A/N: Hello readers! This is my first (serious) attempt at a fic and I welcome ALL comments (excluding those I don't like)! Most of this was written at school while I was supposed to be doing something… I hope it wasn't important. Oh well! Read and Review! Luv ya!
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Chapter One: I Can't See the Dead… Anymore"Suze! Suuuuzzzzee! SUSANNAH SIMON!" Uhhhh…What is that God-awful noise! "Suze! It is 6:45 and if you aren't ready within the next ten minutes we are leaving without you!" Oh my God! 6:45! Sister Ernestine will kill me if I'm late for the first day of school!
Dopey crept into view as I bolted upright. Leaning against the doorframe he said, " Susie, trying to squeeze in more beauty sleep isn't going to make you and less revolting." Did he just day what I think he said? I jumped off the bed quicker than he had anticipated, sinking my fist into his unguarded gut. " Don't. Call. Me. Susie." With each word I ground my fist further in his stomach.
Dopey, gasping for air, could only muster a, " I'll tell dad." It's actually kind of sad, the standards the wrestling team had to have been considerably lowered for someone like Brad to make the team. I know I can throw a punch; but come on, I'm more of a kickboxing type of girl.
I slammed the door in the face of the still breathless figure hunched over in front of my room. Randomly snatching a couple of hangers from my closet, I rushed into my bathroom. Five minutes later I emerged, clad in my Ramones t-shirt and one of those bo-ho style skirt. My teeth were brushed, a swipe of mascara graced my eyelashes and a shiny lip-gloss wand was in my hand waiting to be used. I snatched my book bag of the window seat and burst down the stairs.
Halfway down I realized that my feet were bare and stumbled back up the stairs. Grabbing the sandals resting at the foot of the bed I retraced my steps. Bursting through the front door, attempting to put on my recently acquired footwear I rushed after the car exiting the driveway. Sleepy slowed down long enough for me to get most of my body in the vehicle before speeding away.
I pulled the door closed, readjusted my shoes, and let out a sigh of relief. "Jesus! Could you take any freaking longer," Dopey questioned. Only he didn't say freaking. I turned my head to glare at him. Getting my message he shut-up and visibly pulled his backpack closer to his chest; therefore, protecting his stomach.
We made it to assembly with minutes to spare. After Sister Ernestine lectured us on the appropriate attire for school (I attend high school at a historical mission so our appearance has to be presentable for the tourists and stuff), Father Dominic approached the podium and welcomed us back to school. After a few brief words, he signaled for the teachers and sisters to hand out our schedules for the year. I obtained the piece of paper telling me where to go and when, then headed off the find my two best friends, Adam and CeeCee. I spotted CeeCee talking to Adam next to his locker. They were kind of hard to miss, considering the fact that CeeCee is an albino. To tell the truth Adam kind of reminds me of Xander in Buffy the Vampire Slayer, in looks and in attitude.
I walked over and barely managed to say hey before I heard a familiar voice whisper in my ear, " Hello Susannah." I felt my heart swell in my chest. Jesse! He's the only guy that has ever insisted called me Susannah. As I twirled around I realized I was wrong. The guy that had whispered in my ear wasn't Jesse. Unlike Jesse, this guy had blonde hair and, although he was tan, his skin was nowhere near the perfect shade that graced Jesse's skin.
My heart sank and I felt faint. It wasn't Jesse. It was none other than Tristan DuGrey. The other guy that insists on calling me Susannah. See I thought that it was Jesse because he's the only guy that calls me Susannah… in this century. Yep you heard me. Century. Tristan, like Jesse, was born in the 1800's. Unlike Jesse, he didn't have an aura thing going on. He didn't have an aura thing going on because he wasn't dead. He couldn't be. I can't see the dead…anymore.
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