A.N. Just to explain to those who think that this isn't anything to do with House of Night – you'll just have to wait until the end. This might be quite short, it depends on what YOU (yes – I can see you) think of it. Enjoy!!!
28th October, 2009
Dear Diary,
I've always hated Halloween. Most girls in our school go all out – by wearing as little clothes possible. Others do the ghost/witch/vampire look to get as much candy possible. I just stay inside, safe and warm and out of harm. Yes, that does sound VERY pathetic, but I've always had a bad feeling at Halloween. Like there's something lurking – out of sight but dangerous. I'm not into that whole superstitious crap, but this once a year is the time I hide.
Fliss was curled up in her plum duvet, writing in her journal. It was a coral colour – leather and lockable. On the front was a little glow in the dark sticker, which had been there since she'd got it two years ago. Her wavy blonde hair was scraped back in a messy bun, and her soft eyebrows were furrowed over her cinnamon eyes. She was wearing a sleeveless light blue top and matching PJ bottoms.
I'm not usually one to hide though, most of the time I'm confident. That's what Cor says anyway. I'm starting to doubt her presumption though……I just…….don't feel right. Again. Well, I never do on the 31st Oct. Which is in 3 days and counting. But this year, I feel something different. Something big.
Something –
"FLISS!!! HURRY UP!!! YOU'LL BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!!!"
She slid out of bed with a groan, locking the journal and sliding it into her rucksack. In a flash, she was out of her pajamas and into the regulation uniform – short black skirt, white blouse and a navy jumper with the rose school logo. Fliss grabbed a pair of peach canvas trainers, and ran downstairs with her bag. She was greeted by a fat white Persian, Milkshake, who immediately dominated her school bag and covered it with fur.
"Gosh, what has TAKEN you so long!" Mrs. Ray asked. "The school bus is waiting for you, so hop hop!!!"
"Mum, you should've called me HOURS ago!" Fliss complained, grabbing and apple and shoo-ing away Milkshake.
"Hugs and kisses, Fliss" Mrs. Ray called, not actually doing as she just said.
"Hugs and kisses, Mum" Fliss muttered, running up the path and into the open bus doors that closed with a soft THUD behind her. A small yet prominent snowflake fluttered past her window, hovering by her before the bus drew out of her street.
