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I heard the bell ring, signaling first period was over for us. I hurridly ran to my locked, grabbed my back, and ditched. Running out into the parking lot, I almost got ran over by some guy in a chevy, I jumped into my yellow and black Camaro and sped off. I got to the bar, the vampire bar, in no time at all. I hated having to work here almost every day, but it was the only way I could bring money in for my sick dad. I sighed and parking about three blocks down from the actual bar. Of course there was no parking, this was about the closest you could get. Weren't any vampires in school right now? I started walking, pulling my small coat tighter around me and shivering as I felt other people, vampires I thought, watching me.
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The morning had been boringness after boringness. I lifted my eyebrows at the people around me, a little too interested in looking at what I was doing. They immediately scooched off, and paid attention to the teacher. I grinned. There was one freaked out looking guy next to me, and the other seat next to me was empty. The only empty seat in the class. I wonder why... I have a private slight smile on my face, as my tongue sticks out slightly. I'm attempting to draw a caricature of the neighbors. The two brothers.
A girl walks in, late. I try to not to curse. The girl was the neighbor, and she would be sitting next to me, in the back of the room. And I currently didn't want company. When did I want company, anyway? The answer: never. I penciled in piercings on one of them, the one that had been in the courtyard, at least, he had been this morning. I got the feeling that he wasn't a stick around in the school type of person.
The neighbor girl, I wasn't sure what her name was, but it was a nature name. Probably Sierra, Holly, Lark, something along those lines. I hadn't paid attention because I was trying to concentrate on my drawing. Apparently, I had a skill for caricatures, but I hated doing them. Caricatures are for New York artists.
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(Here's a picture. :P)
http://i42.tinypic.com/20pvo8i.jpg
Koi Nei grabbed hold of the heart necklace in her jewelry box, and walked out, fixing her glasses and her eyepatch. The headband on her head had a picture of splattered blood, but the rest of her clothing seemingly formal. Her gaze shifted, and she exited the house. She left her drawing bag back at school. Oh well, she could just get it later!
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Ronnie gunned the engine, following her out onto the street. He kept behind her a bit, not wanting to get ahead of her and get lost. I mean, wouldn't that be fun, getting lost and having to find your way to someone's house. Well I suppose you could ask for directions, but that wouldn't help much since he didn't know her name. He pulled up outside her house and put his foot on the ground, propping up his bike and waiting for her. She came out and again he offered her the helmet, waiting for her to get on the bike so they could head to Jay's.
Derek was sitting and repeatedly tapping his pencil against his desk. We were supposed to be 'silently reading' but instead I sat there and continued to make as much noise as I could. I smirked as the teacher came over and told me to go over to the office. My mom works in the office, so I went in and sat. I started talking to all the office people and they repeatedly told me to be quiet. Finally they handed me a sheet of paper and told me to draw something.
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I watched my neighbor, both concerning addresses and desks. She didn't seem to recognize me. She just seemed to be... I don't know, fascinated with me? Or rather, she had been staring at my hair for a few moments before looking, yet she turned around and looked at the teacher, who was, strangely enough, sleeping. I guess teachers here are a little more, alright, a lot more relaxed than they were at the junior high, thankfully. I don't like not being able to do what I want to do. I wondered if the teacher would ever teach.
I smirked just the very tiniest bit, staring, but not really staring at my neighbor. I was looking at her out of the corner of my eye, picking out details that I could add to make a caricature, if I ever needed to. I already had thousands of ideas, but still... I looked at her again, and decided something: I think I'll change my mind. I erased some of the lines in my caricature, and slowly started adding in, drawing someone with ridiculously large glasses. It's a caricature, not an insult to her. She looks like a cute, shy girl, but appearances can be deceiving, a lesson which is most definitely my life.
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Her thoughts went to her brothers. Did they killed someone today? She doesn't know...
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"Hey, how's school goin?"
He texts her, worrying about her. This is the first year he wasn't in all her classes and couldn't watch her constantly. Especially since he's run away to Jay's, but at least his mind was off somewhere else than having to worry about her getting killed.
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I smiled, razor thin and humorless, and choose not to tell her that I usually don't like caricatures. But being bored... "But I like drawing glasses. It makes you look like a shy, sweet girl. Kiyoko."
I nodded at her, remembering she was around two years older than me. And also that she ended up in a ton of my classes. Or maybe it was all of my classes. I can't help it if they bumped me ahead in classes. It's only because my parents force me to take special summer school lessons that make me more advanced than my classmates. If I had a choice, I wouldn't be taking them. And then I'd be in a normal class, instead of taking classes with a whole lot of students older than me by more than a year.
"In case you didn't notice, sweetie, I'm the girl with the attitude." I smile widely, and warningly at Kathrin, turning the glasses in the picture into sunglasses. I was the stereotypical I'll-do-what-I-want girl, and most people in this school, at least got that part. Not so sure about keeping their distance from me. It depended on how badly they had been intimidated. And then there were those who needed a stronger lesson.
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