:Innocence Can Kill:

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:Chapter 3:

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"Hey Alice!" Mayura called cheerfully from the hallway, her arm looped around yet another guy's elbow. Alice turned, smiling.

"Hey Sis..."she said, then stopped as she recognized the boy. It was the guy who she had run from! Her cheeks flamed in embarrassment, and she hung her head.

Mayura merely raised a perfectly arched eyebrow, laughing slightly. "Alice, this is Kyo. He's on the archery team with me. Kyo, this is Alice, my little sister."

Alice winced slightly. She hated being called the 'little sister.' She chanced a glance at Kyo's face, and he smiled at her, a glint of recognition showing in his facial expression.

"Hello, nice to meet you," he said politely, inclining his head. Alice let out the breath she had been holding- at least he didn't bring up that incident... Mayura smiled again, perfect wavy blond hair swishing against Kyo's bare forearm.

She waved as she continued down the hallway, engaged in conversation with her new ornament. With a sigh, Alice dipped her head back down and hugged her books to her chest, auburn bangs coming in front of her eyes. She had just come out of German class... luckily, no one had let their eyes linger near her long enough to look at her desk. It wouldn't be too long, though, she knew. Someone would find out- and they would turn to her.

A bell sounded in her ears- the bell for dismissal. So school was over... what a relief. Absently, she tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear, twisting them slightly around her finger. She had to check the entries for Mr. Hachimura

She turned into the library entrance, going to the box where the entries were collected. In the school they had a literary magazine each month called Transport. The student body put in poems and/or stories, and they were inserted in the magazine.

Mr. Hachimura ran the magazine, since he was the only teacher not coaching a sports team. And Alice had made the mistake of agreeing to help him with the club- no one else was crazy enough to. All the teachers asked her to do things other students wouldn't do- they knew she would never refuse.

She reached the admission box, peering inside as she took of the lid. It had a big pile of papers in it... that was strange. Usually there was only a paper or two. Mr. Hachimura would have a party...

She leafed through them, counting the pages. 35. "Wow..." she whispered, whistling softly. She went through the pile once more, separating the works. A few of them were poems, and she put them in separate piles. The rest... was all one story. She stared at it in amazement. How could a thirty-page story be published in a literary magazine? It was impossible. She glanced at it again, then shook her head. She would come back to it later. For now, she would glance over the poems, editing any grammar mistakes. The first poem was a joke- some sappy love poem that a guy had obviously written in a matter of ten seconds (It was on torn loose-leaf paper in pencil).

Love

I love peaches.

I love pie.

I love you Marie,

So do you want to get together for some fries?

-Jace

Alice suppressed a snort and put the paper aside. What was this, a dating magazine? She picked up the next paper. This one was neater, though not by much.

Sports

Feel the power,

Feel the punch,

It gets me high,

Even at lunch.

At basketball,

I feel so tall,

I want to fly,

The game is mine.

-Brad Larak

This one should be titled 'Gatorade'... she thought with a laugh. She placed it on the pile with the other one, then moved on to the next paper. So far, this was great. She was getting a lot of amusement... Something she hadn't had for a while. A real smile. Three more poems to go...

School

I love school.

The books, the rules?

Politics will be my gain,

Though people question if I'm sane.

I will surpass them all I know,

Just give me a textbook and off I go!

I will study, hard and true,

To be the best,

Way better than YOU!

-Willard Sanchez III

Big surprise who that is... Alice thought. Willard was nice, for the most part. He was the smartest kid in school, and he knew it too. He had orange-red hair, and a permanent smirk. He used to wear thick glasses, but now he wore contacts. Alice didn't mind him much... he ignored her, just like everyone else. Two more poems to go.

My Heart

You once made the tears overflow,

One after another, they wouldn't seem to go.

Now I feel so numb, no feeling is left,

You left me here, alone and bereft.

How could you have done this?

You cut me so deep

I don't think I will ever heal,

You've killed me in my sleep.

I thought you were my prince,

My happily ever after.

But now it seems...

That I will never love again.

Save me from this misery,

Shoot me while I'm weak,

Now that you have found my weakness,

I know I shouldn't have let you in so deep.

Why won't you leave?

Your endless picture... still etched in my mind,

The thought of life without you..

To you my heart is forever signed...

Away.

-Anon.

Tears were swimming in her eyes, and she blinked them away. That poem... it seemed to touch so deeply. Even though Alice had never known love, she wept for the anonymous author. Wept for the joy that she would never know... and never wished to know. With a trembling hand, she placed that paper as well on the pile. Only one more poem to go...

Always Watching

Forever wishing;

Always.

I wish you could hear.

But you don't.

I wish you could see what is meant for you to see.

But you don't

You can't see the truth-

It's right in front of you.

Can you see me watching you?

Alone in the shadows?

Can you hear my heartbeat-

So close in sync to yours?

You must know it is destined-

You and I.

You and I...

We are meant to be- you should see it.

But you don't.

You are meant for so much more- you should know it...

But you don't.

You sit there,

Alone.

I watch you,

Alone.

And my heart aches for you,

Nothing is more heart-rending than this.

You close off your heart to all-

Don't you see the darkness growing within you?

You should see it.

But you don't.

You are mine...

Alice.

Her heart almost jumped out of chest. She jumped up, dropping the paper to the ground. Her pulse sounded wildly in her ears, her eyes wide with shock. Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump...

It wasn't possible. She laughed, though her voice sounded high and foreign to her ears. It wasn't- it couldn't. She slowly sank into the chair again, hands trembling. She didn't dare glance down at the paper. It had to be another Alice. But what other Alice's were in the school? None.

She glanced back down at the paper. The words were still there. You are mine... Alice. Without a thought she jumped back up, grabbed the papers off her desk, and ran the couple blocks from the school to her house.

As if she could run from fate itself.

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A/N: BWAHAHAHA! A long chapter! At least, I think it it… -pouts- It was fun to write, especially the poems… lol.

Yeah… I spelled 'Rangu' wrong… sorry people. And the teacher.. I just made up a name… x.x

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