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So, guys, here it is! Letter Four to The Volturi...
Dear, The Volturi.
I'm alright. I think I'm getting much, much better now. Thanks to Clay-the mysterious boy from the party, who was mostly 'the nameless boy' throughout my last letter. I know I haven't written to you for a month, but after reading about what has been going on with me, hopefully you'll understand (and not track me down and disembowel me).
My dad has seen an improvement to, believing that school has finally managed to swerve me of the lonely, cold, broken road I was heading on if my studying didn't regain it's usual level of awesomeness. Little does he know that the true reason is because I met Clay. The new, improved heart throb for my entire high school.
I've been wondering how long it must take my letters to reach you in Italy. It's strange when I realize that whilst you are reading about my last main, most exciting experience, I'm experiencing the next one. I wish I could be polite and ask you how you all are, or what you've been up to, but like I've said before, it's too risky. But I won't stop with the P.S's at the bottom of my letter, in case we either ever do meet, or you manage to track me down and gossip with me over a Starbucks-we'd have to travel in your limousine to the next town because Starbucks cannot see the profit in having a shop in my small town.
Clay
I spent the next few days after the catastrophic events of the party, locked in my bedroom. I had zero connections to the outside world; not even Google, and you know how much I love Google. I didn't want to go into school on Monday at all, with fear that Jessica and Angela would bombard me with questions about the hot, mysterious new guy. Covering myself in with my duvet I told my dad I was ill. Of course, like most father's, he has that weird radar built into his mind that repetitively beeps when their child is lying. He made me take a temperature test, which I dropped into my coffee as he went to collect the phone to call school if I was proven ill. The coffee trick fooled my dad-a cop-so I spent the entire day lying on my sofa wrapped in my duvet watching Dracula and Van Helsing-two classic movies.
Ignoring the texts of my group of friends that questioned my whereabouts, I didn't sleep well at all Monday night. Was it anticipation of seeing Clay again? Or maybe I just was having Lucas withdrawal symptoms, after attending the party, meeting someone new and purposefully not attending school; things a year ago I would have thought completely impossible for me to do.
As soon as my car pulls into the car park of my high school on the Tuesday morning, I know Clay is there. A shiny, glowing, expensive black BMW has been parked beside my usual space.
"Marie, Marie, have you seen the new guy, Clay?" Jessica bounces over to me, once I'm out of my truck, wearing more make-up than usual to attract the attention of this rumored sex-god new guy. She's even wearing a clingy, sleeveless, revealing dress-in this bad weather. My town is almost always under a constant cover of clouds, that seem to bleed dry at least three times a week. It's the perfect living conditions for vampires, which is probably why we get so many.
"Yes, I've met him before at your party the other day." I respond, sounding completely irritated at that fact, which I am. I would've lied to Jess, but what's the point? I give it until first break before everyone knows that I've met him before. I don't think the girls in my school have moved on from me and Lucas going out, surely they will start a hate campaign for me now they know I know another super hot guy.
"Seriously? Marie, I don't know how you do it! First Lucas, now Clay? Your one lucky girl." Jess laughs, however, I can detect a slight hitch in her voice and a tint of dark in her eyes.
"I-I don't know," I mumble. She threads her arm through mine and we walk towards the English block. At least I've have English Literature first, my favorite lesson.
As I predicted, by break every girl was staring at me with hate in her eyes, murmuring sentences which consisted of both mine and Clay's name, with a bunch of undetectable words. Break passed by in a daze, as I sat on my usual table staring distantly at the table Lucas and his family used to occupy. Their phantoms have appeared, laughing and giggling like small children as they wrap their arms around one another and take refuge in their usual chairs, neglecting the students from the rest of the canteen gaze at them like they were Angels falling from the sky. Lucas is absent from the others, but as I look over towards the window where I first saw them a year ago, I see a faint projection of Lucas and I, walking hand in hand towards his family, with smiles so real and bright they could make fallen tears climb back into an eye.
Biology. I hate Biology. I used to love it, easily being top of the class, but that was when I sat beside Lucas and our love was quickly blossoming. Now I sit alone, unable to see the purpose, I once saw, in this class.
I take my seat on the battered stool, removing my equipment from my bag and noting down the date, title and lesson objective onto a fresh page of my book.
"I'm new here," my ears instantly pick up at the voice. I don't look away from my book, I continue to write.
"That's fine," the teacher responds, opening draws and tearing sheets of paper into pieces. "There's only one seat spare." Inside I'm screaming 'no' over and over and over and over.
"That's great," He replies to my teacher, slowly moving around my stool as he pulls out the stool next to me with one hand, dropping his new book on the table.
"I still don't know your name, I've been calling you the underage-alcoholic-girl in my head." He's been thinking about me! I try not to get to excited. I'm still very annoyed.
"I couldn't find you at the party when I got back after sorting my friend out. I assumed you were with another girl." I say coldly, causing him to tense. He looks down sadly,
"I had to go home, my mum called me and told me that my sister was ill." I feel guilty now. He hasn't done anything wrong, but here I am taking my emotions out on him.
"It's fine. Sorry. I hope she's better now." I say.
"I was wondering whether you want to go out for a meal with me after school on Friday," he's blushing, "to finish of my first week here." I smirk,
"like a date?"
"We'll see. But I need your name..."
"I'll meet you beside my Chevy Pickup Truck, straight after the bell on Friday, it's a rustic orange, you'll see it."
Love from,
Marie Swan xx
P.S How's life over in Italy? I know vampires don't eat, but I've always wondered whether food smells nice to you, especially in Italy. What happens if you eat something? Does your stomach explode, or do you throw it up?
P.P.S Do you believe in God? I've been thinking about religion a lot recently and which beliefs favor the existence of vampires and which don't. I can't imagine a vampire that kills almost daily praying to God or expecting to go to Heaven. Anyway, I'm sure if we do ever meet we will have a very heated debate on the existence of God.
