toward the tree and saw no one. “Who?” I asked. “The tree,” he said as he walked back over to the tree and patted its bark. “This tree here.” Confused, I replied simply with, “I must go. My...husband is waiting for me.” It still discomforted me calling John my husband. His eyes widened as I started to walk away. “At such a young age?” asked with a shocked voice. I simply nodded and kept walking. “But you don’t like it,” he added with a smirk in his voice. I turned toward him, “I hate it.” He smiled, and I turned and kept walking. 

“Hello darling. Where have you been?”

“I...went  go pick some berries.”

“Where are the berries?”

“I ate them.”

“Never heard that one before,” he said sarcastically. “Go start dinner.” 

“Who are you to order me?” I replied. He stared at me, “I am your husband!” 

“You are my forced conjoined male being of whom I was conjoined with in order to pull my family out of economical trouble. You are NOT my husband,” I replied. “And you, on the other hand, are my wife of whom I married because you are beautiful and your parents strongly wanted me to be your husband. Now go start dinner,” he retorted. I fumed off to the kitchen. I lit the oven and put the meat into a pot full of water, which I placed on top of the stove. Then I quickly exited the house through the back door. I climbed up the pile of logs by the side of the house and sat on the roof. Why had this happened to me? What had I done to deserve this? I stared down the hill at the forest pathway. Just then, I saw a boy walking down the pathway away from my home. It must have been the boy I had met on my way home earlier. I imagined the boys beautiful blue eyes...they were like blue pearls. And his teeth were whiter than pearls! He had absolutely exquisite features, but it was not just his features that appealed to me. He talked like a western boy. I had always had a thing for western boys. I could just imagine him in a cowboy hat riding a big black mustang  down that path. He would ride up to me and sweep me up onto the horse with him, and we would ride away. Ride away from all the cares and troubles of marriage and adulthood. I would be free...like a girl should be at thirteen. I laid back on the roof and stared up at the darkening sky. Let me just tell you how I got here.

My family and I have lived here in Washington our whole life. This place is beautiful, full of friendly people, and right in the place where my daddy got his job. He owns a little hardware shop. Problem is, my daddy got out of work about a year ago because a bigger, better, and cheaper hardware shop was built right down the road from where my dad’s place is. So for a while my dad tried to farm and sell his produce. Unfortunately, our land isn’t good farming land, and nobody wanted to pay us for the food we attempted to grow. Then, just at the right time, my seventeen year old sister got married, and our family was just good and dandy. Then, sadly, my sister’s husband drowned in the river. We were of course all devastated to lose him, but we were most certainly not in a better financial situation because of this tragic happening. My sister’s husband died before he got the chance to update his will. His family, unfortunately, had never cared for my sister, and they made sure that they took everything that had belonged to their son away from my sister, including the house, the cow, and all the money. My sister moved back in with us, depressed, lonely, and completely broke. Then my father came up with a brilliant idea: marry me off to rich man and put our family back up on their, as my dad calls it “financial feet”. My sister did not approve, and neither did I, but we had no say in the matter. John Sampson, the very wealthy son of Georgina and Jonathon Sampson, volunteered willingly for the job. Many other men volunteered too, but my father decided to choose snotty, self-obsessed John to be my husband, because John was richer than the others and my father was feeling greedy. 

On the day of the wedding, my sister ran away from home. But not before she slipped a farewell note into my flower bouquet. On the note, she wrote:

      Dearest Rain Dance

I have found that our quaint little home has become too dangerous and depressing for my liking. It has come to my attention that I can go anywhere I want! And so I will. I bid you good luck with your new torture device of a companion. Who knows, maybe he’ ll end up like mine! Was that too harsh?

I honestly understand that you will be very angry with me for leaving you in your time of need, but do believe me, good sister, I have not left you alone. I have left you Peter. You will find out soon enough who he is. Peter will protect you, but I warn you, don’t fall in love with him. Many a girl have made the same mistake and all but one of them have had their hearts broken. The one who didn’t broke his heart in a completely pitiless way. Since her, he has never loved. And darling, he never will. So don’t try it. (Not that you would, seeing as you have such a wonderful companion already.) Once again, I’m very sorry for leaving you at this terrible time, but I could not stay here any longer. I love you dear sister, take care of yourself. Or at least have Peter do it for you. 

 All my love,

your sister- Jane Tienry 

Since I received that letter, I had been searching everywhere for Peter. I couldn’t seem to find him, and I wondered if my sister had made him up. 

I sat up on the roof. What if...what if I had met Peter? What if that boy...leaning on the tree...had been Peter? He certainly was one whom I wouldn’t deny many girls would fall for. But if that had been Peter, then...what took him so long? Why had I only met him today? It was all so confusing. Just then, John threw open the back door, “RAIN! YOU GET BACK IN HERE IMMEDIATELY! DO YOU HEAR ME RAIN? I AM COMING OUT TO GET YOU!” My eyes widened as I watched John storm off in the direction of the river. I quickly jumped down from the roof. I glanced over at John as I raced into the house and I saw that he was walking father and farther away from the house and the path I always took. I quickly climbed up into the loft, grabbed my bag, and filled it with all my belongings. This wasn’t hard because my belongings were very few. I ran down into the kitchen and grabbed all the money I could fit in my bag from our money jar. Then I dashed out the back door.

I raced down the path...past the tree where I had met that boy...past the pond...past the place where I had gotten my wound...I stopped running when I remembered my wound. I looked at my arm. The blood was seeping through my sweater! I sat down on a rock on the side of the road and took to treating my wound. I then wrapped it up in gauze and changed my sweater. I put my backpack back on my back and took off back down the road. Three quarters of the way to town, the sky turned pitch black. I kept walking down the path, but eventually I stopped, worrying that I might stray and get lost. I sat down and leaned on a large boulder. My arm stung like I had been attacked by thousands of bees. I tried not to react.  I tried to sleep. But eventually I found myself screaming out for help unconsciously and wheezing from the pain of my injury. It had not hurt this much when it first happened! 

I woke up laying in a bed with brown covers. It was morning, I could tell that by the light pouring in from a window and the sound of the birds singing outside. I started to sit up but then my arm started stinging again. I cringed and wheezed. “Wait just a minute, and I’ll help you get rid of that pain,” a voice said. I gritted my teeth together and squinted my eyes closed. “Whe-where am I?” I asked through my teeth. “You’re in my guest room.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m Peter.” Peter. Peter, the man who my sister had assigned to be my body guard. I leaned back against the bed. “Hello Peter,” I sighed. “Do you know me?” he asked with curiosity in his voice. I heard his footsteps as he entered the room, but I did not see him because of my closed eyes. “My sister told me that she assigned you to protect me,” I replied. He laughed, “Well, yes, but I’m obviously not doing a very good job considering your condition right now.” 

“I’m ok...” I said as I opened my eyes. I gasped. It was him! The boy I had met on the path! “you...” I whispered. he smiled and sat down in a chair near my head. His face was inches from mine again. “Me,” he whispered. I jumped out of bed on the opposite side of where he was sitting. He looked at me with a confused expression. “What are you doing?” he asked. “I’m getting out bed. I injured my arm, not my whole body,” I replied. He smiled, “Well then!” He laughed, “Most ladies would just stay in bed and moan all day with that large of a wound!” I smiled, “I’m not like most ladies.”

“Certainly not. Most ladies aren’t married at your age. And ‘specially not to someone they don’t love.” I frowned, “It was arranged,” I replied. “For money reasons I’m guessing?” 

“For financial reasons, yes.” 

“You don’t have to go and use big words like financial around here,” he replied. I grinned, “Habit.” He started walking out of the room and followed him into the kitchen. “Yes, well, since you’re up and out of bed, I’m expecting you won’t be needing that pain killer anymore,” he said. I frowned, “No, I certainly would still like pain killer, please.” He chuckled, “Aw yes, I was expectin’ that you’d say that. Even a brave girl like yourself don’t like pain.”

“Oh, and you do?”

“No, definitely not. Did I say I did?” he replied. I put on a confused expression, “No, but...” He chuckled, “Aw, I’m just teasing ya’. No need to get all worked up. Let me get that pain killer for you.”

I sat down at a kitchen table and watched as he rummaged through his cupboards. He took a out a bottle with some herbs crushed and mixed together in it. “I always use this on me. Works almost instantly!” he said. He brought the bottle over to me and rubbed it gently onto my arm. “Won’t that infect the wound?” I asked. He shook his head, “Nah. I just put it around the wound. Not on it.”

“Then how does it stop the pain?”

“That’s for me to know, and you not to find out. I worked a long time to figure this out.”

“I see. How do you know so much about this stuff?” I asked. He smiled, “I studied to be a doctor. And I could have been one too, a real good one.”

“Really? What stopped you?” I asked. He frowned, “Mary Goy.”

“Mary Goy? Who’s that?” I asked. He frowned and didn’t reply. I blushed, “Never mind. None of my business.”

“She was the girl who took love away from me,” he said, staring at me, “I haven’t been able to fall in love since her.”

Oh. So Mary Goy was the one girl whose heart he didn’t...accidently break. I tried to imagine her. Beautiful? What color hair? What about her eyes? “Well, that should do it. Your arm should stop hurtin’ in a few minutes.”

“Thanks...”

“Mhm.”

“Peter?” I asked. He turned to face me, “Yes?”

“Why did you agree to protect me?” He blushed lightly. “I uh...used to know you.”

“What? Really? When?”

“You were uh...very young. Probably eight years.”

“...tell me what happened.”

“Well...we were at school. You were new and kids were ya’ know, pickin’ on ya’ and all that, and I saw you run off campus and into the forest. I...followed you. I uh...kinda felt this pull in my body that told me to follow you. I felt kinda...you know...defensive and uh protective of you. So I uh followed you into the forest. You just kept running and running! Eventually you stopped and crawled up in front of a log. I went over and scooped you up into my arms...you were very light. You cried into my chest and you said to me “Never leave me! Don’t...don’t go...” I didn’t know what to do. After that day you always kinda avoided me, I think you were embarrassed. But I uh...always kinda followed you. That feeling of protectiveness over you never really went away. I felt possessive of you...I felt...I dunno’. So I’ve really always been...uh...protectin’ you. It was sorta’ part of the reason Mary...you know. So when your sister asked me to protect you, I had no problem with it.” By the time he finished his story, I was staring at him with wide eyes. “Th-that was y-ou?” I asked in shock. He blushed more, “Um...yea.” I looked away from him and stared at the floor. He started to walk out of the room. “Thank you,” I whispered. He turned to me. I looked up at his face with tears in my eyes, “Thank you for protecting me.” He stared at me and I stared right back. If it had been anyone else at any other time, I would have looked away and been blushing by now. But I just kept staring. He looked away eventually, “Don’t thank me,” he said as he stared at the ground with his hands stuffed into his pockets, “I would’ve stopped by now if I could,” he said as he smiled at me. “What do you mean?” I asked as I wiped the tears away from under my eyes. “I’m a very obedient kinda guy. You told me to stay with ya’, so thats what I’m doin’.” 

“Oh. I see.”

“Yea. So...you wanna take a ride with me?”

“A ride?”

“On my stallion. Well, she’s not a real stallion, but she sure looks like it. She’s a real beauty!” He had a horse. And he was asking me if I wanted to ride on it with him. I almost laughed. “So?” he asked as he flipped his black hair away from his eyes. “Ok. I’ll come.”

“Alrighty then! Boy, I sure am lucky, I get to take a pretty lady on a pretty horse with me!” he chuckled ad he led me to a small barn with a beautiful black horse in it. “Wow...” I gasped as I looked at the beautiful horse. She neighed and jumped, flipping her beautiful black mane in the same way Peter flipped his hair. “Ain’t she a beauty? Her name’s Rain Dance.” he said. I stared at him, once again, with wide eyes. “Rain Dance?”

“Ya. I bought her from an Indian, and he told me that was her name. I thought it was a real nice name, so I didn’t change it,” he said as he patted the horse on the back. I stared at the horse. “Somethin’ wrong?” he asked curiously. I looked over at him, “Uh...no...its just...my name’s Rain...and my sister always calls me Rain Dance.” He widened his eyes, “Really? Wow. Small world, huh?” I nodded my head as I turned my eyes back to the horse. She seemed to be staring right at me. “Shall we go?” 

Chapter two: Complications

 (Helena/Emma)

I sat down on my porch swing and stared off at the hills. I couldn’t believe everything that was happening! One moment, John and I were smiling, walking everywhere hand in hand, totally in love, another moment I get an invitation in the mail to his wedding to stupid Rain Patson, my so-called best friend! I didn’t understand it. Yes, Rain was certainly beautiful, gorgeous even, but John had never seemed the least bit interested in her before! Then one day her father decides that they need money, and he marries her off to MY John! The one whom I’ve been in love with since I was eight! When I asked Rain how she could do this to me, she looked at me like I was a lunatic, “You think I would EVER do this to you if I had the choice?! I am not the least bit interested in him! I HATE him! You know that! When you started dating him, I told you that I didn’t understand how you could possibly want to date him! Its not my choice!” she said. What did I care what she said? The stupid girl ruined relationships all the time without even realizing that she was doing it! I remembered the time when boy Peter was dating Mary Goy, but it ended painfully for him because Mary saw him following Rain everywhere. I remember when I asked Mary why she had been so cruel to Peter, she replied, “Me, cruel? Its him who is cruel! I gave him my heart and what does he do?! He turns down dates and special occasions because he’s worried that stupid RAIN PATSON is going to get herself into trouble! Well I’m SICK OF HER! She can have him! I’m done with that stupid boy!” I sighed and looked at the path as a woman with a basket of fruit walked down the path. I watched as she disappeared from my view. Then I turned my head to look and see if there was anyone coming from the other direction. I saw a boy and a girl riding a black horse, her arms were wrapped around his stomach and the horse was running very quickly. I watched as they got closer and close to me and then they were right there. Everything seemed to slow as I saw the girl laughing, with her hair flying out behind her, and the boy smiling widely. It was Rain and Peter. I jumped up o say something, but they were already gone. I stared after them, and she howled like a coyote. “WHAT?!” I yelled. “WHAT IS THIS? WHAT IS GOING ON?!” My parents were both out in the field, so they couldn’t hear me yelling. I picked up my dress and ran over to the barn. I got out Jade, our horse, and jumped on her back. I took off after Rain and Peter. They kept going and going, and I suddenly got a brilliant idea...I would go and tell John of their runaway! It was not exactly likely that he would thank me or anything, but at least I would be able to talk to him! 

“John!” I yelled as I rode up to his home. He turned quickly and frowned when he saw me, “What do you want, Emma?” he asked as he looked away. I jumped off my horse, tied it to a tree, and ran over to him. “Do you know where Rain is?” I asked. He sighed, “No, obviously not since I’m out here looking for her.”

“I know where she is.” I replied. He turned to stare at me. “What? You do? Where is she?!” he said. I smiled. Yes! I had his attention, and the longer I could keep it, the better. “I...uh...I saw her when I was sitting on my porch swing. I was just sitting there, watching people walk along the path and thinking,” 

“Yes, yes! And?”

“And...I...uh...I saw Peter coming up on his horse, he was going very fast,”

“AND?!”

“And...Rain was on the back of the horse, with her hands around his waste,” I finished, disappointed that my time with him was coming to an end. “Bring me to her,” he said as he looked past me, down the path. I looked up at him, “What?”

“Bring me to her. I’ll go get my horse from the barn and you can show me where they went.”

“Oh...um...ok. Fine. Good.” 

“Good,” he replied as he walked over to his barn. I untied my horse and jumped on its back, and I watched as John came out of his barn on his horse. My, he was handsome. “Let’s go then,” he said. I nodded my head and started trotting down the path. “What are you doing?!” he asked as he rode up next to me. “I...I’m bringing you to them...” 

“Well hurry up before they’re out of reach!”

“Oh...yes. Right. I’ll hurry.”

So we took off down the path, trying to catch up with Peter and Rain. It felt good to ride next to John with my hair in the wind, like we used to do. Except now we were on separate horses. I sighed. I knew that by now Rain and Peter would be far from my view, and it would take a very long time to catch up to them...or so I thought. Before long, I saw them sitting by a tree in the distance. I didn’t want my time with John to end. I thought about leading him on a wrong path, but it was too late. “There they are!” he yelled as he kicked his horse and ran faster toward them. I sighed and took off after him.

(Hermia/Rain)

“I see...John and Emma. They’re coming,” Peter said, his smile disappearing. “WHAT?!” I yelled. “Oh! Oh no! Quickly, we have to get out of here!”

“Why? He is your husband, right?”

“How did you know that?”

“You told me about ten minutes ago.”

“Oh. Right.”

“So why do we have to leave?”

“Peter...” I said as I turned to stare at him. I put my hand on his shoulders and his eyes widened. “You want to protect me, right?”

“Um...ya.”

“Then let’s go,” I said simply. Peter jumped up onto Rain Dance and pulled me up onto her with me. We took off onto a side path that encircled and went right back to the beginning of the main path. Rain Dance went even faster than she had before, but so did John horse, Gillia. Gillia was a really fast horse, the son of a race horse. “Gillia is fast...” I said. “Rain Dance is faster,” Peter replied. He kicked Rain Dance for the first time and she took off like a bullet. I buried my face into Peter’s back and squeezed him tighter, extremely frightened that I would fall off. I was expecting Peter to take us back to his home and lock the doors or something similar to that, but instead he took off through the woods, taking us farther and farther from any marked path. “Peter...where are we going?” I asked. “I don’t know!” he yelled with a laugh. I turned my head to look behind us...John was nowhere in sight. “Peter, John’s gone!” I yelled, trying to convince him to turn back. He simply laughed, “Yes, but we’re not!” he yelled.  


To be continued...


© 2009

Black and White Colors part 1

Aqua took a red rose and stuck it between her teeth. “So,” she said, “Why did we all go out and buy black and white shoes again?” Mercy straightened her back. “Actually, we were SUPPOSED to all go out and get black and white VANS, but SOME of us got CONVERSE,” she said in an irritated voice. Marly popped her black gum, “Aw heck, will you guys get off my case? I mean, I was gonna get vans, but seriously these things were just CALLING OUT TO ME!” I turned over onto my back and stared at the red and black sealing of Polka’s. “What does it matter anyway? They’re still black and white,” I said. Mercy rolled her eyes, “Whatever.” 

Four weeks ago, we had all met up at Polka’s  to talk about what we would do to stay in contact over winter break, ‘cause at William’s, winter break lasts all December long. Everyone always gets jealous of us William’s kids ‘cause we get a month long winter break and our summer break is just as long as everyone else’s. The reason for this is that our school only has one teacher for each grade. Three of those four teachers spend three and a half weeks every December visiting who knows who in who knows where, and no one can stop them. You might think that the principal could fire them for just not showing up, but there is no principal at William’s. Nothing but 127 students, four teachers, a cook, and a janitor. Pathetic, I know.  

To be continued...
© 2009

Compatible, in an Incompatible Kind of Way part 1


Preface
Ever wonder why a preface is called a preface? Probably not, but I’ll tell you anyway. The word preface means “An introduction to a book, typically stating its subject, scope, or aims.” Fascinating, isn’t it?

The cold air blew past me. I walked through the dark yard in the direction of the black Porsche. The sky was a shade of dark grey, and very few stars lit up the sky. I walked over to the car and got in. The weather was cold,
the car was cold, and the male sitting next to me was cold. A very quiet and solemn boy, I never left his side, and he never left mine. I don’t know why I hung out with these bozos. Most of them were always trying to put their arm around me or something ‘smooth’ like that. Of course, after they did something like that, I started avoiding them. By now, there was only this guy. This guy named Peter. Peter means rock. Did you know that? Fascinating, isn’t it? Peter and I are totally compatible, in an incompatible kind of way. Peter is not in any way interested in me the way other guys are, and I am not in any way interested in him the way other girls are. In fact, we are not particularly interested in each other at all. We rather dislike each other. Well, not each other so much as the people we hang out with. Peter is rather hateful of all the male bozos I used to hang out with, and I am not very fond of the one female he hangs out with: me. Well, technically I’m fine with myself, I just don’t like that I’m Peter’s only friend. Or rather, his only ‘acquaintance.’ Peter and I spend every second of every day together. However, we have not spoken a word to each since the day we met, and the only word we spoke then was, “Hello.” It is not because we are mad at each other or something, we just...don’t like talking. You see, Peter and I live in a parallel universe. We can drive by a simple oak tree and we will suddenly start making an entire novel about something that happened at that tree in our heads. People who think like that hate to be interrupted. So we don’t speak because we are much too busy thinking. Also, although we have never spoken to each other, (other than the hello,) we know everything about each other. We have never told each other about our parallel universes, never said that we had one, never mentioned that we weren’t fond of each other’s hobbies and (my) friends, but we know it is true. When you spend every second of every day with someone for twelve years, and your selves are so similar that they should be one, you know these things about that person. It’s just a given. Peter and I live in a duplex and leave video chat on our computers all night so that we are always ‘together.’ It’s funny, we slightly dislike each other, but we cannot bear to live a second without each other.















Part 1
He came to my bedroom door at 3:00 am and knocked on it. I woke up and looked out to see him standing there. I grabbed my sweater and opened the door. He had already started walking away in the direction of his car. He got in the car and started the engine. I swung the door open and got into the car, too. He started to drive away from the house. I did not ask where we were going,and not just because we never spoke to each other. I simply didn’t need to know. Most ordinary people would open the door, ask why he was at their door at “3:00 am in the frickin’ morning!” and when he told them he wanted to take them with him somewhere, they would ask where they were going. I am not an ordinary person. Neither is Peter. I trust him with all my heart, though I have no particular reason why I should, other than that nothing bad had ever happened other times he took me places at 3:00 in the morning. Or any other time for that matter. He pulled up to a long driveway and stopped the car. He got out and went to get the mail from an old metal mailbox. I stared up the driveway at the haunted-looking mansion at the top, and millions of stories rushed through my head. I’m sure that even more stories than that went through Peter’s head, since he knew more about the place than I did. He got back in the car and drove up a mountain path. The sun was starting to come up at the top of the mountain, and we got out of the car and lay on the soft, dew covered grass and stared up into the dimly lit sky, letting all the dreams and ideas rush through our heads. Eventually, Peter’s watch alarm went off and we headed back home to get ready for school. I got about two hours of sleep that night. Peter had stayed at my house while I worked until 1:00 in the morning on an essay I had forgotten about, and then he had woken me up at 3:00 in the morning to do who knows what.
The halls of the school were completely empty when we got there, which was not surprising, as it was 6:00 am. Peter and I leaned against the walls and made up stories about school kids in our minds. The other students eventually came in and, as usual, ignored us leaning there against the walls, wearing dark black clothes with hair that seemed it should be for a god. At first, the students had been fascinated by us. Then they started to get crushes on us. After that, they started to think we had some kind of mental illness or were seriously whacked or something. Some kid considered that we were vampires, like the ones in the Twilight saga by Stephenie Meyer, because we were beautiful, pale, and had compelling traits. Eventually, they just grew tired of us and pretended we didn’t exist. That is, until the new kid arrived. Her name was Sadie Swan. The kid who had thought we were vampires was all obsessed with her because her last name was Swan, and some character in the Twilight books apparently had that last name. Sadie was more interested in Peter and I than that kid. She asked other kids about us, and they would say, “Oh, those are just the Cullens.” They always called us that, either to mess with the Twilight kid’s mind, or because they actually thought that we were vampires or something. “How come you guys never talk to each other?” Sadie asked one day. “We are imaginators,” Peter said. “Imaginators seclude themselves from all the silly needs of normal people and travel to other universes where the whole world is a novel,” he finished. “If you wanted to be left alone, you could have just said it,” Sadie replied. I snickered as she walked away. She had no idea how true Peter’s statement had been. We walked into our classroom when the bell rang. We had the same schedule, which was very convenient with our never-separate plan. Most students spent the whole class period staring at the clock. I did too, except in my mind I was forming a story about the clock stopping and all time freezing, leaving only Peter and I unfrozen. The day went by in a breeze, as it usually did. You might think that always making up stories might get old after a while. You’re very right.

To be continued...
© 2009

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

The Elegance of a Death Whisperer Part 1

Preface
She walked across the parking lot and whipped her black hair into the air. I rolled my eyes at all the guys lingering behind her like she had some kind of a magnet that attracted them to her. “Look Charles! The new girl’s finally here!” Sadie said. She laughed. “Seems like she’s already making friends,” she said, eying the cluster of boys following her. I scoffed. “More like acquaintances,” Addie said. She pointed her nose up into the air. Obviously she didn’t like the new boy magnet stealing all the boys away from their addiction to her freakishly blonde hair.
“Do you like her Charles?” Sadie asked. Addie laughed, “Oh please! Charles wouldn’t be interested in a girl if she was an unbelievably kind supermodel who had a huge crush on him and was also emo,” Addie said. I growled. “I’m not emo,” I said. “Yea you are,” Jason said.
“Shut up Jason. I’m not.”
“Dude, ya you are. Seriously just get over it no one really cares.”
“Um ya Jason some people do care,” Addie said. “Malibu did.”
“What are you trying to do, pour salt on the wound? Geez Addie sometimes you’re totally heartless,” Jason replied. “Nah, it doesn’t matter anymore. Malibu’s gone. She was kind of a brat anyway. Just change the subject,” Sadie said. I walked ahead of them and into the classroom. I went into the English room and sat down at my table. Cynthia came up and sat down too. “Isn’t it great that we get to sit together Charles?” Cynthia said sarcastically. I stared down at my desk, “Can’t you just leave him alone for one day Cynthia?” Sadie said as she walked by. Cynthia grinned at Sadie evilly, “Nope.” Sadie’s dark cheeks reddened. “You better watch it,” she said. Cynthia laughed, “Ooh I’m SO scared!” Sadie put up her fist, but I caught her at mid-punch. “Sit, Sades,” I said. Sadie narrowed her eyes and mouthed, “This isn’t over” to Cynthia, but she continued on and sat at her table. The new girl walked in and gave Mr. Frocks a yellow slip of paper. Mr. Frocks nodded and pointed to the seat next to me. The new girl started to walk over to my table, so I concentrated on the sheet I had to fill out. She sat next to me and smiled at Cynthia, “Hey, I’m Katie,” she said. I sucked in my breath, “You-your names Katie?” I asked. She looked at me, smiled, and then nodded. “Ya, that’s my name.” I sucked my breath in again. Malibu’s real name had been Katie. She just liked being called Malibu because that was where she was from, and she was proud of it. I had been too blind to realize how that was kind of majorly self-absorbed. “What’s your name?” Katie asked. “Did you know Katie means pure?” I asked her. She raised one of her eyebrows, “Um...ya I did. How did you know that?”
“I had a girlfriend named Katie once,” I said, looking back at my lab sheet. “Ah yes, Malibu’s real name was Katie wasn’t it? That little jerk was too proud of her rich hometown to let anyone actually call her that. Well, she didn’t deserve to be called pure anyway. She wasn’t,” Cynthia said. Katie looked at me again, “I’m sorry,” she said. I looked up, “For what? How do you know she did anything to me?” I said. “Because you weren’t depressed last year,” she said. “What?” I said. “I lived on your street last year, but then I went to stay with my dad for a while, and now I’m back,” she said. “I know that,” I said, “I meant what do you mean by that I’m depressed?”
“Well, you just seem kind of sad...”
“He’s emo Katie,” Cynthia said.
“No he’s not. He’s just sad,” Katie said. I looked up at her in disbelief. No one ever said I wasn’t emo. No one ever settled with me just being sad, being heart broken. They thought I had gotten over it. “No, trust me, he’s emo. He got over Malibu a long time ago,” Cynthia said. Katie looked at me and shook her head. “No he didn’t,” she said. I stared into her eyes, trying to figure her out. This girl was weird. Katie laughed, and I shot up an eyebrow. “What’s funny?” I asked. “You’re quick to judge,” she said. She winked and turned to Cynthia again to ask her about the school. I stared at her and wondered. What did she mean by that? Quick to judge? I never said anything out loud about her. And how did she know I wasn’t over Malibu? I looked down at my paper. The bell rang and Katie stood up. I looked at her outfit and realized she was wearing pajamas. “They’re sweats,” Katie said. I backed away from her towards Sadie. I turned to Sadie, “Hey,” I said. I turned my head and saw that Katie was gone. I walked into the hall with Sadie.
The rest of the day went by in a breeze. At the end of the day, I walked out of the school and into the forest to take the shortcut to my house. The light suddenly disappeared. A strange, musical hissing came out of the wind, seeming to call me toward it. The darkness started to overtake me. It was cold, and I was alone. I wanted someone near me, and this voice in the wind seemed to be what I needed. I walked forward following the noise deeper into the forest. I walked into a clearing, but still no sunlight shone down on me. The hissing circled me, and I realized that itwas coming from someone. Someone who was circling me so quickly that it seemed there was wind. Someone with hair so black it looked like it was dark because of their speed circling me. Someone who wanted me there, now. Someone who did not have good intentions for me. A death whisperer. Rumors of death whisperers had spread everywhere, but I had never believed them. I closed my eyes and curled into a ball on the grass, covering my ears. I had heard that doing this kept death whisperers from completing their task, from killing you. I opened my eyes slightly after a while and I saw a girl screaming and ripping trees out of the ground. Her voice was like honey, it poured out slowly and was very sweet and addictive. The darkness no longer overpowered me, and I realized that I had overpowered the death whisperer. This girl was the death whisperer. I had always thought that death whisperers were only male. I stared into the red yet milky colored eyes of the girl and realized that I recognized them. “Katie!” I breathed. The girl turned abruptly and grinned widely. Of course, she couldn’t understand me when she was in this state. She laughed loudly and beautifully, and I got up to run. I ran away from her, towards the light, but I found the darkness inching closer and closer to me, and her song was luring me to come back to her. I ran out of the forest and into the sunlight. She came to the forest’s edge and screamed, outraged by losing her prey. She dropped on all fours and ran away, her body shifting into a wolf-like creature that threw the forest back into darkness. I backed up quickly and tripped over a rock. I turned around and ran home. Katie...was a...death whisperer.
Katie
My mother got worried when she found me screaming at night. She got more worried when my eyes appeared to roll to the back of my head, but my eye-doctor said that my pupils had actually just changed color to the same shade as my eyes. She got even more worried when I started hissing at people and talking in a musical tone. She got even more worried than that when I started wanting to run everywhere, and when I started to be able to run so fast she didn’t see me leave. She got the most worried when she found me in wolf form laying on my bed. In fact, she got more than worried. She totally freaked out. She started screaming, “There’s a wolf in my house! My daughter got eaten by a wolf!” My natural instincts made me...whisper to her. You see, death whisperers only whisper to people in a mental state of pain. When we are in our natural form, we can’t control our instincts. I can’t believe what I am. What I have become. I am a monster. I am a murderer. I cannot control myself. I was not always like this.
Everyone gets their heart broken, but not everyone gets their heart broken by a death whisperer. If a death whisperer breaks your heart, you are in a mental state of pain. The state that death whisperers naturally must kill. When a death whisperer puts you in that state, your instincts turn against the state. Death whisperers are so beautiful, no one can blame them. So instead of blaming the death whisperer for putting them in that state, they blame the state for being in them. So their natural instincts turn them against the state, and they want to destroy it. Not just in themselves, but in everyone, everything. They want it to vanish. So their natural instincts take them over completely from time to time, and they whisper the feeling to death. Unfortunately, the person carrying the state cannot live without it. It is in their mind, and the mind cannot survive without it, so the mind must be killed too. Of course, without a mind, humans are nothing. So death whisperers become killers. We do not mean to be killers, in fact, we want to help. We want to rid the world of a feeling nobody wants. Unfortunately, no on can live without it. So now I am a monster. An unstoppable, (even by myself,) monster. Yes, I am unstoppable. Once my mind is set on killing the feeling inside someone, it does not stop until that feeling is dead. Charles would not live to tell the story of me, and I could not stop it.

Charles
The next day, I woke up to the sound of rain outside my windowsill. I got into my grey convertible and put the cover up. I drove to the school. I stopped at a stoplight and saw Katie sitting in a black Porsche with her windows down. The song “Apologize” was playing in her car. A shiver went up my spine as I remembered what had happened yesterday. I told myself repeatedly that it had been nothing but a dream, but somehow I knew that it hadn’t been. I pulled into the school parking lot and got out of my car. Katie got out of her car and everyone instantly stared. She had a puffy white faux jacket and expensive jeans on. She took her hood off and shook out her black hair. I turned from her and walked to my class. There was no doubting it, that girl was a death whisperer. The smell of blood and roses had been sent through the air when she whipped her hair. Her appearance was irresistible to human eyes, as death whisperers’ must be to help attract their prey. Her voice was milky and sweet. Her hair was black. I walked into the English room and sat down at my table. Katie walked in and sat next to me. Se shrugged off her jacket and hung it on the back of her chair. She was wearing a dark red tube top with two black roses in the left corner. She sure was an eyeful. “Hello Charles,” she said in her milky voice. I gulped and looked down at my paper. She frowned, “What’s wrong?” she inquired. Cynthia sat down just in time to hear Katie’s words. “Ah, Charles is just a negative guy. Always in a bad mood. Isn’t that right, Charles?” she said. I looked up at her and scowled, then turned my attention back to my paper. “My point exactly,” Cynthia said. Katie wasn’t satisfied. After class, she asked to talk to me. I shivered a little bit, and she pulled me over to an area between two buildings where no one could see us. I stood there and fear filled her eyes. They filled with tears and she looked away from me, “You saw me didn’t you?” she said, “I tried to kill you, didn’t I?” She broke into full on weeping, and I felt the urge to comfort her. “Yes...” I replied, “I saw you. And you did try to kill me.” She looked up at me and the fear in her eyes turned to anger. Suddenly, she disappeared. I looked off into the distance and saw her running away at lightning speed.

Katie
I ran into the distance. “I am a monster” I hissed to myself, “I am evil. I am a murderer. I am unstoppable. I am indestructible,” I went on, “I can’t stop myself. I can’t age. I can’t die. I can’t. I am. I can’t. I am a death whisperer. I can’t not kill him.” I came to a cliff and stopped at the edge. I dropped myself onto the grass of the cliff and stared at the clouds. I had to face the truth. I was a death whisperer, and that could not be changed. It didn’t matter how hard I tried, how far I ran, Charles would die. He would die...unless...unless I killed that emotion in him before my other self did. Suddenly, my mind was filled with nothing but Charles. I had tried other times to kill the emotion a different way, by pretending to be in love with my victim, but I could not pretend forever. Eventually, I had to leave those people. Then the emotion would return to them,and they would become death whisperers themselves. But now, as I considered trying to save Charles’ life, it was not hard to fill my mind with him. It was not hard to think of him as elegant, beautiful, kind...mine. It would not be hard to save him. It would not be hard to fall in love with him. In fact, as I lay there on the grass, I realized that I was. After all, I knew exactly how his mind worked. He was perfect for me...in a weird kind of way.
Charles
I stared after her. She seemed to challenge me. Her every movement was a challenge, as if she was saying to me, “Can you handle this? How about this?” Her eyes beckoned me to her. I shook my head and walked back onto the campus. She was made to be like that. I would not fall under the spell all of the others already had. I was not that easy to convince. Her song played over and over in my head the rest of the day. I stared at the clock as if it was keeping me from all my life’s desires. When school finally ended, I hurried out the doors and jumped into my convertible. I found myself driving off in the direction in which Katie had run. I didn’t know where I was going, but I put my foot on the pedal and accelerated. My car’s cover was down and the song “Viva la Vida” was playing on my radio. I drove for miles until I came to a cliff. I skidded and my car spun in circles. I got out of my car and found Katie laying on the grass. My legs seemed to move themselves as I walked over to her. My arms grabbed one of her hands and pulled her to my car. “What are you doing here? What are you doing with me?” she screamed. I pushed her into the car and slammed the door behind her. I backed away from the cliff and drove back in the direction of the school.
Katie
“Where are we going?” I asked. “I have no idea,” he said. “How did you find me?” I asked. “I have no idea,” he said again. “Why did you come after me?” I asked. “I...I don’t know,” he said. “What do you know?” I inquired. “I know that my foot is on the gas pedal and I didn’t put it there. I know that I just went and picked you up with absolutely no control of my body. I know that you are in my car now asking me questions I don’t know the answer to. And I know that I don’t know why I am telling you this,” he replied. “I asked,” I said. “Yes, but I didn’t reply. My body did. WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?!” he shrieked. I smiled and leaned against my seat. “You’re falling in love with me,” I said. He turned his head to me, “What?” he whispered. “When a person falls in love with a death whisperer, they can’t control themselves. Their instincts take over, and if the death whisperer loves the human back, then the two are inseparable,” I replied. He looked into my eyes, searching. “Do you love me?” he asked. I smiled, “I think so.”
Charles
“How can you tell if you are in love with a person?” she asked. “Well, apparently your instincts take over entirely and don’t let you control yourself AT ALL,” I said. She laughed, “Ok, so how does a NORMAL person know if they’re in love?” she asked. I sighed, “I...well...it’s usually in the eyes. Katie- er, Malibu, I fell in love with her when I saw her eyes. But I guess that particular relationship isn’t the best one to be running off of,” I said. She smiled, “How about rain? I heard that a lot of people fall in love in the rain,” she said. “Nah, that’s just what they tell you in cheesy romantic comedies,” I said. She laughed, “Ok, so scratch the rain. What else?” I couldn’t believe I was actually talking to a girl I was in love with (because obviously I was,) about figuring out whether or not you’re in love with a person. Normally, this would have been really awkward. But everything felt so...calm with her. Relaxing, like I had nothing to worry about. Like I didn’t need to practice asking her out because I knew the right words would come out at the right time and I knew she would say yes. It was the strangest feeling in the world. To be in love with someone who could kill you, and probably would, and feel more calm than I normally did.
Katie
I was in love with a human. A HUMAN! I couldn’t believe it. It was like a shark falling in love with a fish. I laughed, “You know, me falling in love with you is like a lion falling in love with a lamb.” I laughed again. “What?” he said. “Stephenie Meyer,” I said. “Oh. Right,” he replied. “Where are we going?” I asked. He squinted and looked at a sign up ahead. “Um... I don’t know...I can’t read the...sign...” he said, “It says Venice,” I said. He shot up his eyebrows, “VENICE? But we started in Orange County! That’s like over two hours!” he said. I laughed, “If you’re following the speed limit it is. But you’re going...about 120 miles an hour.”
“Agh! What?! 120! How am I going 120 miles an hour and not crashing?!”
“You’re forgetting who you’re in the car with.”
“What, can you control traffic or something?”
“Not exactly...”
“Then how am I not crashing?!”
“I’m kind of controlling the car with my mind. You’re not really doing anything except putting your foot on the pedal.”
“Oh. Wait...are you like telepathic or something?”
“Sort of...” I said. His eyebrows shot up, “Can you read my mind?” he asked. “Ya,” I replied. “Crud!” he yelled. I laughed, “It’s not that bad. Here, we should get home.” I turned the car with my mind and got us home within a matter of seconds. I got out of the car at the school parking lot. “That was the weirdest thing I have ever taken part in or witnessed in my entire life,” he said. I laughed, “See ya tomorrow,” I said. I walked over to my car and drove home.
Charles
I sat in my car with an astonished look on my face. I was in love. With a death whisperer. Who was telepathic, and who just took me on a 120 miles per hour drive to Venice from Orange County. Weird. Really, really weird. I put my hands on the steering wheel and turned the key in the ignition. I pulled out of the parking lot and drove over to Ruby’s. I parked in the parking lot and walked into the little restaurant. I sat down at the bar. Addie walked over to me and Sadie waved at me from the table she was taking orders for. “Hi!” Addie said. She smiled, “I love these waitress uniforms! I feel so old fashion!” I smiled, “You look ‘old-fashion’ too,” I said. Addie grinned widely, “Hey, somebody’s in a good mood! What happened?” I rolled my eyes, “I just went for a drive,” I said. “Oh? Where’d you go?”
“Uh...Venice?”
“WHAT? Nuh uh. School’s only been out for like an hour!”
“Ya well...would you believe that I was driving with the new girl and she was telepathically making me go 120 miles an hour?”
“Um...no.”
“Ya that’s what I thought.”
“But I might believe that part about you being with that new girl. She seems kind of obsessed with you.”
“What?”I asked. “Addie you’re needed at table 5!” Sadie’s sister called. “Ok boss! Coming!” Addie called. “I’ll talk to you in a minute. Just talk to Sadie for a minute,” Addie said. “Sadie! Come entertain Charles!” Addie called. Sadie roller skated over to me and smiled as Addie roller skated over to table 5. “Sup’ Charles? Isn’t it cool that there’s roller skates with these uniforms?” she said. I smiled, “Girls. You all think the same.” She frowned, “Huh?”
“Never mind. So how’s the job going?”
“Well, it would be nice if Jason wasn’t such a pig. Then we’d have a lot less to clean up. And less to serve. And the cook would have A LOT less to make,” she said. I laughed, “Nice. Jason is a pretty messy eater,” I admitted. “A pretty messy eater? He’s like the world’s messiest eater,” Sadie said. “I second that,” Addie said. I smiled as all the rest of the waiters, the cook, and the guy at the cash register agreed. “You guys are mean,” Jason said as he walked over to me. “What’s up Charles?”
“Not much. I was hanging out with the new girl,” I said. Jason whistled, “Whoa! Charles is actually makin’ moves!” he said. He punched me in the arm, “I was wondering when my boy would be back.” I rolled my eyes, “Dork,” I muttered. Sadie and Addie laughed. “Geez, what do you guys have against me?! Seriously!” Jason said. Sadie, Addie and I all laughed, and Jason punched me in the shoulder again.
Katie
“You’re in love with a human?!” my dad shrieked. Jamie popped her gum, “I don’t get what’s so bad about it. I’m human, you’re human, mom’s human. So what if she falls in love with a human?” My dad rolled his eyes, “Stay out of this Jamie,” he said. “Why should I? She’s my sister,” she said. Jamie was fourteen. Of course, at that age, she thought she knew everything. She was gorgeous, she had a boyfriend, she had straight A’s in school, she had all brand name clothes, and she had an older sister that was a death whisperer. Of course, she didn’t care about that part. She was perfectly fine with having a freakishly gorgeous sister who had a freakishly good voice, did freakishly well in school, and was telepathic. In fact, a lot of times she tried to use me in her advantage. Being stuck at seventeen was perfectly fine with her. One time she said that once she was seventeen, she was going to make me bring her to some male death whisperer and then force him to break her heart so that she could become a death whisperer too. I slapped her when she said that, but she didn’t give up. “Jamie, you should stay out of this,” I said, “I appreciate you standing up for me, but I think this is between dad and me,” I said. Jamie scoffed, “Whatever.” She turned back to the television and started flipping the channels again. “Dad, I’m in love with him, and there’s nothing that you or I can do about it. Besides, it’s not like me being in love with him will effect anything. In fact, I’m kind of saving his life by falling in love with him,” I said. My dad rubbed his temples and walked back up the staircase muttering, “Be in a good mood, be in a good mood, be in a good mood...”
Charles
I walked out of the diner with Addie, Sadie, Jason, and Sadie’s sister at 9:30. “Party at my place!” Addie said. I smiled, “I’m in,” I said. Everyone cheered. “Par-tay!” Sadie and Addie yelled. I got in my car and everyone else got in Sadie’s sister’s. We drove to Addie’s house, and Sadie’s sister dropped them off and sped away. By the time we got in the house, the whole place was filled, “Well Addie, you sure know how to dial quickly!” Jason said, eyeing the cell phone Addie was using to invite people. We went over to the speakers and Addie put in her ipod. She put on the song “Hot ‘N Cold” and Jason and I went over to couch while the girls danced. Jason laughed and I smiled, “Addie has a lot of friends,” he said. I smiled, “How much you wanna bet she doesn’t know half the people in this room?” I asked. Jason put his hands up, “Oh no! I’m not blowing off my money.” I laughed. Addie walked up to us and grabbed Jason off the couch and they started dancing. Sadie walked over to me and smiled. She waved her phone in front of my face. “I’m calling the new girl!” she yelled over the music. “You suck!” I yelled back. She laughed and plugged one of her ears so she could talk into the phone. She frowned. “Ok. Ok. No problem. Thanks. See ya tomorrow,” she said. “She can’t come.” she yelled as she closed her phone. She shrugged, “Oh well, maybe next time.”
Katie
I hung up my phone and ran out to my car. I drove straight over to Addie’s house, but I kept my distance. I was sure to go into my other stage as soon as I walked into that dimly lit house, and there were probably a lot of broken-hearted people in their. Why else would they go to a last minute party on a school night in some girl’s house that most of them probably didn’t know? I couldn’t chance it. I looked into the window from across the street and saw Charles sitting on the couch. Some girl walked up and sat next to him, and it looked like she was trying to flirt, but Charles got up and walked into Addie’s kitchen. I smiled and drove back home. I walked into my room and sat on the floor. I put the song “Bella’s Lullaby” on my ipod. I opened my window and cold air flowed in. I jumped out of my window and ran through the trees to a highway. I ran from there to a little mall, and then I walked up to Ruby’s. The doors were locked and the ‘Closed’ sign was flickering. I walked up to the restaurant and climbed up the wall. I summer-salted from the wall to the roof. I ran on the roof and jumped to a tree nearby. I leaped from the tree to the roof of Macy’s. I stared into the store through the skylight. The cold wind bit at my skin. I shoved open the skylight and jumped into the mall. It was early December, and giant fake ornaments were hanging from the roof. I stood on the railing of the third floor and jumped onto one of the ornaments. I swung from ornament to ornament. Then I dropped to the first escalator and slid down the siding. Eventually, I grew bored of the mall and I jumped back onto the roof. From there, I jumped to a tree and then back to the floor. Most people would probably have a heart attack if they even tried any of what I just did. I was quite used to it.
Charles
The next day, I drove to school with a smile on my face. I drove to school just in time to see Jason get in a fight with someone. Katie was trying to pull the huge boy off of Jason. “Stop! Simon stop!” she yelled. Her long black hair was frizzy and sticking out. “STOP SIMON!” she screamed louder. She grabbed the boy’s waste and ripped him off of Jason. “Jason!” I yelled. Addie pulled into the parking lot and ran over to Jason. Her eyes filled with tears, “What’s your frickin’ problem?!” she screamed at the boy. I rushed to Jason’s side and saw blood running down his cheek. “What happened?” I asked Katie. Katie’s eyes were filling with tears. “This is my brother, Simon. Oh I’m so sorry! I told him to stop! I-” she said, “It’s ok Katie. I just want to know how this started,” I said. Katie burst into tears. “Your little friend here was threatening my sister-” Simon started, “He was kidding Simon!” Katie burst out. Simon growled at Jason, “You have a bad sense of humor. You better watch it pretty boy,” Simon said to Jason. Jason cringed, “Man, I was just kid- I won’t say anything again,” he said backing up on the ground. Simon growled loudly at him. “You better not,” he said. “What did he even say?” I asked Katie. “He said that the last girl you were with doesn’t live here anymore,” she said. Simon turned to me abruptly, “You’re the one?!” he screamed at me. “Umm...” I started. Simon started to lunge at me, but Katie stopped him, “Simon! He didn’t threaten me!” she yelled. “Actually, it’s true, my last girlfriend doesn’t live here anymore. But that’s because she chose Malibu over me and she moved there and started dating some actor,” I said. “I’m sorry,” Katie whispered. Simon grabbed Katie’s backpack, swung it over his shoulder, and grabbed Katie’s arm. He pulled her over to the English room. I walked in after them and sat at my seat. Simon pushed Katie delicately onto her chair and kissed her on the top of her head. She smiled at him and he smiled back. Then he walked out of the room, his hugeness being covered momentarily by his elegance. “Who was THAT?!” Cynthia breathed, “He’s hot!” Katie laughed, “That’s my brother,” she said. “Ah, so beauty runs in the family,” Cynthia said. Katie laughed, “Yea, I guess you could say that.”
Katie
I walked out to the parking lot with Charles after school. “Why is Simon so overly-protective of you?” he asked. “He’s not really my brother. Have I ever told you how a death whisperer becomes a death whisperer?” I said. “No, you haven’t,” he replied. “Ok, well, what happens is a death whisperer falls in love or pretends to be in love with a human, and then falls out of love or stops pretending, and the human’s heart is broken. Because the death whisperer is the one who broke their heart, they become a death whisperer. I...accidentally created Simon. Once a death whisperer sets its mind on killing someone, or rather the feeling inside someone, they are unstoppable. So I tried to get rid of the feeling inside him myself by pretending to be in love with him, so that I wouldn’t have to kill him. Eventually though, I had to stop pretending. And when I did, his heart broke. And he became a death whisperer. He moved in with my family and I, and he was still in love with me. Nowadays, he’s not in love with me anymore. He loves me, but he’s not IN love with me. I’m like a sister to him. So we tell people that he’s my brother, because people would probably be suspicious as to why he lived with me otherwise,” I said. “Whoa. Simon’s a death whisperer?” Charles asked, sounding astonished. I laughed, “Yea, strange to consider, right? Some huge guy running around you in circles and singing to you,” I laughed again. Simon walked up to us and scooped me up into his arms. “Time to go!” he said cheerfully. He messed up Charles’ hair and said, “See ya later dude. You better take care of my sister.” Then he looked around to make sure nobody was watching and he ran with me in his arms through the forest to our house. I sighed, “You know I can walk by myself,” I said. “Yea, but what better time to make a guy jealous than right after you told him the guy who kissed your head in class isn’t related to you?” he said with a laugh. “Jerk,” I muttered. He smiled, “Jerk’s my middle name,” he said. I laughed, “And human or not, Simon’s your first.”
Charles
I watched as Simon and Katie disappeared into the distance. Sadie skipped over to me with a big smile on her face. “I’m going to work. See you later!” she said. The school emptied, and I found that everyone had huge smiles on their faces. Jason and Addie walked out of the school holding hands and smiling. Confused by all the smiles, (especially Jason’s, since he had been punched very recently,) I got into my car and headed for home. It started to rain, but I didn’t put my cover on. I heard a strange screaming noise, and I followed it. The clouds were gray, and the rain was cold on my skin. I heard the screaming again, closer now, and I put my foot on the gas pedal to go faster. The noise got closer and closer. The road was completely empty except for me. I saw a girl laying on the road up ahead of me. I pulled over and jumped out of my car. The screaming was coming from the girl, and she was shivering. She was covered in blood. I scooped her up in my arms and brought her over to my car. I put her in the seat next to me and buckled her seatbelt. I put up the cover and drove to my house. No one was home, so I brought the girl to the living room and put her down on the couch. She started moaning, and more blood came out of her. I grabbed my phone and the first aid kit and rushed to her side. I dialed Addie’s phone number and started to dab the girl’s wounds with water to clean them out. “Addie! You need to get here quickly! I found this girl on the road, and she’s bleeding badly! Come quickly!” I said. “I’m on my way!” she replied. I closed my phone and took out the rubbing alcohol. Addie, Sadie, and Jason came a few minutes later, and Addie and Sadie helped me tend to the little girl while Jason started a fire. “Should we call the ambulance?” Addie asked. “I’m going to call someone who I think might be more effective,” Sadie said, and she took out her phone. “Katie? Hi, it’s Sadie. We’ve got a little emergency over at Charles’ place, and we need your help,” she said into the phone. “How is Katie more effective than the ambulance?” Addie muttered. “Katie’s little sister went missing yesterday, and I’m pretty sure this girl looks exactly like the way Katie described her,” Sadie said. Addie gasped, and Katie slammed open the front door. “Jamie!” she screamed. She ran over to the girl and scooped her up into her arms as if she weighed nothing. “Katie” the girl said. “Yes, yes I’m here now Jamie. It’s gonna be ok,” Katie said. “It was so dark...and the singing...so dark...” Jamie said. Katie hissed loudly and hugged the girl closely to her waste. “Jamie no. No...it wasn’t...I won’t let them get you Jamie. I won’t let them get you...” she murmured. She hugged Jamie closely to her chest and started patching up her wounds with her open hand. “Thank you Charles. Thank you Sadie, Addie, Jason. Thank you for helping my sister,” Katie said while fighting back tears. “So dark...” Jamie murmured over and over. “I have to go now. Thank you for all your help,” Katie said, and with that, she picked up Jamie in her arms and left. Katie
I ran through the forest with Jamie in my arms. She repeated the words, “So dark...” over and over. Tears were filling my eyes, but I wouldn’t let them fall. What could I do? A death whisperer had gotten to my sister, and it would not stop until she was dead. The only way I could save her was to make her fall in love with someone who wouldn’t break her heart, and I was no matchmaker. “Jamie!” Simon screamed as I ran up. He took her from my arms and brought her inside. He lay her down in front of the fireplace to warm her up. “What happened?” Simon asked me. “A death whisperer got to her, but she got out of the forest before it completely finished its task. Then Charles found her and brought her to his house. Sadie called me, and I saw Jamie’s image in her mind, so I ran over to the house. Oh Simon, what are we going to do?” I asked through tears. Simon hugged me with his open arm. “We can’t bring her to the hospital, the wounds she has couldn’t be made from just tripping-” he started, “I meant what are we going to do about the death whisperer?! Whoever it was, it won’t stop until she’s dead!” I almost yelled. “So dark...” Jamie said again. I broke into full on weeping, and Simon said, “We’re gonna have to become matchmakers...”

To be continued...

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