Disclaimer: I don't own "The Covenant" it was a film writen by J.S Cardone. Also, my story and character inspiration came from "Dead Like Me," writen by Bryan Fuller. I highly recommend watching the show if you really liked my first chapter. (Even though the show is cancelled, I'd do anything to have a 3rd season) I'm hoping no one will sue me for writing a fan fiction hahaha. I'm not making any money off of this. I'm just a kid with a huge imagination and who loves to write stories just for the hell of it and I really don't want people getting touchy about who owns what. It's like saying "I own the letter 'q' and if you use it in any way, I'll sue you!" see what I mean. I don't want people getting crazy like that. lol

I'd like to thank my friend Kitty Kat for editing this chapter. . (I'm still thinking about bringing my guitar on friday.)

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Amo

She Has Suffered

Lovely December, a time of giving and sharing and thinking about others. They say not to be greedy and really, how can anyone not be greedy or selfish? I didn't really understand the definition of it. For all I knew, everyone was selfish. One person wants that, while the other person wanted this. This person gives them that while that other person gives them this. It's this stupid trick to get everyone into thinking we're fine in the world. They like to say it, but not mean it. Not any word of it.

I get the impression that people only think its okay because everything is powdered white. It covers all the shitty things in life and gives you this feeling of purity. I didn't mind that part so much. The thing I really hated was walking to English early in the morning and feeling stiff from the cold. Have you ever hated something and liked it at the same time? This is one of those things. I hated the cold, but I didn't mind looking at it.

Something hit my arm as I snapped over to see the snow falling down off my winter blue coat. I quickly looked up to see Reid with that infamous smirk on his face. It caused me to have an even worse mood this morning.

"Go away," I told him bitterly, ridding myself of the snow.

He ignored me and threw another snowball, this time hitting my head. Reid's spent too much time with me. As you can tell, I'm not the type of person to tolerate with anyone for that long. Especially one with Reid's character. He kept pushing my buttons just waiting for me to let go of the grenade and kill him.

I yelled at him, "Control your hormones for five minutes!"

"Why? Can't help yourself?"

"They're annoying."

He caught up with me easily, carrying another ball of ice in his hand and just throwing it up and down playfully.

"Mind if I walk with you?"

"If I say no, will you go away?"

Reid thought for a moment as if trying to look cute for me. These were his lame attempts to impress me by trying to be clever.

"Probably not."

And so far, I'm not impressed.

"So I guess asking was kind of pointless."

"Just thought it'd be nice to ask."

"I'm pretty sure it's only considered nice if you do what the person says afterwards."

He cocked his head. "Then where's the fun in that?" Reid stopped tossing the snowball up and threw his arm back for another shot at me. I flinched and shut my eyes waiting for the impact. Why didn't I just run? It reminded me of horror movies or some action movie where a car was coming from the distance and you can see the light coming your way, but you're too fucking stupid to step a centimetre away just for the sake of saving yourself.

His arms stopped. "Just kidding," he smiled, dropping the snowball to the ground and placing his hands in his pockets.

I hated boys and their immaturity. No wonder women date older men. "Go fuck yourself."

"Hell yeah I would, if I could."

I rolled my eyes. Reid loved himself way too much. Sure, sometimes it's seen as some weird type of confidence. But me, I see it as bored people who spend way too much time in the mirror, admiring themselves. Girls especially, when they all go in their little groups to the bathroom just to fix their make up or hair or just plainly look at themselves to find out what the hell is wrong with them. This could have all been avoided if no one's touched a magazine.

Reid walked me to class like he "asked" and I sat down beside Caleb. He didn't say anything, but smiled, and the teacher started up with a ramble. I brought out my note book to portray the fact that I actually gave a shit for once and drew on it. I'm not much of an artist, though I wanted to be. The many attempts I tried to draw something, it turned into some weird mush of lines. Kind of like my life.

"Mr. Garwin," My head actually perked up when Mr. Foster said his name. Was I…interested? "I'm tired of you disrupting my class."

I saw Reid shrug down below along the first row. "Maybe if you weren't so boring. Tyler is so much more interesting to talk to."

People actually giggled. Well girls giggled, some guys giggled too. If you could use the word 'giggle' for guys. I would, it fit the profile for most of them anyways.

"I want you to switch seats with Mr. Danvers. Next time, you might have an interesting conversation with the headmaster."

Reid shrugged again with a delightful smirk on his face. I heard Caleb sigh next to me while he gathered his things and slid out, descending the stairs. I saw the glance that Caleb gave to Reid. A look that clearly said, "You're killing yourself, man." Caleb was always looking after Reid; bitching about everything he thought was wrong with him. For once, I kind of knew what Reid was going through. Justin gave me the same shit time after time.

He took Caleb's old seat, smiled at me and then rested his arms on the table putting his head down. He planned the whole thing, I knew it. Don't ask me how he knew he'd end up next to me, but he had something going on with him. Maybe he used. Just as I suspected, when Reid Garwin is sitting next to you, only the worst can happen. His head was turned facing me, still hidden by one arm. His other arm had other plans.

Like I've said before, wearing this skirt was a lot of trouble. Reid's fingers were tracing up and down my thigh very gently. It caused shivers to run through my body. I pushed his hand away the first time, but he kept continuing. My body felt uncomfortable under his touch. I felt stiff and motionless. Every time he touched me, it was like my body turned into stone. I glanced over at his eyes, just in to see if he was using, to make me act this way. I was wrong, it was all Reid Garwin. He noticed me glance at him and his smirk turned even bigger.

"What's the matter? Do I make you nervous?"

I jerked my leg away from him and here comes the blush. "No," I stuttered with my words. God, I fucking hated him.

"You should blush more often, it's cute."

"Jackass."

To him, I was just another item to check off the list. To get it done and over with, and I wanted to run. Everyone runs away from something just to make things better. To find something different, something new, exciting; something less complicated. We're constantly searching for that something and sadly, none of us found it. I mean, not even once have we come close and we all just do this just to feel something. We've been numb for so long by daily routines that find something new was just bliss.

I didn't want anything new. It would have been nice, but no. My escape consisted of this. After English, I decided this day can fuck me for all I care. I skipped the rest of my classes and went straight to my dorm. I was just sitting on my bed with a bowl of cherries in my lap and watching old Tom and Jerry cartoons on television. I spent the entire time with just silence, until the little bitch of the northeast dropped in, changing out of her clothes then looking at me.

"Are you going to do that all day?" Kira asked me with a hint of annoyance.

"Yup."

She sighed to herself. "Can't you make yourself useful and clean up around here?"

"Not like you have anything better to do."

"I happen to be going out tonight with Aaron."

"That douche?" Why am I surprised? Who else does she spend all her free time with?

"Don't talk about him that way, you little whore."

"I was just thinking the same thing." I spat out the seed that was tumbling in my mouth, into the little bowl beside me.

"Clean up."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, Kira, but most of this mess is yours."

"Listen to me. I'm the older one here and if you don't do as you're told and throw me off like that, then I can do stuff to you that'll make your life miserable."

She sounded like my mom and I really doubt that she could make her life more miserable then my life already was. She didn't have to worry about staying up all night hunting down werewolves.

"Aaron throws you off all the time."

"You wait, you'll see what happens." Her face was disgusted with me as she opened the door and just stormed off.

"Okay," I mumbled to myself.

Seth popped his head into the room replacing the unwanted presence of Kira.

"Why doesn't she shut the door?" I asked aloud.

"What are you up to?" Seth shut the door behind him and walked over to me lying down on my bed as I sat up, cross legged.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Tom and Jerry? This shit is old."

"I like it. It makes me laugh."

"No fucking way."

I was a little irritated. "Why not?"

"You're like a robot, you can't laugh," he said, matter-of-factly. I rolled my eyes, dropping another tasty cherry into my mouth. Seth continued, "Want to go to a house party?"

"You got invited?"

"No, I just heard about it. Sarah brought it up with me."

"You talk to her?"

"Ever since you introduced us, we've chatted from time to time."

"I'm sick of looking at them."

"This doesn't have anything to do with that Reid fellow, does it?"

I slowly chewed on the cherry in my mouth and gave Seth gruesome look. "What gave you that idea?"

"'Do you mind if I sit next to her?'" He mimicked Reid. "Sounds weird to me. I also did a little spy work."

"You?"

"I did use to be a hunter before you, if you remember, PG."

"I remember you being a coward."

He changed the subject, "He likes touching you."

"He's a guy."

Seth adjusted himself on my bed more comfortably while giving me a serious look. I replied with one of my infamous bored glances.

"Let me tell you 5 things guys want in the entire world. And this is just being general.

1. Sex

2. Power

3. Money

4. Popularity

5. Respect"

"I could have figured that out on my own."

"So you're a big girl now who doesn't have to hear me tell you not to go near him if you don't plan on being the next skank who's slept with Garwin."

"Do I look like the type of person to do that?"

His face fell and looking at me, he said, "Oh god, you're right." He slipped off my bed fixing the jacket he wore then looked at me innocently.

His hand reached for the door knob, but I suddenly jerked, which caused him to stop. We both looked each other.

"You felt that too?" He asked. I only nodded.

"It's in here."

I didn't exactly know what it was, but I could definitely feel something in here that wasn't suppose to be here. It was probably that ghost again. I plan to kill that son of a bitch. I stood up and started to search through the mess. Seth mimed my moves searching for whatever.

"What do you think it is?" I asked him.

"Definitely some magic."

"No ghost?"

He stopped and looked at me. "No, why?"

"I saw a ghost at the pool about a month ago."

Seth dumped Kira's things on the ground, "You're telling me that you didn't catch him?"

"It was during class, do you really think I'd jump at the opportunity to catch a ghost in front of 30 people?"

"If Justin found out—" he cut himself off and shook his head.

"Which is why you're going to be a good little boy and not tell him." I stopped my searching and found it hiding in the pile of clothes, under my bed.

It was glowing a bright blue and suddenly sped out bouncing around the room. It was a fairy.

"Catch it!" Seth yelled. Catching a fairy isn't easy. I mean it's really hard. Catching even just a glimpse of it was hard enough. "Did you bring the jar?"

"Yeah." I quickly walked over to my drawer and opened the bottom to face a weird looking, supposedly "technological" jar. Don't ask. It was Justin's invention for catching the monsters.

Seth made a jump for it when it landed on the window sill. But the fairy quickly dodged him and went flying into my hair. It was hiding again and I could feel it shaking.

"This is awkward," I commented.

The little thing peeked above my forehead was hanging upside down when I got a good look at it. Her eyes were huge and pure midnight black with gorgeous blonde hair and pointed ears. Her wings were clear and sparkling as she glowed a blue tinge.

"You got it!" Seth beamed.

She quickly hid in my hair again and I smiled. "She's scared of you."

"So? Put her back where she came from."

"Aww… I can't do that to her."

It was weird, feeling her walking on my head.

Seth shook his head, "You have to."

"You're just mad because she doesn't like you." I put the jar under my blanket and went back to sitting down with my bowl of cherries.

"Why does she like you?" He was annoyed and it made me smile.

"Maybe because you're evil. Fairies can sense evil," I joked. The fairy poked me next to my ear as I heard it talk to me. I smiled even bigger and sized up at Seth. He wasn't liking this one bit. "She really doesn't like you. She says you're dirty and mean."

"You're making that up."

"I swear that's what she's telling me."

"You can't talk to fairies."

"It's possible if you just listen. You, Seth, aren't a good listener."

"Whatever," He mumbled walking back to the door, then turned back to me again, "Party?"

"I told you, I don't want to go."

"No wonder you're so pale, you don't do anything."

He left. That's where Seth was wrong about me. I did do stuff, just not a lot of it. It sounded like he was bribing me to go do something more meaningful with my life. I had a feeling he wanted to take me to the beach. Mostly just to meet girls, but I think he wanted to turn me into one of those beach blondes who have really nice tans and go running around in a bikini.

"Oh wow, look how hot I am. Every boy wants to fuck me."

Shut up already.

The fairy finally poked out of my hair then flew right in front of my face. By far, she was a hell of a lot prettier than me. I sighed and blew a strand of my hair off my face, which caused her to stumble back from my breath.

"If you promise not to be seen, I'll think about letting you stay here." She seemed to understand as a smile crept on her face and she flew back under my bed. I shrugged. I wonder if I had to feed it.

I didn't do my chemistry homework. I've never even touched the book. I didn't even think I had to do anything for school, but wouldn't you know it. I did. It was the end of a dreadful class of Chemistry and I was called back before I could bolt out the door and into English.

"Miss Mortem. May I please speak with you?"

There we go, "may I". I slowly paced myself over to him holding my books close to my chest and stood right in front of his desk. My eyes looked everywhere, but his face and my posture were slouched.

He sighed staring off trying to find the write words to say to me. "I get the feeling that you're lost in this class." Wonder how he figured that? "Your grade is slowly slipping and I'm worried you won't be ready for the mid-term exam."

I still didn't say anything. What did he want me to say in the first place?

"Okay," I replied.

He shook his head, unbelievable about my reaction. Guess that wasn't what he wanted to hear.

"Do you even care about this class?"

I shrugged, "I dunno."

I could tell he was frustrated with me. I avoided looking at all cost and focused on my shoes.

"Would you like it if I got you a tutor?"

"Okay."

"No PJ, Not just 'Okay'. I want a certain 'Yes' or a simple 'No' from you if it makes things easier."

What a bitch. Guess he didn't have his daily dose of weed.

"Yes," I replied.

"Good, I want you to see Mr. Danvers at least 3 times a week. More if you can."

"Danvers?" I was shocked. Every little thing was leading me right back to them.

"Yes, is there a problem?"

"It's just…nothing."

"He's well informed about the arrangements. He said he'd speak to you about time and schedule."

I rolled my eyes, "Whatever."

His hands slapped down on his hardwood desk giving me his dead eyes.

"Miss Mortem, I'm tired of your attitude towards me. It's very rude."

I smiled at him very sarcastically, "I'm on my period."

That shut him up. His eyebrows just perked up. He dismissed me and I left without another word. I found it kind of odd that something so annoying could come in handy.

A/N: Just so you know. I start school (Junior Year) Tomorrow. In August!? I know. It's weird and it sucks. So I'm sorry to say that I won't really have a lot of time to write my stories. I'm sure that my other friends will bug me about it and help me out with it. But just please just wait. Show me that you love me if you really want me to continue.

-Peace.