Fantasy-Medium/high: Vampires, etc.
♦Chapter 1: First day back♦
It was the first day back to school. The summer vacation had been long, and agonizing. I walked up the sidewalk reluctantly. The school came into view, and I grimaced. River Time high school. I looked at the cheerleaders on the campus, doing a routine. I saw the jocks tossing around a football. I scanned over the entire thing, even looking deep into the woods. Then I saw a boy sitting on the bench. I sort of remembered seeing him in a few classes of mine last year. This year we were sophomores.
I walked over to the bench, and sat next to the boy. He was playing his guitar. It sounded wonderful. I soon then said, “You play really well.” He looked up at me, and gave into a slight smile. I returned a bigger smile. It had been the first time in a while, that I smiled. “My name is Auralia. I remember you from a few classes last year. But I seem to have forgotten your name.” the boy smiled, and looked at the ground. A small breeze blew, making his dirty blonde hair get blown to the side a bit. It was somewhat long, and a bit spiky. He looked back at me, his hazel eyes shining in the sunlight. He then said, “My name is Alex. Nice to meet you, Auralia.” He gave into a smile.
Then the bell rang. I got up, and started walking toward the school. A bunch of people rushed inside. A summer like breeze blew my hair to the side. My dark brown hair shined in the light. “See yah later, Alex.” And with that I walked into the school. I headed to my locker, then. I did the combination into the lock, and opened up my locker, grabbing only my necessary books. I then headed off to my first period class of the day. History. Oh how I despised that class, but, I did well in it, making it a pretty good subject for me. I looked down at my schedule, memorizing my entire day.
I then walked into the class, taking a seat in the farthest corner possible. I looked out the window. I remembered the first time I came to this school, getting a message on the answering machine. I remembered that this was a school for the more “special” people, like me. I was a vampire. I secretly smiled to myself, and then I heard someone walk into the room. I saw who it was. It was Alex. He came over and sat by me. “Hi Alex.” I said quietly. “Hello Auralia.” He replied. Just then, the teacher walked in. I looked at him. Then I looked back at Alex. He had the prettiest eyes I’d ever seen, and he was nice. His skin was pale, against his dirty blonde hair. He looked so fake, so plastic. He looked somewhat like me. I once looked in a mirror, before I was bitten, noticing my tan skin, my dark brown hair, my blue eyes. That was all changed now. I was now pale. I was a blood-thirsty monster. I hunted animals.
Then the teacher started to write on the board, his name. “Okay class. My name is Mr. Holloway. I will be your history teacher for your 10th grade year. Today we are learning about the slave trade!” most people let out a groan of disapproval. I didn’t really care. I’d learned about the slave trade multiple times. I listened intently to the teacher, and I took all of the information in. By the end of class, I was ready for the next. The bell rang, and I gathered up my books, got up and out of my seat, and caught up with Alex.
“Hey, what class do you have next?” I said, walking beside him, the lights shining upon my eyes. He looked over at me and said, “Art. And you?” I smiled, showing my fangs, and said, “Me, too.” Just then he noticed my fangs, and then smiled, showing his. “You have fangs, too?” he asked. I replied with, “Yeah, I’m a vampire.” He smiled, and then said, “So am I.”
I then entered the art room, taking a seat near a wall, in the back. Alex sat across from me, and I smiled, looking at his eyes. Then the teacher walked in. She said, “Welcome class. My name is Mrs. Blair. Today we will be drawing a picture, to get the year started.” Just then I got that certain twinkle in my eye, like I do every time I get happy. I loved drawing, and was really good at it; therefore, I would do well. The teacher started passing out paper, and as soon as I received my paper, I grabbed my pencil and started to draw. I was drawing a picture of a person, a girl, in a dress. She was holding a black rose, a tear streaming down her face. The dress had a rather large bow on the back, and it was a grey dress. My picture didn’t consist of any colour.
I looked up at Alex’s picture, which was coming along in progress. He looked like he was drawing a dragon slayer. The dragon was gorgeous. By the end of class, his picture, and my picture was all gray-scale. I stood up, and gave my picture to the teacher. Alex did the same thing. She looked them over quite well, until she called the class’ attention. They all looked up at the teacher, and she then said, “This is what I look for. You shall use these pictures as your inspiration.” She smiled at Alex, and I. We then sat back down.
About five minutes later, the bell rang. I got up, and headed for gym class. Alex went in a different direction, flashing me a subtle smile before leaving. I returned a smile. Then I went to gym class, changing into my gym uniform. It had our school mascot on the shirt, and a pair of shorts. All boy’s and girl’s gym classes wore the same uniform. I headed up the stairs after changing, from the gym locker room. Then the rest of the girls came upstairs. Today we were playing volleyball. I had to start the game. They made me serve quite often, being that I was really good at it. It was half and hour into gym, and then someone else served the ball. It flew right under the net and hit me in the stomach. I fell to the floor. I hit my head pretty hard, because the next thing I knew, I couldn’t see nor could I hear.
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