Bella gov
In walked the most gorgeous boy I have never saw. By now, he was someone, A man of the perfect facility. He was blond, but not just blood. His hair was the shade of raw honey. He was tall and lean. His skin was completely covered in scars, shaped like bit marks. They were spaced most thickly together on his neck and jaw. He has pale, marble-like skin, inhuman beauty. He walked with an air around him that made you just have to stop and watch him. The scares, blind to the eyes of humans made him seem formidable. The teacher held him a paper and told him to have a set. The single open seat was next to me. Racing of the teacher heart told me of his fear the he sensed that the male infant of him was dangerous. The moment he looked to face the class. All the teen girls gasped and their hearts raced. The sound was identical of the hoofs of tons of wild horse races across the plains the land. He just smiled as if he could hear they racing hearts, his eyes scanning the faces of the do like girls. Nonetheless, when his eyes meant mine, the smile vanished and so did all things around us. It was as if time its self stopped. All the remand was for him and me, nothing l madder. His eyes seemed to pieces into my soul, as the colors turned darker slimly as he studied me. I could feel myself blush that this man, was feeling that something as mine, because he stopped in his tracks. His honey color eyes turn a darker shade, as he studied me. I could feel myself blush slitly. As I forced myself to cease staring at him. By reading my work.
He hesitated before he closed the space between us, he slowly pulled the chair next to me out and set down, with grace of an immortal god.
"Okay, class the paper I just handed out, you and the person sitting next to you will currently work on it together. This project will make up 1/4 of your grade, this semester. In this project you will be making, Diary Entries. Create a diary entries for a person from history or a fictional character who experienced a historic event. Can may also be asked to survivors of a disaster. But I would wish you 'd do pick someone that is not really in the history books. So you can put there lived on paper. Now the paper in front of you is for brainstorming.", he clapped his hands together "goes to work.''
Ring rings. . .. . . Ring. . . . . . Ring. . . . . . . . Safe by the bell, I almost laughed at that saying right now. I bear had a chance to gather my thing at human speed before my beautiful stranger was up and out of the door.
? pov
I just found my first class of the day. Truth be told I already know where it was. I just always want to cut the time I had to set in what would become my hell for the next year. The sounds of my sibling whispering sweet words of love to their other half. This was a way to making the day go fast for them. As I am obliged to set and listen to them. I feel their love for their lover, I feel they lust, there happens. I wished to be done, craved that. To have someone to enjoy, hold, carriage, to race, hunt with, and shear this never enduring life. However, I never found her, my mate. I looked her but never came close to meeting her.
I was as though God was punishing me. Punishing me for my past sins. All the countly life I take, all the years I cut short. As if reading their fares, scream, bugging me to spare them was not punishment enough. But I was damned to live forever and watch other love and e loved, I know the feeling and never has it myself.
I entered the small box, called a classroom and head to the teacher. This male had been I/4 of my age just slide with me. His heat racing, blood pumping, fears I was going out of him in waves. His telling me I was dangerous and he needed to got away from me, but he could not process what his own mind was telling him. He just looked at me, he asked me to take a set. As I faced to children in the classroom, I felt lost, want, and hastened all hit at once. The young females hearts ached with lust. But soon it will be with fear, when their mind is known fear me. But hides the truth of why they should fear me. The male hated me. I was the object of the females wanted and devices in this moment. All the is all it takes for them to hate me. I smiled knowing this lustful feelings would fated soon. I looked at the poor girl who would sit next to me, the rest of the year. I let my eyes meet hers, then all once my world stopped. . . . . . . . . .
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