I've had this idea in my head for a while; I might as well voice it. This is not Max, it's Melinda, an average girl, or is she?
What am I? (Chapter 1)
I was flying, in the air, but not in a plane, or a stupid silly jet. I had wings, and I was flying. No, soaring.
When suddenly, I couldn't breathe, this detail brought me back to reality.
"Burns, wake up or you're getting detention." Coach Boyd's familiar voice finally got to the roots of my brain. "Yes Coach Boyd, sorry."
I was in Athletics, but there was nothing athletic about today. We are studying about all the calories, and the 'DON'T HAVE SEX' rule. I fell asleep in the first five minutes.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not a slut, just I know all this stuff, I'm not a pervert, just know.
"Now, this is the head…" The rest of what he said I will never know, because I blocked him out.
Now, welcome to my average, ordinary, boring life. I'm Melinda Burns, official geek who, on accident, of course, got stuck in jock central (athletics). I have pale brown hair and death-white skin. I have a fare face, and, the most unusual thing about me, maroon irises.
My classmates say that I'm a vampire; they think that the death-white skin and the maroon eyes have to do with sucking blood. I have to admit, it is kind of weird, it's California, the valley of the sun, and I don't have a single sign of ever even being near a light bulb. But I'm not a vampire, I'm just me.
I go through the rest of the school day, just as silent as I always have been. Then I go home, have dinner, and finish any un-did homework, then sleep.
I'm in bed, wrapped in warm, toasty blankets.
I am flying again.
What is it with this dream?
Suddenly, something is over my mouth, I realize it's a hand and freak out silently in my head.
"Melinda, listen closely. I am Dr. Litchi, and I'm here to give you something you should be blessed with." He pulls out from his lab coat a needle.
"Nymph" It was supposed to be a 'No!!!!!' but it was muffled by the intruder's hand.
"Now, this won't hurt a bit." He said as he pulled up my pajama shirt and jabbed the needle into my stomach. He lied, it hurt like hell.
It felt like my spinal cord was trying to jump out my back, when I smelled blood I blacked out.
Don't worry, I won't have writer's block until the fourth chap. Which is good for me.
