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Ariana slammed the snooze button on her alarm clock with all the force her exhausted body could muster; she then began her mental mantra of 'snow day'. After hitting the cursed button repetitively, she flopped out of the nice warm bed and landed cold hard carpet. Groaning she stumbled into the bathroom tossed her glasses on the counter, and opened her contact case. With one hand she pried her eyelids apart and stuck the soft plastic onto her eye.
She applied her makeup, the same way she always did. She brushed her hair and pulled it back into a ponytail, the same way she always did. And she tossed on a baggie sweatshirt and jeans, the same way she always did. She did everything just the same as always, except that everything wouldn't be as it had always been.
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As soon as she arrived at school, five minutes late to be precise, she sprinted down the hall to the morning's first class. Ordinarily it wouldn't have been an issue that she was late, but her teacher, the lenient Mr. Shoe, was out for two long and painful weeks because his wife was having a baby, which meant that she was stuck with Mr. Snowdenbourg. He was a short thin bald man, recently retired, who liked to take the bitterness associated with his baldness out on the students, especially late ones.
His back was turned when she entered and she quickly slipped into her seat, seemingly unnoticed. "Ah Miss Springfield, how good of you to join us. Is there a reason that you would like to share with the students who understand the definition of prompt as to why you are tardy?" There was a short pause as he pondered the list of names before him, to locate a name to call her. She ducked her head and avoided eye contact, Ariana had learned long ago that talking to teachers never ended in anything but a huge black pit of badness, and so she mumbled a quick no.
The clock was truly against her, she swore she saw it move backward, but then the bell sang its flat tune and she darted out of the classroom far ahead of the rest, turned up the stairs and made her way to the silent library. It was big and open, and had a large sky light above the computers. She had often pondered as to why it had more computers than books in it, but never felt the need to question smith about it. She turned and walked into his office, Ariana never knocked and Smith knew immediately that it was her, and his typing did not falter in the slightest. "How was last nights patrol?" Many of the students found Mr. Smith somewhat odd; he wore a hat that had gone out of style in the 1970's and attire that followed suit.
"Same as the night before, there's been an increase in their numbers; I've gotten to the point where I can't tell the pure from the tainted." Ariana replied picking up a stake from his desk and inspecting it, twirling it through her fingers with grace.
"There is only so much you can do, just keep trying, you'll get the hang of it eventually. Now get to class." His words fell in line with the steady tapping of the keys. Ariana hopped off the desk leaving the stake there and continued on her way throughout the day.
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At lunch she slipped in the back gym hall way with a Slushy and Tostitos and waited for her friends, Van was the first to arrive, tossing his backpack across the tiny hall, and attempting to flip his overly jelled hair with a dramatic sigh. "Do you have any idea how boring it is to learn about how much we haven't changed in the past hundred years? I just sat there learning about all the hopes and dreams the people had stashed in their heads in the year 2000, only to find out that most of them haven't even been researched. There is no cure for Cancer or AIDS, we don't fly around in little hover crafts. About the only thing that's been invented in the past hundred years are the world's largest toaster oven, and a couple new kinds of vampires."
"Here comes Zahra, don't get her started or we'll never move on."
"Yeah, she does have this tendency to rant doesn't she?" he points out this fact while tapping on the bottom of his slushy cup in an attempt to reach it frozen contents stuck at the top. It dumps all over his face, just like it does every day. Zahra was prepared for this and tosses him a few napkins as she sits down, pulling the extended long mouse brown hair over her shoulder.
"Why do you always to that Donovan? You would think that at some point you would learn, but no. You know, one of these days your going to be walking down the street, you'll stop, rip open you chest, pull out your heart, hold it in front of you and go 'Ah Ha, I did it!' and keel over dead." Zahra acts out the motions as she explains this fact; it only emphasizes her point to a comic effect.
"Probably." He answers simply.
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At sunset, Ariana stuffs her sweatshirt with wooden stakes and climbs out her window down the tree, and past the dinning room window. She walks calmly to the park. Some part of her wishes that her parents knew about her, what she was. And so she carries on her nightly routine, stabbing dead things with wood. A vampire attacks her from behind and she is trapped within his grasp, just as she feels the sharp fangs grazing her neck, he disintegrates into nothing but ash beneath her feet. Ariana turns around, expecting to see Van or Z, even Smith.
But everything is not as it once was, and instead she looked up to find a gentleman, no more than twenty seven years old. Long dark hair, and dark eyes to match, with a small, somewhat arrogant smile, adorned his face. Ariana felt all the air leave the room, this registered to her as being somewhat odd, being outdoors and all, but she quickly moved past the idea. "Who are you?" she questioned in a voice that thankfully sounded more commanding than it felt.
"My name is Mormegil, I have been sent to help you."
Ariana slammed the snooze button on her alarm clock with all the force her exhausted body could muster; she then began her mental mantra of 'snow day'. After hitting the cursed button repetitively, she flopped out of the nice warm bed and landed cold hard carpet. Groaning she stumbled into the bathroom tossed her glasses on the counter, and opened her contact case. With one hand she pried her eyelids apart and stuck the soft plastic onto her eye.
She applied her makeup, the same way she always did. She brushed her hair and pulled it back into a ponytail, the same way she always did. And she tossed on a baggie sweatshirt and jeans, the same way she always did. She did everything just the same as always, except that everything wouldn't be as it had always been.
????????????????????????????????????
As soon as she arrived at school, five minutes late to be precise, she sprinted down the hall to the morning's first class. Ordinarily it wouldn't have been an issue that she was late, but her teacher, the lenient Mr. Shoe, was out for two long and painful weeks because his wife was having a baby, which meant that she was stuck with Mr. Snowdenbourg. He was a short thin bald man, recently retired, who liked to take the bitterness associated with his baldness out on the students, especially late ones.
His back was turned when she entered and she quickly slipped into her seat, seemingly unnoticed. "Ah Miss Springfield, how good of you to join us. Is there a reason that you would like to share with the students who understand the definition of prompt as to why you are tardy?" There was a short pause as he pondered the list of names before him, to locate a name to call her. She ducked her head and avoided eye contact, Ariana had learned long ago that talking to teachers never ended in anything but a huge black pit of badness, and so she mumbled a quick no.
The clock was truly against her, she swore she saw it move backward, but then the bell sang its flat tune and she darted out of the classroom far ahead of the rest, turned up the stairs and made her way to the silent library. It was big and open, and had a large sky light above the computers. She had often pondered as to why it had more computers than books in it, but never felt the need to question smith about it. She turned and walked into his office, Ariana never knocked and Smith knew immediately that it was her, and his typing did not falter in the slightest. "How was last nights patrol?" Many of the students found Mr. Smith somewhat odd; he wore a hat that had gone out of style in the 1970's and attire that followed suit.
"Same as the night before, there's been an increase in their numbers; I've gotten to the point where I can't tell the pure from the tainted." Ariana replied picking up a stake from his desk and inspecting it, twirling it through her fingers with grace.
"There is only so much you can do, just keep trying, you'll get the hang of it eventually. Now get to class." His words fell in line with the steady tapping of the keys. Ariana hopped off the desk leaving the stake there and continued on her way throughout the day.
????????????????????????????????????
At lunch she slipped in the back gym hall way with a Slushy and Tostitos and waited for her friends, Van was the first to arrive, tossing his backpack across the tiny hall, and attempting to flip his overly jelled hair with a dramatic sigh. "Do you have any idea how boring it is to learn about how much we haven't changed in the past hundred years? I just sat there learning about all the hopes and dreams the people had stashed in their heads in the year 2000, only to find out that most of them haven't even been researched. There is no cure for Cancer or AIDS, we don't fly around in little hover crafts. About the only thing that's been invented in the past hundred years are the world's largest toaster oven, and a couple new kinds of vampires."
"Here comes Zahra, don't get her started or we'll never move on."
"Yeah, she does have this tendency to rant doesn't she?" he points out this fact while tapping on the bottom of his slushy cup in an attempt to reach it frozen contents stuck at the top. It dumps all over his face, just like it does every day. Zahra was prepared for this and tosses him a few napkins as she sits down, pulling the extended long mouse brown hair over her shoulder.
"Why do you always to that Donovan? You would think that at some point you would learn, but no. You know, one of these days your going to be walking down the street, you'll stop, rip open you chest, pull out your heart, hold it in front of you and go 'Ah Ha, I did it!' and keel over dead." Zahra acts out the motions as she explains this fact; it only emphasizes her point to a comic effect.
"Probably." He answers simply.
????????????????????????????????????
At sunset, Ariana stuffs her sweatshirt with wooden stakes and climbs out her window down the tree, and past the dinning room window. She walks calmly to the park. Some part of her wishes that her parents knew about her, what she was. And so she carries on her nightly routine, stabbing dead things with wood. A vampire attacks her from behind and she is trapped within his grasp, just as she feels the sharp fangs grazing her neck, he disintegrates into nothing but ash beneath her feet. Ariana turns around, expecting to see Van or Z, even Smith.
But everything is not as it once was, and instead she looked up to find a gentleman, no more than twenty seven years old. Long dark hair, and dark eyes to match, with a small, somewhat arrogant smile, adorned his face. Ariana felt all the air leave the room, this registered to her as being somewhat odd, being outdoors and all, but she quickly moved past the idea. "Who are you?" she questioned in a voice that thankfully sounded more commanding than it felt.
"My name is Mormegil, I have been sent to help you."