I am sooooooooo sorry that I haven't updated in such a long time! Ducks random objects thrown by reviewers. Christmas break came and went like that -- snaps fingers –, and I started to write this when I was sick. Sorry if this chappie sux! Blame the sickness! Okay, review praises:
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On with the story.
Chapter Three: The Journal
I headed to an alley. It was far enough from the school. I had that cold feeling again, but I was glad I was free from school. Clap, clap, clap I heard from behind me. "Bravo, Rayna. Bravo." came a voice. It was male. I turned my head only to see a creepy looking man with fangs and red eyes. How did he know my name? I thought. "I know everything about you, Rayna. Even about your 'gift.'"
"Who are you?" I asked, recoiling. Was he a stalker?
"Why, I am your friend," he said, smiling. It showed off his fangs. I shivered.
"No, you're not. What do you want?!"
"This," he said slyly, "I want you to use this." He handed me a blank book; a journal. I took it, feeling a little guilty. Then I got mad again. I still didn't know who this guy was. "I'll never use it," I mumbled. He smirked. "Oh, don't worry about that, Rayna Gregor. It'll grow on you." With that, he left. Poof. Gone, just like that. I shivered again. Who was he? How did he know my last name?
Dear Journal,
I do not plan to write in you. I have never kept a journal for more than two days, so you can just forget it. I don't even know why I am writing in you now.
With that, I closed it. But then I opened it again. I added the date and signed my name at the bottom. I put it on my bookshelf (I had to set it up myself; nothing else had been unpacked), then left the room. Mom and Dad were downstairs, reading.
I walked out the door and over to Danny's house. He was not there, according to Jazz, so I went out looking for him. How hard would it be to find him? After flying for only about two minutes, I found him in the park.
He was battling the same person that had given me my journal. I saw him look at me, and I went cold. I started falling, falling, and I couldn't get myself to stop. Danny flew to my rescue. That was just what the other guy (Vlad, as I was gonna soon learn) wanted. He smiled, and shot an energy blast at Danny's back. Danny started falling, too. I was gonna die! I concentrated like I could never remember, and gained control. I floated over to a bench and laid Danny down as gently as I could.
Then I heard laughing. It was coming from Vlad. Did he enjoy seeing someone in pain? I guess so. I was mad. Mad at him, mad at the journal he had given me, mad that he had hurt Danny. I could feel the rage building up, and I couldn't stop it. I couldn't gain control! I blacked out, but not before I heard Vlad scream.
I recovered on my own this time. I was sprawled out on the ground in the park. Danny was still on the bench. At least he had not stayed in ghost form. That would attract some attention. Well, so would a girl sprawled out on the ground in the park. I think three people were looking down at me as I tried to regain consciousness. My head hurt like it as splitting down the middle, but I think that was all.
It was only when I got up did I realize that the journal had been neatly placed beneath me.
I grabbed it, and flew home in a hurry. I didn't even care who saw me. I was too confused at the moment to really care.
Dear Journal,
That crazy guy who gave you to me showed up again. He nearly killed my friend Danny, but I finally was smart enough to read his mind. Some help that was! All that I picked up was that his name was Vlad. My powers went haywire again. Vlad made me do it; he made me really mad! I'm pretty sure he got hurt. Danny was okay, I think. I hope.
Rayna
I shut the book, and laid it down near my mattress. It was only 7:30, and I was bored out of my skull. I thought of heading over to Danny's house, but I was afraid that he'd be hurt, so I decided to head over to Sam's. She lived fairly close, so it only took me minutes to get there. To my slight surprise, she was standing out on her small porch, reading a book. It was "The Hobbit."
I had totally forgotten about it, and by the looks of it, she was nearly finished with it. With all my luck, it was probably due that next day. "So, how do you like it?" I asked, trying to maintain my sanity. "I'm just surprised that I had never read it before," she replied with a shrug.
My mind clouded. What did she mean? "Um, what do you mean?" I asked. I could feel myself starting to sweat. "Didn't anyone tell you? You're not allowed to repeat books.If you've already read it, you aren't allowed to read it again. It's not fair that way."With that, she closed the book. "Finished," she replied, with a smile on her face. My blood ran cold. What was I supposed to do??? I did not know that there were other options! I flew home, and spilled my emotions out.
Dear Journal,
I am going to die! I have a book that I have to read, but not the right one! I don't even know the other choices! Why must life be so hard?! Well, at least I can spill my guts out here. Why am I writing in you so much anyway? Hmm, dunno. Good night.
Rayna
I woke with my journal slightly smothering me.I must've fallen asleep with it still in my hand.I had woken up about thirty minutes before I usuallywake upso I just stared into the empty pages of my journal. It was weird. Books are not meant to be blank. This one wasn't. It was waiting; waiting for me to fill it up.
My eyes strayed to the entry about the book. That sent an instant shot of adrenalin through my veins. Stupid journal! I thought, ready to throw it. I just kept staring at it, then decided to put it in my book bag.
Time is funny. It can go really fast, or really slow. Here, in those thirty extra minutes, it stopped. It felt like I was suspended in thin air. But I wasn't; I would know. It felt like I was being watched.
Finally, I decided to get up. I needed the head-start. I opened the window, and discovered that it was almost cold. With the weather in mind, I dragged out a long-sleeved black peasant shirt and a pair of colored-on jeans. From what I could tell, Mom and Dad were still asleep, so I snuck downstairs.I actually had a decent breakfast, and that made me feel better.
Any minute now... I thought. The bus should arrive any minute. Within minutes, the bus pulled up, and hauled me off to school.
My first instinct was to look for Danny. I strained to find him, but he was not there! Sam was in her usual place, so I sat by her. "Sam, do you know where Danny is?" I asked. "Hmm, he must be late or something," she said. Yeah, late...
Dear Journal,
I am in in-school detention. Mr. Lancer discovered my escape act yesterday, and is about ready to kill me. He doesn't really seem to mad about the book thing, though. That was excused cause I'm new... Oy! Here he comes!
Ray
"Miss Rayna. Never has a new student acted in such a manner. Paulina, the innocent girl you pelted with spaghetti yesterday, has refused to return to school as long as you are on the premises! What do you have to say for yourself?!" he raved.
I felt tears coming. His anger was focused on me. Me! Tears welled in my eyes till they burned. I couldn't hold them back. They flowed freely down my cheeks. "Don't think that I have any sympathy. You should know better," he replied, trying to sound nice. It wasn't working.
"Now, go back to class," Mr. Lancer shooed me out of his office. Thank goodness it was lunchtime. I raced down to the cafeteria, and saw that Danny had come to school after all.
Dear Journal,
Danny's here! I am sooooooooo glad! It makes me feel a lot better. Apparently, he just slept late. At least he doesn't seem too hurt.
Rayna
"Hey, Rayna, can't you give that thing a break?" Tucker asked me. You're one to talk! With your stupid P.D.A... I thought.Reluctantly, I shut it. Why did Tucker have to tell me what to do? I could write as much as I wanted! With that, I opened it up again.
Dear Journal,
I know that I just shut you, but I really didn't want to. Tucker sort of made me feel guilty. Why can't I put you down? Because you don't make rude remarks! You're nice! But I am writing a bit obsessively. I've only had you for two days, and this is what? The sixth entry? Why can't I put you down???!!!
Rayna!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Uh, Rayna, why are you stabbing your book?" It was Danny. I looked at the page, and saw huge black spots where I had stabbed the book. "Uh, um... er...I dunno," I replied dumbly.
"Why not you give that thing a break? Hmm?" In one swift movement, he grabbed the book and shut it in front of my face. I felt pain, like someone pulling my hair.
"No," I mumbled quietly. "Hmm?" he asked. Was he mocking me? "No," I said louder. "Why not?" now he was teasing. "No!" I shouted. Was he building up my anger on purpose???
I could feel my rage rising. "I can't hear you!" he sang. That did it. I felt myself losing control, again! Too bad that was what Danny wanted. I fired my rage shot at Danny, but blocked with my journal!
It went up in a black fire, burning every page to a fine ash and cinder. In that one second, I felt a great weight lifted off ofme.
I felt like crying, but since for the second time in three days, I lost control of my powers in the cafeteria, I ran. I ran as fast as I could without flying. Finding small sanctuary in the girls locker room, I stayed in there as long as time would allow me.
There, I cried. I cried the days that brought me most grief, but mostly, I cried about how I had been tricked by Vlad. What did he want from me? I couldn't figure it out. I cried and thought until the bell rang, then retreated to the nurses office.
I told the nurse that I felt sick and asked if I could call my parents. I needed to get out of school. I needed to tell them. I needed to tell them everything, no matter how much trouble I was gonna get in.
Okay, there's the third chapter. This one's a bit longer than I thought it would be. I am sorry that this took so long, but it was bloody hard coming up with the idea! I'm trying to be original here! Okay, four reviews, as usual. That's about it. Until I update, bye!
-DaydreamingTurtle-
