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THIRTEEN
BY CHLOE FANEL
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Chapter 2
Tomoyo yawned and made her way down the stairs and towards the kitchen. She drank a glass of juice and sat on the couch browsing through the glossy pages of her magazine.
"Here!" She could still hear her friend's voice holler. "Take it and just leave!" She sighed and turned the television on. For some seconds there was silence.
She sighed. "Peace at last." She muttered in content. Clicking the remote control, she frowned. News? Nope. Horror movies? Too much blood and gore. Talk shows? Boring.
"I'm not gay!" She heard a guy yell.
"Interesting." She grinned. Scrambling to take a peek, she dashed and tripped on the smashed cord of the phone.
"This must be what Sheila meant about being unlucky." She muttered limping towards the door.
The tall man was slowly walking his way to the gate. She noticed the neat jet-black hair and the confident stride of the man. "And that's after her girlfriend dumped him and accused him of being gay."
There was a glint, what was it... glasses? She frowned. When had Sheila ever been interested in scholarly-looking males? She then noticed the man pause. Was he going to turn around? I hoped so, Tomoyo caught himself thinking. She shook her head but proceeded to open the door wider.
"Oof!" Tomoyo stared at him. What was that that hit her anyway? She asked herself, touching the tender part on the right side of her head. She felt a bit dizzy, both from the force of the impact and the strong smell of the perfume.
Eriol watched her absorb the impact. She had that confused look on her face all-innocent-and-childlike. Her tangled raven hair framed the pained expression that developed on her adorable features. And he slowly found himself staring at her eyes... purple, he staggered, mysteriously purple. And her skin was a milky white complexion that contrasted to the red blot which trickled down her head. Red... BLOOD! SHE'S BLEEDING!
The crowd inched closer towards the house, concerned about the girl holding her bleeding head. "Call 911" somebody murmured. "Get her to the hospital." Another called. But nobody moved. They all stood transfixed watching her.
"Ow!" Tomoyo suddenly paled, realizing the pain meant more than a sore bump. She was beginning to think that the liquid thing was the perfume but realized her mistake when the red fluid flowed down to her elbows, plain to her sight.
Tomoyo glared at the man. "Are you going to stand there all day?" She questioned not necessarily waiting for an answer.
Eriol realized that he had been staring and went closer to help the bleeding lady. "Sorry." He whispered, taking her hand away from the wound. At a closer inspection, he saw that the wound was small and sighed. "Do you have a first aid kit?" He asked.
Tomoyo felt a bit faint. "Inside. The wound's not that big, is it?" She asked worriedly.
"No." He answered but quickly realized that something else was wrong.
Tomoyo's knees buckled. The world blurred till there was nothing else but darkness.
"TOMOYO!" Sheila's scream was the last thing she heard before the darkness took over.
CHLOE...
Hope I didn't disappoint you with this chapter... & DON'T FORGET THE REVIEW, K?
THIRTEEN
BY CHLOE FANEL
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Chapter 2
Tomoyo yawned and made her way down the stairs and towards the kitchen. She drank a glass of juice and sat on the couch browsing through the glossy pages of her magazine.
"Here!" She could still hear her friend's voice holler. "Take it and just leave!" She sighed and turned the television on. For some seconds there was silence.
She sighed. "Peace at last." She muttered in content. Clicking the remote control, she frowned. News? Nope. Horror movies? Too much blood and gore. Talk shows? Boring.
"I'm not gay!" She heard a guy yell.
"Interesting." She grinned. Scrambling to take a peek, she dashed and tripped on the smashed cord of the phone.
"This must be what Sheila meant about being unlucky." She muttered limping towards the door.
The tall man was slowly walking his way to the gate. She noticed the neat jet-black hair and the confident stride of the man. "And that's after her girlfriend dumped him and accused him of being gay."
There was a glint, what was it... glasses? She frowned. When had Sheila ever been interested in scholarly-looking males? She then noticed the man pause. Was he going to turn around? I hoped so, Tomoyo caught himself thinking. She shook her head but proceeded to open the door wider.
"Oof!" Tomoyo stared at him. What was that that hit her anyway? She asked herself, touching the tender part on the right side of her head. She felt a bit dizzy, both from the force of the impact and the strong smell of the perfume.
Eriol watched her absorb the impact. She had that confused look on her face all-innocent-and-childlike. Her tangled raven hair framed the pained expression that developed on her adorable features. And he slowly found himself staring at her eyes... purple, he staggered, mysteriously purple. And her skin was a milky white complexion that contrasted to the red blot which trickled down her head. Red... BLOOD! SHE'S BLEEDING!
The crowd inched closer towards the house, concerned about the girl holding her bleeding head. "Call 911" somebody murmured. "Get her to the hospital." Another called. But nobody moved. They all stood transfixed watching her.
"Ow!" Tomoyo suddenly paled, realizing the pain meant more than a sore bump. She was beginning to think that the liquid thing was the perfume but realized her mistake when the red fluid flowed down to her elbows, plain to her sight.
Tomoyo glared at the man. "Are you going to stand there all day?" She questioned not necessarily waiting for an answer.
Eriol realized that he had been staring and went closer to help the bleeding lady. "Sorry." He whispered, taking her hand away from the wound. At a closer inspection, he saw that the wound was small and sighed. "Do you have a first aid kit?" He asked.
Tomoyo felt a bit faint. "Inside. The wound's not that big, is it?" She asked worriedly.
"No." He answered but quickly realized that something else was wrong.
Tomoyo's knees buckled. The world blurred till there was nothing else but darkness.
"TOMOYO!" Sheila's scream was the last thing she heard before the darkness took over.
CHLOE...
Hope I didn't disappoint you with this chapter... & DON'T FORGET THE REVIEW, K?