An idea that came today when I got my flu shot.
Summery: Christina is diabetic and takes insulin daily. What happens when one of her syringes in replaced with an identical one filled with vampire venom? Who did this to her and why? And what do the Cullens have to do with any of this? This is the story of Chris Cullen.
I woke up and could tell before I even opened my eyes that was raining. Of course it was raining. It always rained in Seattle. I wasn't complaining. I didn't complain when we moved to California or Ohio or Texas or even Alaska and I'm not going to complain now.
This is the wonderful delightful part of being a navy brat. You live every where by the time you start high school. Tomorrow I was starting my sixth school; Seattle Memorial School.
Today I had to pick up my weekly supply of insulin and a new set of test strips. I am type one diabetic and it is a pain in the butt. All those daily needles and blood testing are manageable but the absolute strict diet is like a constant thorn in my paw.
This is why I swim. When I do something that requires high amounts of physical activity I can be a little more loose with my diet because where swimming burns so many calories and so much sugar.
I went down to the kitchen to find my dad sitting at the table. My younger sister Dawn was sitting by the TV, not paying attention to the bowl or the spoon in her hand.
"Morning Chris, any plans today?" dad asked, his tone was curious.
"Yes, I have to get my insulin which means I need your military card," I explained, holding my hand out. My dad being in the military means whatever medical expenses that might come up are covered. This is a blessing because on an ordinary budget, diabetes is expensive.
He smiled and handed his card over to me. Then he handed me his platinum credit card.
"I need you to pick up you and your sisters school uniforms. They are in the schools main office. The school is…"
"Just down the street from the drug store which is two blocks from Dr. Morris…. Or have any of these paces moved since yesterday when you pointed them out to me for the second time yesterday," I finished for him.
He laughed and chuckled. "I'm sorry, I just worry about you," he said, now running his hands through my short brown hair.
My dad went to work after he ate and left me with Dawn. Dawn was cheerfully telling me about how excited she was to be starting the sixth grade.
She followed me to the drug store.
The drug store was very small. There were three isles in the middle of the store and small pharmacy in the back.
"Did you know that in sixth grade we get lockers?" Dawn said cheerfully as we approached the pharmacist.
"Yeah, no more cubby holes for you. Just a second Dawny," I said turning to face the pharmacist.
"Prescription for Christina M Morris," I said, smiling. Dawn had floated to the front of the store and was looking at the magazine wrack. She liked to look at them in the store but would never buy them. Too expensive.
"Insulin and test strips? You know how to use these, right?" she asked, I could see she clearly did not want to give me a demonstration but it's her job to ask.
I gave her my best smile and shook my head. I showed her my dads card and took the paper bag from her.
I turned around to go back to meet Dawn when I walked into an ice cold brick wall. It took me a second to realize, there was no wall there before.
There was a boy who went down to the ground with me. He picked up my bag and hand it to me. He was standing extremely stiff, like he was in pain.
"I'm sorry, are you okay?" he said, his voice was tight, like he was upset. He had silky smooth dark blond hair and extremely pale white skin. He was wearing dark sun glasses that almost reflected red for some reason.
"It's okay, it's my fault. I wasn't paying attention," I said softly. I was about to walk away when I felt an ice cold hand stop me.
"You dropped this," he said holding out one of my insulin filled syringes. I took it from him and put it in my bag.
"I'm Riley," he said, his voice, though stiff was oddly musical.
"Christina but everyone calls me Chris," I said, blushing a little bit.
I noticed Riley stiffen a little bit, like he was suddenly in pain. But, I remembered we were in a drug store and he was probably here for medication too.
"Okay Dawn, let's go. Will I see you around? I'm starting Seattle Memorial?" I asked as Dawn scurried to my side. She eyed Riley with a strange expression of distrust.
"I'm sure I will see you around soon," he said and then turned around and walked out of the drug store empty handed.
Okay, what do you think? And where should she give herself the lethal injection? Cullens will come in within the next couple chapters.