When Layra woke up that morning, her hair stuck to her neck and it was dripping with sweat. She had had another dream. She toke deep breathes and calmed her self down. It's only a dream, she told herself and she almost laughed out loud. It's never 'it's only a dream' with her. Most of them were harmless. She just dreamed that she'd get an A on her paper or that a thunderstorm was coming. Innocent things like that. But last night wasn't an innocent dream. Last night Layra dreamed that the new guy was sucking someone's blood.
Layra hadn't bothered to learn the new guy's name. All she knew about him was that he was pale, tall, dark, and handsome. She smirked at her own description. As she got out of bed she asked herself why she never bothered to learn his name. He was in all of her classes and sat behind her too. Layra shrugged it off and got dressed. She put on a pair of khakis and a pale purple top. She brushed her white blonde hair and washed her face in her bathroom that is connected to her bedroom. Her bright green eyes twinkled back at her as she stared at herself in the mirror. No matter what she did her eyes always twinkled.
Downstairs she put some toast in the toaster and poured herself some milk as she looked at the front page of the New York Times. Same old same old, pain, suffering, and sadness filled the great city of New York and Layra was getting tired of hearing it all. When her toast popped up she took one piece and walked to the door, picking up her backpack that was waiting for her there. As she left the house she called up into it, "I'm off to school," and slammed the door. Her parents didn't seem to care what she did anymore as long as she was out of their way.
Walking down the hallway Layra got her usual weird looks. Ever since she yelled at everyone to get off the bleachers at a football game, right before they went down, Layra was labeled as a freak. It didn't bother her one bit. She actually kind of liked it. She took her seat as the bell rang for first period. Layra opened up her book and read while the teacher started class and took attendance. Then the guy in front of her dropped a letter onto her desk that said Cale. She passed it on behind her and the new guy who sat behind her kept it and read it. So that's his name she thought. Layra was glad to put a name to the face now. She turned her attention back to the book. About ten minutes later she felt a tap on her back and she slid her hand behind her to get the note but didn't feel the paper, just a hand that clamped down on hers. Layra tried to pull it back but Cale was too strong. He leaned in and said right in her ear, "Nice dream last night, eh?" Then the bell rang and the weight on her hand disappeared. Layra whipped around but not fast enough. Cale wasn't there anymore. She sighed and gathered up her stuff. It didn't matter anyway; she would see him next period.
Walking through the halls to her next class, Layra was petrified. How did he know about her dream? Maybe he just felt like saying something creepy. But it was about him, and that wasn't a good sign. If Cale knew that she knew that he was a vampire, well it definitely wouldn't go over well for her. Layra reached her room early and slid into her seat quickly, before Cale got there and waited for him to come to ask him what he meant.
Layra hadn't bothered to learn the new guy's name. All she knew about him was that he was pale, tall, dark, and handsome. She smirked at her own description. As she got out of bed she asked herself why she never bothered to learn his name. He was in all of her classes and sat behind her too. Layra shrugged it off and got dressed. She put on a pair of khakis and a pale purple top. She brushed her white blonde hair and washed her face in her bathroom that is connected to her bedroom. Her bright green eyes twinkled back at her as she stared at herself in the mirror. No matter what she did her eyes always twinkled.
Downstairs she put some toast in the toaster and poured herself some milk as she looked at the front page of the New York Times. Same old same old, pain, suffering, and sadness filled the great city of New York and Layra was getting tired of hearing it all. When her toast popped up she took one piece and walked to the door, picking up her backpack that was waiting for her there. As she left the house she called up into it, "I'm off to school," and slammed the door. Her parents didn't seem to care what she did anymore as long as she was out of their way.
Walking down the hallway Layra got her usual weird looks. Ever since she yelled at everyone to get off the bleachers at a football game, right before they went down, Layra was labeled as a freak. It didn't bother her one bit. She actually kind of liked it. She took her seat as the bell rang for first period. Layra opened up her book and read while the teacher started class and took attendance. Then the guy in front of her dropped a letter onto her desk that said Cale. She passed it on behind her and the new guy who sat behind her kept it and read it. So that's his name she thought. Layra was glad to put a name to the face now. She turned her attention back to the book. About ten minutes later she felt a tap on her back and she slid her hand behind her to get the note but didn't feel the paper, just a hand that clamped down on hers. Layra tried to pull it back but Cale was too strong. He leaned in and said right in her ear, "Nice dream last night, eh?" Then the bell rang and the weight on her hand disappeared. Layra whipped around but not fast enough. Cale wasn't there anymore. She sighed and gathered up her stuff. It didn't matter anyway; she would see him next period.
Walking through the halls to her next class, Layra was petrified. How did he know about her dream? Maybe he just felt like saying something creepy. But it was about him, and that wasn't a good sign. If Cale knew that she knew that he was a vampire, well it definitely wouldn't go over well for her. Layra reached her room early and slid into her seat quickly, before Cale got there and waited for him to come to ask him what he meant.