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+ 7	Nothing (Chapter 3)
+ 5	My Doll (Counter Clockwise)
+ 6	Nothing (Chapter 2)
+ 7	Nothing (Chapter 1)
+ 6	Vampires?

   Just as you start to drift off into sleep, there it goes again, that frightening picture of your friend's zombie like face. You clutch you eyes tightly and try to shake the image out of your mind but it just doesn't work. You jurk awake, covered in terrified sweat and look around in your room. All the sudden your eyes draw attention to the closet as the doors on your closet shake a bit. Takening a deep breath you decide that being scared of it is a little silly. After you shake off your covers and as soon as your feet hit the floor, your already creeping slowly to the closet. You can hear your heartbeat in your head and the loud gulps of nervous in your throat. Hands shaking, you grab the handle to your closet door and swing it open in panic. But to your surprise there's nothing there. You laugh nervously, thinking about how stupid you must look right now. You turn around to go back to bed but then you shoot back into the closet. Another man stands before you with blood running from his bloodstained body, and curly, dirty blonde long hair with speckles of blood in it. You can't speak, you just look up at him with trembling lips, then you finally manage a cry of fear. His cheekbone raise up into a wicked smile as if satisfied of your fear. He jumps at you with an open mouth full of razor sharp teeth that could easily tare the flesh from your bone.

   Your head shoots up and you study where your at. Mr. Jinkens class? How did you get at school. And where are all the students at? You feel a nudge on your shoulder and turn to see a girl with wavy brown hair and tan skin standing next to you. You look at her confused, not just because you don't reconize her but because you have no idea how you go from getting attacked by some crazy ghost to sitting at your desk at school sleeping.

   "Come on. It's time for lunch. What are you doing still in class?" The girl says. Suddenly her name comes into mind.

   "Tracy?" You say, still confused and jumpy from everything that's going on.

   "Uh.. duh! Come on!" She grabs your arm and pulls you out of your seat and out of the empty classroom. When you and Tracy get to the school cafe, it cludders with noises of loud talking and laughter. It also reaks of burnt and unusual foods. You get in line and grab for the mystery meat covered in gravy and search for a seat. Everyone's faces seemed to be a blurr of confusion in the cafe. So much noise brought to so much confusion. Also, you can't even find anyone familiar. All of a sudden your heart catches in your throat as you see and broad hand wave in your face. Rad! You can't believe your eyes. There he is! Just sitting there at the table, drinking some orange juice. Tracy snorts at him and sits down at a different table with a group of some preppy girls and jocks. You continue to walk to Rad's table and sit next to him.

   "Dude, what's up?" Rad asks. You missed his weird speech so you can't help but to smile. "Uh.. are you okay? Maybe your eating to much of this mystery meat surprise." Rad laughs. You click back to normal and laugh also.

   "Yeah, I think so too. This food it complete suicide." You say and then you both laugh and dig into your "suicidal" meals. Pretty soon your live seems to be put back to normal... well actually your life will never be normal sence you don't even remember your life. Pretty soon the bell rings and then it's time for the class you hate, gym. You're okay with sports and all but it's just all the jocks in there that are a complete pro at them get on your nerves. As soon as you enter the gym it smell of sweat and dirty clothes. It's very hot and stuffy with a fan in there that's just blowing around hot air. You rush into the locker room and hide in the back. You don't even want to try and have the jocks mess with you just because you may not be the most popular in school that your not as strong as them. Pretty soon you get bored and decide to go out there and just see what's going on. You look around and see a girl sitting the courner of the gym with dyed black hair, black nails, black shirt, black skirt, and converse sneakers. She's reading a red, leather book with a penagram star on it. No one really notices her nor does anyone talk to her besides to make fun of her. You decide to walk up and sit down next to her.

   "If you're here to mock or ask about my 'strange' ways than go away. I don't want to hear it." She says coldly, obviously not wanting to be bothered.

   "I just wanted to ask how are you able to sit here without getting caught by a gym teacher?" You ask her. Her bright silver eyes drag from her book at looks at you.

   "I have asma." She says planly, then brings her eyes back to the book.

   "And they believed that excuse?" You ask her. Her eyes focus on you again

   "No I really do have asma but it's not all that serious. I just don't want to do this." She says and then scans her eyes at a group of boys playing basketball. You could tell from her disgusted face she can't stand it one bit. "So why aren't you out there with them?" She asks me.

   "I would but it seems that jock guild has tooken over the battle grounds." You say, half digusted. She actually manages to let out a little chuckle from your corny joke.

   "My names Maranda." The dark clothed girl says. You inroduce yourself and end up talking the rest of the gym period. You don't understand why people are so afraid of people different. Sometimes they're really surprising. The whole rest of the day you don't even worry about anything really twisted happening, that is until you get home...

To Be Continued... 

 

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