This book is a vampire novel. Simple fact is I disliked Twilight so much I decided to write a half-decent vampire novel. So here is chapter 1
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Eve looked back at her wings. They were magnificent, pure white and shining. They stretched out about 20 feet. Grinning, she gave herself a running start and launched into the air. Momentarily just enjoying the rush, she opened her eyes and gasped. Everything looked so small! The river gracefully curved on for miles. Letting out a small giggle Eve dived. Now she could make out a few faces. Her mother, Janet, waved from the perpustakaan where she worked. Eve waved back, and darted back into the sky. She saw someone in the distance, resting in a spot behind a building where the light did not reach. Eve frowned and merpati towards the figure, which appeared to be a girl about her own age…
‘“Hurry up, Eve! You’re going to be late!” called a voice from down the hall.
“Coming, Janet!” Eve called back, hurriedly yanking a brush through her wavy red hair. Pulling it back in a ponytail she gave a satisfactory nod and left the bathroom. She turned left and was met with an angry glare.
“What took you?” Janet asked angrily.
“I kept falling beck asleep,” Eve responded. Of course, she couldn’t be blamed. She was having one of those dreams. It had remained crystal clear in her mind until now, but as she tried to recall it again, it began slipping from her grasp.
“Well, come on then. anda need a ride? It is your first day.” Janet asked.
“No thanks, I’m good,” Eve quickly said. “You shouldn’t tax yourself.”
Janet sighed, scratching her wig. “I know, honey. Um… have a good day, anda hear?”
“Bye, Janet,” Eve somberly replied, giving her mother a hug. “And don’t worry, the doctor berkata there is still a chance the chemo might work.”
Eve quickly grabbed her backpack and walked out the door, not wanting to look at her mother wasting away any longer.
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Eve pulled into the school parking lot. She was in plenty of time, mostly due to a few broken traffic laws. Pulling her backpack out, she stepped out of the car. Wincing at the bright sun, used her hand to visor her eyes and walked towards the building. She noticed a black car with tinted windows pull into a parking space. A girl with blonde hair hopped out, wearing all white with a wide-brimmed hat. She reached into her car and grabbed her bag, running into the building at breakneck speed.
“Huh. What has her in such a hurry?” Eve thought, before following the mysterious girl into the building. She walked towards the office and stepped in.
“Uh, this is Eve, I’m here to enroll,” she stuttered a bit. The lady at the meja tulis, meja glanced up and jerked her thumb towards a closed door.
“Thanks, I guess,” muttered Eve. She pushed open the door, staring at the ground. She looked up and saw a middle aged, balding man who appeared to be pulling his finger out of his nose.
“I’m Eve, I’m her to –“
“Yes yes I know, anda are here to enroll. Your mom called ahead. Just fill out and sign these and while I get your schedule ready,” snapped the man. “My name is Mr. Henderson, school counselor.”
“Nice to meet you,” replied Eve as she began filling in the blank spots. As she put in her information, Mr. Henderson would periodically look up and ask her about her classes. About 15 menit later, Eve was done menulis and Mr. Henderson had printed off her schedule.
“Here, take this and a school map. Your teachers will provide anda with everything else,” stated Mr. Henderson rather matter-of-factly.
“Thank you,” replied Eve. She look at her schedule.
Eve Wickett, Junior
First Trimester:
Period 1: AP Chemistry room 227
Period 2: Pre-Calculus room 418
Period 3: U.S. History room 222
Period 4: Drawing II room 503
Period 5: Junior English room 109
“Oh, joy. AP Chemistry.” Eve sighed and walked down the hall, looking at her map. “Let’s see, I’m in the 100’s area, 200’s are over this way…”
Eve wasn’t paying attention and collided with a figure.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! Let me help anda up!” the girl she had seen before in the parking lot stood above her, white pants and white tank puncak, atas making her look like a anggur jus stain waiting to happen. She reached down and grabbed Eve’s hand, pulling her up.
“That was my fault, I wasn’t paying attention,” replied Eve. The girl just shook her head.
“Looking for something?” asked the girl.
“Yeah, room 227.”
“AP Chem? Lucky you, I’m headed that way now. gabung me?” the girl smiled.
“Sure. My name is Eve,”
“Nice to meet you. Name’s Claire.”
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Eve looked back at her wings. They were magnificent, pure white and shining. They stretched out about 20 feet. Grinning, she gave herself a running start and launched into the air. Momentarily just enjoying the rush, she opened her eyes and gasped. Everything looked so small! The river gracefully curved on for miles. Letting out a small giggle Eve dived. Now she could make out a few faces. Her mother, Janet, waved from the perpustakaan where she worked. Eve waved back, and darted back into the sky. She saw someone in the distance, resting in a spot behind a building where the light did not reach. Eve frowned and merpati towards the figure, which appeared to be a girl about her own age…
‘“Hurry up, Eve! You’re going to be late!” called a voice from down the hall.
“Coming, Janet!” Eve called back, hurriedly yanking a brush through her wavy red hair. Pulling it back in a ponytail she gave a satisfactory nod and left the bathroom. She turned left and was met with an angry glare.
“What took you?” Janet asked angrily.
“I kept falling beck asleep,” Eve responded. Of course, she couldn’t be blamed. She was having one of those dreams. It had remained crystal clear in her mind until now, but as she tried to recall it again, it began slipping from her grasp.
“Well, come on then. anda need a ride? It is your first day.” Janet asked.
“No thanks, I’m good,” Eve quickly said. “You shouldn’t tax yourself.”
Janet sighed, scratching her wig. “I know, honey. Um… have a good day, anda hear?”
“Bye, Janet,” Eve somberly replied, giving her mother a hug. “And don’t worry, the doctor berkata there is still a chance the chemo might work.”
Eve quickly grabbed her backpack and walked out the door, not wanting to look at her mother wasting away any longer.
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Eve pulled into the school parking lot. She was in plenty of time, mostly due to a few broken traffic laws. Pulling her backpack out, she stepped out of the car. Wincing at the bright sun, used her hand to visor her eyes and walked towards the building. She noticed a black car with tinted windows pull into a parking space. A girl with blonde hair hopped out, wearing all white with a wide-brimmed hat. She reached into her car and grabbed her bag, running into the building at breakneck speed.
“Huh. What has her in such a hurry?” Eve thought, before following the mysterious girl into the building. She walked towards the office and stepped in.
“Uh, this is Eve, I’m here to enroll,” she stuttered a bit. The lady at the meja tulis, meja glanced up and jerked her thumb towards a closed door.
“Thanks, I guess,” muttered Eve. She pushed open the door, staring at the ground. She looked up and saw a middle aged, balding man who appeared to be pulling his finger out of his nose.
“I’m Eve, I’m her to –“
“Yes yes I know, anda are here to enroll. Your mom called ahead. Just fill out and sign these and while I get your schedule ready,” snapped the man. “My name is Mr. Henderson, school counselor.”
“Nice to meet you,” replied Eve as she began filling in the blank spots. As she put in her information, Mr. Henderson would periodically look up and ask her about her classes. About 15 menit later, Eve was done menulis and Mr. Henderson had printed off her schedule.
“Here, take this and a school map. Your teachers will provide anda with everything else,” stated Mr. Henderson rather matter-of-factly.
“Thank you,” replied Eve. She look at her schedule.
Eve Wickett, Junior
First Trimester:
Period 1: AP Chemistry room 227
Period 2: Pre-Calculus room 418
Period 3: U.S. History room 222
Period 4: Drawing II room 503
Period 5: Junior English room 109
“Oh, joy. AP Chemistry.” Eve sighed and walked down the hall, looking at her map. “Let’s see, I’m in the 100’s area, 200’s are over this way…”
Eve wasn’t paying attention and collided with a figure.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! Let me help anda up!” the girl she had seen before in the parking lot stood above her, white pants and white tank puncak, atas making her look like a anggur jus stain waiting to happen. She reached down and grabbed Eve’s hand, pulling her up.
“That was my fault, I wasn’t paying attention,” replied Eve. The girl just shook her head.
“Looking for something?” asked the girl.
“Yeah, room 227.”
“AP Chem? Lucky you, I’m headed that way now. gabung me?” the girl smiled.
“Sure. My name is Eve,”
“Nice to meet you. Name’s Claire.”
Vandals and crooks
an aging man, caught like a ikan on a hook
Getting reeled in, he's easy prey
Eyes sag, creating bags, pupils widen, creating paralysis
Confusion and fear
An ailing man, with ikan hooks everywhere
The biggest catch today
Pavement runs red, creating pain, flesh torn, creating animals
Torment and Horror
An aching man, aches no more
The ikan hook rips away
Smiles widen, creating youth, blood drips, creating paralysis
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an aging man, caught like a ikan on a hook
Getting reeled in, he's easy prey
Eyes sag, creating bags, pupils widen, creating paralysis
Confusion and fear
An ailing man, with ikan hooks everywhere
The biggest catch today
Pavement runs red, creating pain, flesh torn, creating animals
Torment and Horror
An aching man, aches no more
The ikan hook rips away
Smiles widen, creating youth, blood drips, creating paralysis
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Rosella
Heyy there, I know in my last entry I berkata I would write on Friday- but I didn't. Theres actually loads of things that have happened to me in the last few days/week. Im not gonna tell anda though! I had no komentar on the last entry but as soon as I get some feedback im gonna start menulis to anda again- Im a very busy person. I go to school, I play football (soccer-(Im english)-) along with my menulis I also sing alot so I have many things to do/practice. Go look for my last entry and anda will understand partly why im jabbering on :) cinta to the people of the earth~ Cait xxx- 20th September 2011
I slammed the car door shut, and faced the school.
"Have a good hari sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my buku to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
"Have a good hari sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my buku to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
Memories and grief of my heart
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my jantung is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look meneruskan, ke depan to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
Are still buried somewhere
I can’t cry neither I can freely laugh
What if they don’t know my past
I have not forget it yet
I still remember the same Zean with the same Zeal
But not in flashes neither in cars
In backstage of life with trembling hunger
Hunger in eyes and lips dry
No money in pocket but Zeal on shoulder
With memories of ‘Love’ and burning heart
Now my clothes are branded
And my shoes are best, pocket heavy with dollars
But with this all my jantung is all heavy
With secrets of past
Pleasures can bury them but cannot vanish
I still look meneruskan, ke depan to death
When all my secrets will disappear, my pain will end
Also with my life..end will come to my BAD MEMORIES.
