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Vampire confessions? or shock?
I thought it was silly. I thought that they were lying when they said that they had a help group.
But still, Ive come along. Im sitting on a chair, and have noticed that I am the youngest person in this room.
Im 17. So young. I can see the older people around me, looking me up and down and I know that they are thinking about how young I am.
Its my turn to stand up. I rise shakily from my chair and cough nervously.
Well um Hi, my names Kathy. I thought this was kind of funny really. A Vampire help group hahahaha well, Im a new vampire.
I mean, of course I am. Look at how edgy I look.
Everyone around me smiles nicely and chuckles.
Ive already started looking at my life, and how Im going to do things now that I am like this.
Ive always enjoyed reading vampire novels, and Ive considered taking a few ideas from them.
Like how to eat; how to stay hidden, and how to be, mind wise. How to act a
high school for me
i met Isaac when i was in highschool. i was a year 8 and he was a year 7 and we became close friends instantly.
Isaac was a normal boy. well, with acceptions. he was more flamboyant than the other boys and he had a better sense of style, but he was normal all the same.
as time past and things began to change, so did we. his self style changed. he had always been a good looking kid. handsome, yet feminine.
i never thought that i would get closer to him. but i did. when i was in year 9 we began dating. everything was great. he was kind, caring, loving and kissing was never a problem. but somehow something was bothering him. i remember how i looked into those bright blue eyes and saw...loss. like a part of him was missing.
it was aproaching the middle of the year. he and i hadnt been spending much time together, which scared me. we still saw each other once to two times a week, but we didnt see each other during lunchtimed at school. we finally made plans and met up on weekends, and that
Do they care?do my friends really care for me as i care for them?
if i were to dissapear would they miss me, like i would miss them?
can they live without me? for i couldnt live without them.
i've been their shoulders and wiped their tears.
i've listened to them rage and rant.
i've been what cheers them up when they are down.
But would they do the same for me?
Would the let me cry on their shoulders?
Would they listen to my rants and rage?
But they do cheer me up when i am down though.
Do they believe that if i am upset, the entire balance of our friendship scales will be tipped?
is this their way of showing that they love me?
i cry sometimes, those thoughts running through my head.
I wish i could ask them.
i really do.
but they are not serious enough to answer such serious questions.
so my thoughts will have to wonder, never answered.
New Face by Alice Walker
i have learned not to worry about love;
but to honor it's coming
with all my heart.
To examine the dark mysteries of the blood
with headless heed and swirl,
to know the rush of feelings
swift and flowing
The source appears to be
some inexhaustible spring
within out twin and triple selves;
The new face i turn up to you
no one else on earth
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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