Hello! I am a huge vampire fan and this is my first time writning one. Read and review.
" Hey."
Poke." Hey."
Poke." Wake up."
" Lemme 'lone," I hissed and swatted the hands away. Mom chuckled above me.
" Come on, it's almost time for school." She said briskly." You wouldn't want to be late."
" Yeah, I sure wouldn't want that.' I mumbled and got up and blinked against the white blinding light. I dragged my blanket half with me as I went to the bathroom and stumbled into the showers. The ice cold water woke me up and it tortured me to staying awake. I was shivering by the time I was at the breakfast table. Go figure, Ruby was already there, a stack of toast piled high on her plate. She turned and smiled politely because my parents were in the room. My little siblings were in their room. My big brother had already left for college.
" Good morning, sleeping beauty." Ruby jokes.
" I know I'm not," I said and sat down. In a way, Ruby is family. But in reality, she's my friend at Ashwood High. Really smart, too.
" Whoa! We're gonna be late." She exclaimed , looking at her watch.
" You better get going then," Mom said and smiled warmly. Dad said nothing, merely ruffled his newspaper and sipped his coffee like he does everyday. It hurt me to think that he really doesn't care about me. But then Ruby was tugging at my sleeve and we were on the gravel sidewalk.
" Geez, Ruby. We're still thirty minutes ahead of time.' I said with exaggerated patience.
" Yeah, I know," She said brightly. I looked at her sideways, brushing hair away from my face in order to do so.
" And why, then, are we gonna be going to school this early?" I asked.
" Alyssa, really, I thought that you of all people would want to go to school early so you don't have to hear the big commotion because of what day it is," She said brightly.
" Oh, yeah," I made a face," Valentine's Day. Ugh. Camilla is going to be torture today." I muttered.
" That's not the worse part," She told me.
" And what could be worse then that?" I demanded. We reached her blue Lexus by then. I got in on the passenger seat and put my purse by my feet. Ashwood Valley was the most depressing town to live in. Right in between the four other states and covered by valleys and mountains, this little town was isolated from the rest of the world. Okay, so the town wasn't so bad. Big houses and okay income. Most of the town was still wilderness and the size was okay, the size of a small big town city. But nothing interesting ever happened here. It was just so...dead. We passed a cemetery on our way to school. Even the graveyard was beginning to lively again. Valentine's day. My personal hell.
" The worst part is the new student coming in," She told me," He's a junior like us."
" So?" I demanded.
" He has two other brothers, Alyssa. They are the Sterlings. You know...Alex and Trevor Sterling?" I groaned. Now I knew why she was telling me this. Ruby knew me better then I knew myself. I didn't really hate the Sterlings but they were just a little too popular for me to make a clear judgement on. Having a third school heart throb and on Valentine's Day almost made me sick to my stomach. Oh..Camilla was gonna be unbearable.
"Why didn't you tell me yesterday? I could have ditched already.' I hissed. Her delicate shoulders rose and fell. Her blond hair was tied in a ponytail, sleeked back and bangs covering her forehead. From the distance, you might think that she was one of Those Girls.
" Because I would get bored," She told me.
" That's not an excuse," I told her. Her shoulders rose and fell again. I rolled my head towards the window plane and pressed my forehead lightly to the window frame. How did I get stuck up in all of this? Really, who was I? I was nobody. I was just another person.
I was Alyssa Thornton. Just another of the four hundred girls who attended the school. No body special really. Long dark red hair, grey eyes so dark they were almost black and the ability to be invisible. Not literally of course. But everybody ignored me just the same. That was one of the only things I was comfortable with. When I saw they wrong iron gate and the front door of high school, my stomach twisted up like a thousand knives.
" I really want to go home," I gasped. Ruby turned to look at me, a small smile tugging on her lips.
" Don't be such a baby," She told me.
I crossed my hands stubbornly, set on staying there the entire day. Then, I gave up and got up.
" See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" Ruby asked. I ignored that comment and went in the school. The highways were empty almost. We were too early. I as one of the first ones in the room. Ruby gave a grimace as she went to her first class-three classrooms from me. I had nothing left to do except stare emptily out the window.
From the beginning, who was I? Nobody special, not even average. My father was the director of this computer factory. My mother was a nurse at a nearby hospital. They'd grown up in this town and when they met at the age of eighteen, they fell in love. I flipped open my notebook and began to doodle. I dotted an 'i'so furiously, I punctured the paper. I sighed and flipped to a new page.
Anyway, I had two younger siblings. One was Annie, who was just turning six and her twin brother, Phil. They were both red-heads. But their red hair could have passed for blond. Not fair. My older brother, Mark, was studying on a major that he wanted to graduate in on. He was working on his Bachelor's Degree. I was just the middle child. No body special. And the reason that I hated Valentine's Day so much was because of all of its useless meanings. My hand traced a shape around the paper. I looked aimlessly out the window.
Then, after a few minutes I looked back at my drawing. It was rough around the edges but the shape was recognizable. A rose. A single long stemmed rose with a line going through it as a symbol of flowing. Roses were m favorite flowers ever because the pattern intrigued me.
At that momet, there was a loud squeal from outside. I looked out again. A Mercedes was parked outside of the school. Two boys came out of it. Both of them had dark brown hair, one slightly longer then the other. One of them, Alex, had hard topaz eyes and strong cheek lines. His brother Trevor had gem green eyes that focused on something so startling quick, you felt like he was Just a little too perfect to be human. Both dreamy. Both...not my type. I wasn't their type either. I wasn't any body's type. I was just..there.
Another man got out of the car. This was definitely their brother. His hair was more light then theirs was, inching towards light brown. From what I could see, his eyelashes drooped his eyes down, his eyes a very light grey. He was stronly build, arms tucked in his pockets. So this was their new brother? I was about to turn away but one more thing caught my eye. There was somebody else in the car. Somebody that I couldn't see but I was white hair. Thinking that it was their grandfather, I turned away.I closed my notebook just as the first of many other classmates came in. The popular girls came in right on cue.
Camilla lead them in. Okay, backtracking, Camilla's not the dumb person I make her out to be. She has long black hair, deep hazel eyes and a full, almost pouting set of lips. Her seat was at the front, near the teacher and her two friends sat on either side of her. Impossibly beautiful. I opened my notebook again and began to add a few things to my drawings, just a few tweaks every now and then.
A line here, a curve there, until I'd draw a slender hand holding up the single rose. But the hand looked so weird just by itself. Dissatisfied, I bent over my paper again, sketching the rough outline of a human face. I wasn't the best drawer ever but I was decent. I drew high cheekbones, soft molding mouth, a few stray pieces of hair on the forehead. I frowned, chewing on my lip, trying to force my brain to work. I picked up my pencil and sketched the eyes, wide trustworthy eyes and shades them lightly, wide curly lashes and brushed her cheeks as she looked down. Long pieces of light hair fell around her shoulders that was all I could fit into my drawing, and added a few lines inside of the hair, giving it a more realistic touch.
There was sudden silence in the room and I hastily covered up my paper and looked up. Of course, it was the Sterlings. All three of them. They all had this class with me. Add that to why I hate this class. My teacher, an old thinning man with a habit to shout whenver he spoke angrily was another reason I hated this school.
Alex sat behind Camilla, Trent sitting in the very shadows of the room. Their brother, the one whith the grey eyes, looked around the class and sat down.
" Uh..class that was Ian Sterling," Mr. Snow said in his feeble voice. We had a few more minutes before the bell rang and I didn't know anybody here so I opened my notebook again. The shape of the girl was too obvious. You could tell I wasn't the best drawer there was. I added a few more curves, letting thick strands of hair fall over her shoulders, stick to her face and tumble around her neck. The rest I pinned back. I rubbed my eyes incospiously and rested my head on my desk. Annie had a terrible cough at night and I had to take care of her. Mom had been working late at the office and dad was asleep and didn't like to be woken up. I'd stayed with her until midnight, gave her some medicene and tried to go back to sleep. When that didn't work, I took three pills of Tylenol and fell asleep until Mom woke me up a few hours later.
Anyway, I guess that I had blanked out for a while because I felt a poke at my back. My hair fell in my eyes and I brushed it away. The girl sitting behind me was nice, I'd only talked to her a few times before.
" Yes, Tia?' I asked, rubbing my eyes again.
" You dropped you notebook,' She said politely and pointed to the ground where it had fallen...six feet away from my desk. How on earth had that happened?
" Yeah, okay. Thanks,' I said and got up to get it. I bent and picked it up. Curiously, I looked to see what page it had opened on. It was the picture of a boy that I had drawn a couple of weeks ago, when Ruby had been dumped her her old boyfriend. The boy in the picture was one of my best pieces, only because the lines were so light, you couldn't see where I made all of those mistakes.
I idly flipped my hair over my shoulder and stood up. I looked up casually to see who was sitting here me. It was Ian, his face cool and impassive, a little bit too inhumanly breathtaking. I shook myself out of my transe and sat back down, clutching the notebook tightly. I felt cold sivers on m neck but I couldn't explain why.
Camilla said something to Alex and he answered back quickly, his perfect lips bearly moving.
" You're a really good drawer," Tia said from behind me.
" Mm? Oh, thanks but I'm not really that...good...," I fumbled slightly on my words because I wasn't use to accepting compliments." But thanks," I added quickly as hurt flashed in her eyes.
' Really, you are good. Are you in art class?" She asked.
" Um...no. I had to get rid of a subject so that I have enough time to get home quicker. My parents arranged it," I said uncomfortably.
" Really, why?' Tia asked.
" Um...mom's usually busy and dad can't get Annie and Phil so I have to..,"
" I get it,' She said smiling," You have to be a big sister."
" Yeah,' I said after a brief hesitation." That's right."
I wish that I didn't have to lie to her but I had to. Nobody knew, not even Ruby could know. I turned back to my drawing, the back of my neck surprisingly hot. I sighed and put my head down, burying m head in my arms. I was really having a major headache, not the type that you use to get out of lass, but a real one.
I was never staying up that late again. There was a faint buzzing in my pocket. A vibrating. Oh, no. But class hadn't started yet. I still could get it.
" Hello?" I talked barely over a whisper, and even that sounded abnormally loud.
" Yes, is this Alyssa Thornton?" The voice was unfamiliar, a woman's voice but deep and rich vibrato.
" m...yes," I said, my heart pumping rather fast,' And who is this?"
' This is Nurse Wither. I have your little sister here. She has to go home and there's nobody to take her home. I can't let her go home unless somebody picks her up."
" Oh..," I bit my lip," D-Did you call dad?"
" I tried but he never responded." The nurse said briskly.
" Oh..okay, then, I'll be over in thirty minutes or so." I roughly stuffed my stuff in my book bag, my hands trembling with anxiety.
' Mrs. Thornton, where do you think that you are going?" Mr. Snow said,
" I have to pick my little sister up from school," I whispered, suddenly going very shy. I pushed my hair past my ears again.
" Again? Oh, yes, you are excused...," His thin voice trembled off.
" Thanks,' I muttered out of reflex. I dashed off to the school hallway, stumbling over my own tennis shoes. I nearly fell on the steps and practically ran to the road. Annie was prone to getting sick a lot because of hr health problems and tiny heart. But you'd never tell that from a distance. She looked to be about the sweetest six year old around. I pasted by the familiar dirt roads as I went off road. Nothing but my breathing was heavy. I ducked under a wooden fence and began to cut through the meadow.I loved the meadow, it was such a beautiful place that didn't get polluted. People left it alone because it was right next to the graveyard.
I paused and unzipped my jacket, tying it around my waist. It was too hot to be wearing a jacket. I took off running again. How sick was Annie now? My heart pounded hyperactively as I ran. C'mon, where was the sign already?
I nearly crash landed in the front building of the school. Ashwood Elementary School. It was a big school, the outside painted white and silver with wide double doors and life like statues of the founders of the town. On the left side, a bunch of little kinder gardeners were playing. I ran there first. I could make out a plump little woman standing next to a child. But I couldn't see who...
I stopped, tripped and began to walk at a regular pace. I could make out the shape of a twisty slide, traced my fingers on the soft flower petals, smell the dirt on the floor. My foot kicked up some dust clouds. The plump lady looked up when she heard me, her grey hair in a bun at the base of her neck. She had a sweet face.
" Oh, is this your sister, Annie?" She asked kindly. Annie looked up and my heart seemed to falter. Her light strawberry blonde hair was down to her back and matted up, her eyeeees were tired and bloodshot and her skin was almost a pasty greyish color. She was sick.
" Alyssa, you came!" She said in her bright voice then she sneezed painfully and I felt like I had been stabbed by a thousand knives. I couldn't believe how sick my little sister was.
I dropped down on my knees and felt her forehad. It was burning up. She was sitting on the ground so I picked hr up on my lap. She sat down without complaint, resting her tiny head against my neck.
" Do you want to go home?" I asked her very quietly. She nodded weakly against my neck. I sighed and looked at the nurse," Can I take Phil home also? He tends to get worried." I was invisible to kids my age but to the nurse, I seemed okay.
" You are a very nice young lady. I wish that my grandchildren were all as nice as you," She said, smiling.
" Thank you," I whispered." And if her fever doesn't get well, do I take her to the hospital?"
" No, sweetie, my house is just a few blocks away from yours. I was a Doctor before I became this old prune. I can help you if your mom is busy." I smiled at her even though my heart still ached. Phil came over, holding his and Annie's backpacks. His spiky hair was standing on ends, his eyes concerned.
" Good, I thought nobody would come to get her,' Phil told me," We called Daddy three times but he never answered."
" Didn't he?" I swallowed nervously and licked my lips," Well, we'd better get going," I said. Phil nodded and began to walk. I took both the backpacks away from him and slung it on my arm. I carried Annie home, Phil holding on to my other arm. I felt so sorry for them both. As we walked, I thought that I saw something. I pursed my lips, looking over my shoulder. I didn't walk. It was a BMW, a shiny new one.
" Big sis, what are you looking at?" Phil asked.
" Nothing, nothing," I replied. Pretending I hadn't seen anything, I began to walk again. Annie stirred feebly against my neck.
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