Disclaim: I only own what's in the claim area! this is my last claim/disclaim for the whole story, live with it.
Claim: I own Rayne & her family. I also own the story plot, the limo driver, the teachers, and of course, some of the girls who giggle and laugh in future contexts. Oh, I almost forgot, I own sucky poems to, unfortunately
Ulrich's POV.
Her room seemed to make an affect on her because she was almost in tears when she looked around. she seemed nice enough but there was something about her that made me want to learn more, like she was only showing us a one small tree from a gigantic forest. I set the things down on her bed and a book fell from the box, I picked it up. It was bound very nicely, like a real book, but when I opened it, there was writing. I quickly stared at her, she was looking at the pictures, and I opened to the first page.
Why is she afraid
Of that word she screams
It whispers in my ear
And haunts my dreams
That woman who seems strong
awakes at night
It was the name
She tries to keep quiet
But I hear the name
No I don't
It's not the same
XANA's been replaced
It's a different word now
Or is it a name?
I can't figure it out
I wish I had asked her
When she was still here
Now I scream the name
Now I feel the fear
What is that word?
Her hand writing was neat, I looked up.
"That's not my best poem," Ryane was right next to me, reading over my shoulder, I jumped a little and she smiled.
"Oh? It has meaning though. Some things aren't perfect but they have strong meanings," I told her, she looked astonished, then Aelita's phone rang and I looked at her.
"It's Jeremie," She said softly. I groaned.
"All ready?" I couldn't believe it; we haven't even been here three days.
"No, he says that we need to talk about... something," she made sure to emphasize something while she looked at Ryane.
"Uh, we have to go but I was wondering, if these weren't your only copies, if I could borrow them," I asked, book in my hand.
"I have everything up here," she pointed to her head, "and on a disc."
"Thanks Ryane."
"Oh, please, call me Rayne, everyone else does," she gave a warm smile. I smiled back,
"Rayne then." I said confidently.
I turned and walked out of the room after Aelita who was waiting down the hall.
"Did you find anything?" she asked. I held up the book.
"I think," I assured her as we walked to jeremie's room.
"What's up," I asked cautiously.
"Odd wants to talk to Franz Hopper, did you find anything?"
"You tell me," I showed him the poem." She doesn't know anything but the names, nothing at all. I think she heard them from someone else, someone close to her."
"Hey! why'd she let you see the poems but she freaked out on me," odd asked, a little put out by the idea. Then he looked at the page more carefully.
"This isn't the same book as the one I saw. The one I saw had a light blue cover, this one's dark green, also, the dates on this poem goes back seven years, and the handwriting is more sloppy," he took the book and turned the book to a page near the end, "The poem I seen isn't here either."
"Okay genius, we have to go if we want to be back in time for dinner," Jeremie pointed out. If this book went back seven years then she must have been writing when she was six. How could a six year old write like she could? It just didn't make sense.
I know, I know it was stupid (sigh). I just didn't feel like writing today, sorry it was short. Please remember that if a sorry is worth writing then it is worth reading. Thank you sooo much reviewers. signing off as Tears-of-Jezebel