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Cloak
By: Tabitha Condrea
WARNING: do not steal this story. may have some disturbing stuff.
I linger at the gateway entrance to the forsaken old mansion, desperately trying to catch my breath and pull myself together. I can feel my hand shaking on the handle of the iron fence. I repeatedly tell myself to erase the image and I get mad at myself for not toughening up but having the frightening image flashing in my head isn’t helping. Repeating the image of white pearl teeth smothered with blood, and fangs like daggers. Seeing red eyes spark, looking at me with the lust of hunger. Shaking my head side to side to wipe the image away I started running for the safety of my home. “Don’t stopping, don’t looking back, just keep on running,” I repeatedly tell myself. Finally able to reach home sweet home, I rush in and lock every door from the outer world. Bad idea, one thing I wish I didn’t do. In the corner of my teary eyes I spotted the nightmare. I wanted to get out of the creatures presence, just disappear. My words couldn’t escape my mouth before it was covered by a strong massive hand. I tried to kick, hit anything in my path but a grip on my waist tightened. Hot wet tears were dripping on my cheeks. I don’t want this! I want to live on, please don’t let it end!
I woke in cold sweat and stood up in bed. I took a couple gasps of air to fill my lungs with oxygen before I collapse. After I got enough air to start breathing normally, I took a moment to look around to see where I am. I was confused and scared because what just happened felt so real. I had to question myself and to remember if I’m really in danger.
After a couple minutes of thinking to myself, my sister barges in my room.
“For the love of… Stella get out of your dream world and get ready for school!” Liana crosses her arms in disgust.
“Mmmph…,” Stella plants her head on her pillow. “I don’t feel like going to school,” pulls the cover over her head.
I could feel the glare my sister was giving me and it sent chills down my spine. I made my escape by pulling the cover off and sat up. “Would you at least fix my hair for me, I don’t think I have enough time to do it on my own.”
A smile crossed her face in relief, “that sounds like a good plan, your hair looks like a berry bush from our backyard.”
After ten minutes of picking my cloths and putting them on, Liana does a quick fix on my hair. “I’m jealous of your hair; it’s nicely straight and black,” Liana said while fiddling with my hair.
“It’s a pain to fix though…,”Stella sighs with a pathetic murmur.
“There, you’re all set! Now get your butt to school”
Ander Villa was a quite, peaceful, astonishing place to live in.
Well, it was until the War of Chanronlen broke out and there was separation between the Ronlens and the Chans.
Now days, the history of the Chanronlen War is long forgotten. People say there was never a war, that the separation happened right from the beginning of the first live. They don’t even teach the history of the war in schools…
Now that I mention about school… I really need to get to my class. Talking balderdash about the history can really be something to the head.
School is one of the places I wish I could use as my escape place. But it’s no where close to being my safe zone area. The instant I enter the school doors I’m bombarded with people. My character can’t handle being surrounded by people or communicating with them. I’m only popular at school because of my sister, Liana. She usually gets all the glamour but because I’m her younger sister I get the same treatment.
This went on until my sophomore year.
And thank goodness it only lasted that long. Anymore of the glamour and I would of gone crazy.
When I got to class I thought it was going to be another boring day of hearing the teacher lecture twenty-four seven. That thought changed once I spotted someone in my seat. Yea, the Boy in my seat is hansom and all but annoyance rouse inside me. I want to know what he doing in my seat and why the hell he picked my seat. I wondered if this was some kind of a sick joke.
I put my fake mask on and acted as if there was harm done. I walked up to him ready to ask politely to get out of my seat. I have to extra gentle with my words because of the surrounding of people.
“Excuse me,” with a smile on my face, “your sitting in my seat. Can you please move.” He was ignoring me.
My hand starts clinging onto my bag for support.
I ask one more time, “excuse me, please move, your sitting in my seat.” He was still ignoring me.
My guess was that he was doing this on purpose.
This also is annoying to me.
To me, this guy is a jerk, and the only thing I want in the whole world right now is to knock the living out of him.
But instead of doing what I wanted to do, I took a step back and took the empty seat next to my old seat. I set my bag on the ground against the desk.
“You win this time… next time I’ll get the point.” I whisper under my breath while bending done to get my text book, pencil, and notebook out of my bag.
I thought I saw him smirk to what I said but shook the thought out; covering it with the thought of him smirking at something else. Maybe to something an idiotic girly girl said.
By: Tabitha Condrea
WARNING: do not steal this story. may have some disturbing stuff.
I linger at the gateway entrance to the forsaken old mansion, desperately trying to catch my breath and pull myself together. I can feel my hand shaking on the handle of the iron fence. I repeatedly tell myself to erase the image and I get mad at myself for not toughening up but having the frightening image flashing in my head isn’t helping. Repeating the image of white pearl teeth smothered with blood, and fangs like daggers. Seeing red eyes spark, looking at me with the lust of hunger. Shaking my head side to side to wipe the image away I started running for the safety of my home. “Don’t stopping, don’t looking back, just keep on running,” I repeatedly tell myself. Finally able to reach home sweet home, I rush in and lock every door from the outer world. Bad idea, one thing I wish I didn’t do. In the corner of my teary eyes I spotted the nightmare. I wanted to get out of the creatures presence, just disappear. My words couldn’t escape my mouth before it was covered by a strong massive hand. I tried to kick, hit anything in my path but a grip on my waist tightened. Hot wet tears were dripping on my cheeks. I don’t want this! I want to live on, please don’t let it end!
I woke in cold sweat and stood up in bed. I took a couple gasps of air to fill my lungs with oxygen before I collapse. After I got enough air to start breathing normally, I took a moment to look around to see where I am. I was confused and scared because what just happened felt so real. I had to question myself and to remember if I’m really in danger.
After a couple minutes of thinking to myself, my sister barges in my room.
“For the love of… Stella get out of your dream world and get ready for school!” Liana crosses her arms in disgust.
“Mmmph…,” Stella plants her head on her pillow. “I don’t feel like going to school,” pulls the cover over her head.
I could feel the glare my sister was giving me and it sent chills down my spine. I made my escape by pulling the cover off and sat up. “Would you at least fix my hair for me, I don’t think I have enough time to do it on my own.”
A smile crossed her face in relief, “that sounds like a good plan, your hair looks like a berry bush from our backyard.”
After ten minutes of picking my cloths and putting them on, Liana does a quick fix on my hair. “I’m jealous of your hair; it’s nicely straight and black,” Liana said while fiddling with my hair.
“It’s a pain to fix though…,”Stella sighs with a pathetic murmur.
“There, you’re all set! Now get your butt to school”
Ander Villa was a quite, peaceful, astonishing place to live in.
Well, it was until the War of Chanronlen broke out and there was separation between the Ronlens and the Chans.
Now days, the history of the Chanronlen War is long forgotten. People say there was never a war, that the separation happened right from the beginning of the first live. They don’t even teach the history of the war in schools…
Now that I mention about school… I really need to get to my class. Talking balderdash about the history can really be something to the head.
School is one of the places I wish I could use as my escape place. But it’s no where close to being my safe zone area. The instant I enter the school doors I’m bombarded with people. My character can’t handle being surrounded by people or communicating with them. I’m only popular at school because of my sister, Liana. She usually gets all the glamour but because I’m her younger sister I get the same treatment.
This went on until my sophomore year.
And thank goodness it only lasted that long. Anymore of the glamour and I would of gone crazy.
When I got to class I thought it was going to be another boring day of hearing the teacher lecture twenty-four seven. That thought changed once I spotted someone in my seat. Yea, the Boy in my seat is hansom and all but annoyance rouse inside me. I want to know what he doing in my seat and why the hell he picked my seat. I wondered if this was some kind of a sick joke.
I put my fake mask on and acted as if there was harm done. I walked up to him ready to ask politely to get out of my seat. I have to extra gentle with my words because of the surrounding of people.
“Excuse me,” with a smile on my face, “your sitting in my seat. Can you please move.” He was ignoring me.
My hand starts clinging onto my bag for support.
I ask one more time, “excuse me, please move, your sitting in my seat.” He was still ignoring me.
My guess was that he was doing this on purpose.
This also is annoying to me.
To me, this guy is a jerk, and the only thing I want in the whole world right now is to knock the living out of him.
But instead of doing what I wanted to do, I took a step back and took the empty seat next to my old seat. I set my bag on the ground against the desk.
“You win this time… next time I’ll get the point.” I whisper under my breath while bending done to get my text book, pencil, and notebook out of my bag.
I thought I saw him smirk to what I said but shook the thought out; covering it with the thought of him smirking at something else. Maybe to something an idiotic girly girl said.
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