Chapter 2 - The Jewel of Years
"Miss Kiya? Why are you here? Am I in trouble or something?" I asked, since it was a little odd to see my teacher here. "No, no, I just want to talk with Mr. Curtis, if that's alright." I said it was and I asked her to come in and sit down on our couch while I got Darry from his room.
I knocked on the door and Darry called out groggily "What?" "Darry, my teacher's here." All of a sudden the door opened and Darry was furious. "Why is your teacher here Pony?" "I dunno, she said I wasn't in trouble or anything, she just wants to talk to you." Darry gave me a really bad look and started to pull on some clothes since he was only wearing boxers.
"Miss Kiya?" Darry said, surprised at the way my teacher looked when he got into the living room. She was wearing a dark blue, long skirt and a black tank top, and her blood red hair was up in a loose ponytail with strands falling in her face. I could tell Darry thought she was hot. I did myself. "You're Mr. Curtis, I presume?" she said as she stood up. "Yeah, and you're Miss Kiya?" She nodded and smiled. "Is Ponyboy in trouble?" She chuckled and looked at me. "No he's not, I just wanted to tell you about how remarkable he is in my class, and I wanted to hand back his paper personally. It was the best one I've ever seen." She handed my paper to Darry and smiled, then she said goodbye and left us both dumbfounded.
That evening, while I was going through my paper, I noticed that there was another page added. It was entitled 'The Jewel of Years: A study in magic and the supernatural' I looked at the page and it said:
~~~Many scientists have wondered over the possibility of beings known as vampires. It is a divided topic. Half say there are vampires, and the other half think it is just a silly tale told to children so they don't wander around at night. A very interesting story is told about a vampire in Ancient Egypt. It is one of my favorite stories, and it goes thus: "On the first day of the Year of Alexandria, there was a quarrel between a priestess and her husband. She was a follower of Bast and he was a follower of Ptah. After arguing for a short time, the man killed his wife and left her lying in their garden for over two-hours. He came back in the evening and picked her up and took her to the temple complex of Ptah, where she was stripped and laid on an alter. Many other priests soon filed in and went in a circle about the girl. The men started chanting and 4 maids came in, each holding a pitcher of blood, and poured the blood on the girl. Another maid came in and laid down a box at the end of the grand room. All of the people left, and the temple was closed for 1000 years. On the 10th day of the 10th month, a man opened the temple and went to the altar to find that the woman had not decayed one bit, but had grown even more robust and lively. He pulled her to a sitting position, and she opened her eyes. Startled, the man screamed as she pulled him to her with immeasurable strength and bit her now sharp teeth into his neck, drinking his blood. She left him there and went to the small box at the end of the room and found clothes inside. She turned to find a young woman behind her. The young woman helped to put on the black corset and the dark red skirt. The vampire was painted with dark red makeup and thick eyeliner, as was the current trend. After all was done, she walked out of the temple into the night, into the dark, and felt the loneliness that would forever consume her. ~~~
I put the paper down and wondered if Miss Kiya had put it there on purpose, or by accident. I wondered what she was doing right now, and for some reason I got this weird feeling that you get in your heart when you remember some good memory. Like, the way the grass smells as your mom or dad is mowing it and talking to you while you're in the pool at night, or when you and your brother are out spying on the neighbors in some kind of game where your nickname is Crash and his is Burn. Yeah, that's the kind of feeling I got, like I had experienced all this before.
----------- Sorry that chapter was so short! I ran out of ideas, but I promise that the next chapter will be really long, so there. REVIEW PLEASE and remember, KoRn rules. -----------
"Miss Kiya? Why are you here? Am I in trouble or something?" I asked, since it was a little odd to see my teacher here. "No, no, I just want to talk with Mr. Curtis, if that's alright." I said it was and I asked her to come in and sit down on our couch while I got Darry from his room.
I knocked on the door and Darry called out groggily "What?" "Darry, my teacher's here." All of a sudden the door opened and Darry was furious. "Why is your teacher here Pony?" "I dunno, she said I wasn't in trouble or anything, she just wants to talk to you." Darry gave me a really bad look and started to pull on some clothes since he was only wearing boxers.
"Miss Kiya?" Darry said, surprised at the way my teacher looked when he got into the living room. She was wearing a dark blue, long skirt and a black tank top, and her blood red hair was up in a loose ponytail with strands falling in her face. I could tell Darry thought she was hot. I did myself. "You're Mr. Curtis, I presume?" she said as she stood up. "Yeah, and you're Miss Kiya?" She nodded and smiled. "Is Ponyboy in trouble?" She chuckled and looked at me. "No he's not, I just wanted to tell you about how remarkable he is in my class, and I wanted to hand back his paper personally. It was the best one I've ever seen." She handed my paper to Darry and smiled, then she said goodbye and left us both dumbfounded.
That evening, while I was going through my paper, I noticed that there was another page added. It was entitled 'The Jewel of Years: A study in magic and the supernatural' I looked at the page and it said:
~~~Many scientists have wondered over the possibility of beings known as vampires. It is a divided topic. Half say there are vampires, and the other half think it is just a silly tale told to children so they don't wander around at night. A very interesting story is told about a vampire in Ancient Egypt. It is one of my favorite stories, and it goes thus: "On the first day of the Year of Alexandria, there was a quarrel between a priestess and her husband. She was a follower of Bast and he was a follower of Ptah. After arguing for a short time, the man killed his wife and left her lying in their garden for over two-hours. He came back in the evening and picked her up and took her to the temple complex of Ptah, where she was stripped and laid on an alter. Many other priests soon filed in and went in a circle about the girl. The men started chanting and 4 maids came in, each holding a pitcher of blood, and poured the blood on the girl. Another maid came in and laid down a box at the end of the grand room. All of the people left, and the temple was closed for 1000 years. On the 10th day of the 10th month, a man opened the temple and went to the altar to find that the woman had not decayed one bit, but had grown even more robust and lively. He pulled her to a sitting position, and she opened her eyes. Startled, the man screamed as she pulled him to her with immeasurable strength and bit her now sharp teeth into his neck, drinking his blood. She left him there and went to the small box at the end of the room and found clothes inside. She turned to find a young woman behind her. The young woman helped to put on the black corset and the dark red skirt. The vampire was painted with dark red makeup and thick eyeliner, as was the current trend. After all was done, she walked out of the temple into the night, into the dark, and felt the loneliness that would forever consume her. ~~~
I put the paper down and wondered if Miss Kiya had put it there on purpose, or by accident. I wondered what she was doing right now, and for some reason I got this weird feeling that you get in your heart when you remember some good memory. Like, the way the grass smells as your mom or dad is mowing it and talking to you while you're in the pool at night, or when you and your brother are out spying on the neighbors in some kind of game where your nickname is Crash and his is Burn. Yeah, that's the kind of feeling I got, like I had experienced all this before.
----------- Sorry that chapter was so short! I ran out of ideas, but I promise that the next chapter will be really long, so there. REVIEW PLEASE and remember, KoRn rules. -----------