Snippet #2004789

Heather was intensely reading her book when she saw that Jason was in front of her. He started to speak, so she decided that she might as well listen to him. When he was done she thought it over. Did she hate the humans. Well that seemed to be a dumb question of course she did. They were the ones that rejected her when she went to a human elementary school. She was bullied for being who she was and no one would help her. All alone, that's what she was. When she came to this academy when she started middle school her hatred seemed stronger. She had to learn to get better. Mastering nearly all of her abilities wasn't good enough for her. She would show them. Yes, Heather would become more knowledgeable then they ever were.

Realizing that she was lost in thought she quickly gathered her thoughts. He was asking if she wanted to join the BLOODS. So he must be the leader she thought. I don't really see why he wants me as a member... oh my gosh does he read minds or something and no knows all about my past... Heather looked back at him. What should she say, she could join as it would help her blow off some steam. Deep down she knew it was a lot more complicated then that. She started to blush, oh not now she thought it happens naturally but why now.

Finally she responded, " Do I hate humans enough to blindly slaughter the wicked of them, she said repeating his question. "Well I could get a laugh over that," then in a lower voice she said,"Of course I hate them, they left me alone..." Heather then stood up. "I was alone right when I got there!" She started to talk angrily and took off her glasses. "They ignored, bullied, and destroyed my life. So yes, I do hate them." She was staring straight into his eyes. She knew her gaze would have no affect on him, but that was an insignificant detail. Right then she wanted so badly for the people that denied her any happiness just to disappear.