Hi. Sup. Yo.
Anywho... here's another 'chapter'. It's short, really short... but oh well. I have another comin' in a couple minutes.
I lose interest in writting my stories fast... so reviews help, I guess. I'm not going to go all psycho chic and demand for them. Flaming is fine, critisism is fine, comments are fine. Tell me if I suck or not, help me become a better writter. :)
Disclaimer: I'd write one, but my head hurts. So be creative. And I'm married to 3 book characters, but I still don't own them. Mrs. Edward Cullen, Mrs. Jasper Whitlock, and Mrs. Kaname from Vampire Knight manga. Whoot-whoot! :D
January 10th
Today Mike Newton talked to me.
I'm not exactly sure what about, I believe he was babbling. He kept nervously stumbling over his words, fidgeting, and looking anywhere but me.
I wasn't paying attention though. I caught bits and pieces, something along the lines of "…are you?... fine…soccer team… movie theater with Jessica… come with us?"
I had stared at him blankly. He eventually left me alone, and I went back to staring at the apple on my lunch tray. Sighing, I had avoided scornful and pitying gazes and stared up at the yellowed ceiling.
When will this all end?
When did I stop being human?
He may have not wanted me to be a vampire, but that didn't stop me from becoming something. A zombie maybe, or an ice queen.
Tomorrow I have another appointment, Charlie is so desperate to get me better that he signed me up for as many sessions as he could be allowed in a week.
Poor Charlie, I wish I could do better for him. I'm trying so hard, but it hurts to feel emotion, it hurts to move, it hurts to think.
It may sound vain but why me?
Rawr. Gosh, that IS short! Oh well.
- Mickey.. :D