Boxing

Gabriella walked into the girl's bathroom. Gladly, she was the only one there, so no drama queens were there to hog the mirror. Gabriella looked at herself. She wasn't pleased, and she was pleased at the same time. In less than twenty-four hours, she had changed a whole lot. Mirrors? When did she start caring about how she looked at the moment? Make-up? She ran her fingers through her hair in stress. She wasn't liking this at all. All she was now was like all the other girls. And why did she do this? To impress Troy? To be like the other girls? To have more friends? This was very confusing to her. Did she want this, or did she not want this? What she knew for sure was to keep the old Gabriella still. The bell rang and Gabriella just stayed there in the bathroom. She sat on the sink, and closed her eyes. She wasn't going to sleep. She just had to think. She wanted to take advantage of the peace and quiet she had. All of a sudden, tears started flowing from her closed eyes. She needed her mother at this point. No doubt about it. She had to have her help with her decisions. She regrets staying behind her mother when the bullet was flying at them. She regrets not saving her life. Although she didn't think it, it wasn't her fault at all. She was only in the fifth grade when it happened. What was she to do?

Mrs. Darbus cleared her throat; she looked up from her folder, which held all the names of the students. "Nathan Meson?" She asked pushing up her glasses. The person whose name she called raised his hand. "Gabriella Montez?" Silence. She looked at Gabriella's seat, and then eyed the class. "Does anyone know where Miss Montez is?" She asked. Silence. "Did anyone see her earlier this morning?"

"I did Mrs. Darbus," Taylor said.

"Thank you Miss McKessie. Did you see where she went after that?"

Taylor though for a second. She did say yes even though she knew where because of all the trouble they went through. Mrs. Darbus sighed. She nodded and continued the attendance. Afterwards, she began talking about the work of William Shakespeare, though she had already talked about it a million times.

Troy wasn't paying much attention to the aged woman's speech. Instead, with his chin in his hand and dreamily eyes, he was thinking about the brief conversation he had earlier at his locker with Gabriella.

"Uh…uh…do I know you?" He asked.

"Yep, I'm Gabriella."

"Prove it." He told her.

Gabriella brought up the sleeves to her dress. "The bullets?"

"I still don't think so."

Gabriella sighed and punched his arm. "There?"

He grabbed his arm in pain. "Yep…I believe you."

Gabriella smiled pleasingly. "Don't think that my hit isn't the same. It is."

She had cast a spell on him and it couldn't come off. But when it came to practice time for Boxing, would it change?

I know that was extremely short, but I wanted to talk about these reviews I got last time.

1.This review is from:

BrazilianPrincess.

She said, "I liked it, I think you're moving a little too fast, maybe you could slow it down a bit. Update soon."

Yeah, I think so, too, but I guess I should said two months passed, right? Ha ha:) Next up:

Xvanessaxhudgensxfanx.

They said, "Great so far!! Update soon!! xx"

Thank you so much! First, before I move on, I've been on a lot of stress. Here, and at my home. I found out there are flamers on Fan Fiction and I'm trying to keep my stories very good. When flamers favorite you or your story, it means they think you're one of the worst writers, or you have one of the worst stories.

On a lighter note, here's a review from Music lover 4 life: "I like this story because it's an original story…keep up the great work".

I was hoping for it not to be original, but still good. But thanks!

Last review from nostalqicleigh: "I love your stories, and they are really well written. The only thing I think bugs people is that you don't check spelling, and the story loses its entertainment level when that happens. Just spell check with Microsoft Word – all computers have it. Thanks for the chapter update! :)".

I do spell check, all the time matter of fact. I don't know what words I spelled wrong because I always correct it. And no problem about the update:)

2.I am writing a new story that is called "Welcome to the Jungle". Please check it out and review.

3.I'm writing a new one shot called Thirsted. Here's a preview:

Struggling to lift myself up from my bed with weak early-bird muscles, I grunted when I got a glance from the clock. 6: 11 AM it read. I flopped back down on the soft cushion. I never understood why people like me woke up so early. Well, creatures like me. I tried going to sleep but it was a complication. I tossed and turned, but nothing was helping me. I finally came to the decision to just get up from under the silky, lavender colored blanket to get ready for my new school. In my mother and I moved to Arizona from living in New York. I liked New York a little, but that's only because of all of the sights and museums. The reason why I didn't like it was because there were too many humans. Too much blood, which drove me crazy. After getting dressed into a jeans and a blouse that matched my blanket, I walked downstairs to the kitchen for breakfast, and found that my mother, Lorraine, was making eggs. Yuck. I hated eggs because; it's like a boneless chicken with no meat. Of course she made it scrambled, but people like me didn't eat stuff like that. We when we eat, we only eat meat. Every time when I smell blood, I remember to use my mind instead of my nose and stomach. I greeted my mother with a good morning. She responded with the same words then asked why I was up so early. To cover up quickly, I told her that I was so excited for school I woke up at six. She was dumb enough to believe that. I clicked on the TV in the kitchen. The news popped up. There was a headline talking about vampires. "Vampires: Real or Not?" It read. I rolled my eyes. Lorraine heard the anchors talking about it, and said, "everybody knows there's no such thing as vampires," she scoffed. I turned my head. I wanted to defend my species, but that would give away my secret.

"Are there really Vampire Humans?" The anchor said.

Without thinking, I started to speak up. "Even if there was vampires, they wouldn't be humans, they'd be disguised as humans. Because it'd already be a vampire!" I stated, outraged. Lorraine looked at me confused. "Never mind," I mumbled. Thank Lord of the Vampires she brushed it off. Oh, you guys don't say "oh, Lord of the Vampires". I forgot. Sorry. It basically means oh my God. Anyways, I hope you got the idea how I am not a human. I am a vampire, a vampire who drinks blood, and all that jazz. We live for a very long time. I was born seventeen years ago, to Zachary Montez, who is also a vampire. Full vampire. My mother is not, which is why she is so clueless on what I like to eat. Lorraine doesn't know about my father not being human, because when they'd kiss, nothing would happen to her. It is a myth when people say if a vampire kisses a human, the human becomes a vampire also. It is not true. You have to bite them on the neck, duh! Doesn't anyone know anything? Right…you're not vampires. Sorry. In the meantime, Lorraine was placing a plate of yucky yellow stuff in front of my face. I looked down at it disgusted.

I wrote a lot more. It will be very long because I have too many series. Oh, and here's a quick thing to think about.

There…there was a part of me…who knew I couldn't let him go.

But I had to…

We just couldn't be together…

But…what can you do when you love someone?

One more thing: Read the note at the end of Welcome to the Jungle.

Thanks for reading! Bye! Review!