So sorry that it took so long to get this chapter written but I was crazy busy all the time and didn't want to be only half in the story. Umm I hope I didn't lose all you guys or make you mad or anything it's just how it is.
Chapter Three
Silence
"Lily I was only kidding. Well sort of. My dad really does hate werewolves."
"And what do you think about werewolves Xander?" Alex Cringes and Lily shrugs. "I told you I like it."
"Well me I don't believe they exist."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah why they hell should they exist? I mean think about it Lily does it make logical sense for them to?"
"Well I guess not, but does anything these days? What does your dad say to your disbelief?"
"It kind of angers him that I don't worry about it so he always makes sure I am wearing this when I leave the house." He holds up a silver disc on a chain.
"Doesn't your father know anything?"
"Excuse me?"
"In order for a werewolf to even be harmed by silver they have to have an open wound first or by the object making silver bullets much more practical." Alex gives her a strange look. "Or so I've read in all the good werewolf books."
Jeez that was close.
"…. Any way see you after school I have to go to class so unless you have Art next…"
"Umm no actually I have…" Pauses to look for her schedule.
Shit Where the hell did I put it.
"I actually have no idea where I'm going Xander, so most likely the place I'm headed is the office to get another copy of my schedule."
"See you then."
"Yeah."
"Hi I'm Lily Gandillion. I kind of lost my schedule and was wondering if you could tell me where I'm supposed to be headed."
"Sure thing" Office secretary types some things into the computer then looks back up. "Right now you have literature and composition in room 204 and after that you… oh lucky you, you have a free period, but be warned we do not have an open campus policy so you'll have to stay on campus."
"Then what the hell is the purpose of a free period?"
"That is a very good question."
"Alright well thanks anyway."
"Any time Miss. Gandillion."
"Open your journals to the first page and write on the topic on the board for the next 30 minuets."
30 minuets?? How the hell am I supposed to write for that long? Eeergh! What's the topic anyway that could be so important that I could write for 30 min.?
She started to read the board.
Think back to the last time that you were really happy write about it in full detail, and don't forget your MLA heading.
Lily Gandillion
Cicely Grant
Lit. and Comp. 3
September 1 2008
Happiness
My name as you have already read unless you are stupid is Lily Gandillion. I haven't been happy in a really long time. This is due to the fact that my parents were shot when I was about six. But you don't care do you? You just want me to tell you about the last time I was happy so that you can say that you accomplished something in teaching me. So hear it goes. The last time I was happy was when I came home after the first day of first grade. That day I had been teased all day by a girl whose name I don't even remember any more though it seemed important at the time. She thought the world revolved around her and thought it ok to taunt kids who she thought less then her so naturally I ended up at the end of her joke. That day she decided to spread gossip that I was a dessert thief. Laugh if you want but because of that little lie no one wanted to sit by me for the rest of the day. When I got home my mom wanted to know why I was so upset. When I told her she took me by the hand and led me to the woods by our house and we spent the rest of the afternoon in the woods playing and that night baking cookies for my class. My mother always taught me to turn the other cheek and always to just ignore the bad things people say about me. Whether this always works or not doesn't matter. What matters is that it has always stuck with me. There you happy now that you can tell the board I'm learning something. Okay so apparently when your finished you just keep writing because apparently 20 minuets of writing isn't enough to satisfy your need to see students suffer and when I told you I didn't know what else to write that didn't work for you. You told me to just write whatever I think about so here it goes. Get ready for a look inside of the head of Lily Gandillion.
Why does that clock keep ticking? When every one is quiet it is so loud and annoying. I kind of want to shoot it, or since I don't have a gun throw something at it large enough to break it. Then you would probably send me to the office and I wouldn't have to do any more of your stupid writing assignments. Well today at least. My foster mom would be pretty disappointed though, especially if the tendencies continued. But what do I care what she thinks any way. What does it matter she's only like the tenth foster parent I've had since my parents were killed. She's just one more. And ya know they always say oh they were trapped in a fire. They were burned by accident. Well guess what I know better I saw them shot, shot by crazy, insane people, with silver bullets. And do you know how I know that? Oh look times up. I guess you don't get to know my little piece of insanity.
"See" Cicely said smiling. "I told you, you could find something to write about."