Anna flicked the T.V from channel to channel, bored: there was nothing worth watching. Sighing, she left the news on and flopped back on the sofa, not really intending to listen.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, bạn don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd already Mất tích one parent, and though she'd always thought it would be brilliant to have no one who cared if she revised for her GCSEs, hoặc if she failed them, no parent who forced a curfew on her, hoặc who tagged around embarrassingly at her school prom, it wasn't brilliant at all. She felt she could just die, and nobody from her family would care. Well, maybe her uncle, who had moved in to take care of her when Dad left, would know he was supposed to grieve and cry.
Anna jabbed her thumb against the button to change channels. Automatically, after almost a năm of twinkling when anyone mentioned the war hoặc her father, she grinned.
'-is becoming thêm serious. Many innocent citizens have been shot down, and several British troops-.'
Dad probably wasn't part of those troops. Anna looked down, staring at the remote. It was black with red buttons. She stabbed the button. The T.V was so old it was practically an antique. It didn't change channels.
'-were mowed down. Approximately 1000 are missing, 450 severely injured-.'
Black and white pictures began coming up, and Anna could have sworn she saw her father's face. Anna wrenched her eyes away for a moment, and pressed the 'off' button continuously for ten seconds.
Nothing happened.
It was lingering on a picture of her father- no, a dead man who looked vaguely like her father. He was lying sprawled on the ground, a mangled red cut across his cheek, his face twisted and furious. As the T.V zoomed in on him, Anna saw his face properly. It had been months since she'd last seen it, but even in black and white, with a cut slashed across his face, Anna recognised him as the man who had hugged her goodbye ten months ago.
'He's dead,' she đã đưa ý kiến blankly.
There was no way a man with a cut that almost sliced his face in half could be alive. But Anna saw, electric relief rushing through her, he was moving, stirring, alive... and looking straight out at her.
'And 200 have been confirmed dead,' finished the news reader.
'I don't want to hear this,' Anna blurted, blushing at how shrill and stupid she sounded. It probably wasn't her father. After all, it had been many months since they were together, and the cut, as well as the beard he'd grown, disfigured his face a lot. She was being an idiot.
Anna reached for the remote for one last try, but she didn't want to try to switch it off and have it keep playing. This way she could kid herself she could stop at any moment. Then it zoomed closer to her father's- no, the man's- tortured face, and she grabbed the remote, pressing the off button for ten giây again, then again just in case. And again. The voice didn't even falter.
'Anna.'
She dropped the remote to the floor with a clatter. The voice seemed to be coming from the T.V, but it couldn't be- no.
'Anna.'
This time she saw her father's lips di chuyển on the T.V. He rose unsteadily to his feet, his eyes never leaving hers. They were bloodshot from the long hours, and wild and even cruel. Her father had never looked at her like that before. He seemed, Anna thought, to stumble towards her, not just on the screen, but as if, God, it was stupid, but as if he coming out of the T.V.
Anna jumped up and ran from the room, but the T.V. continued to blare, and Dad's mangled face was printed in her mind. She slammed the door behind her, but the volume remained consistent.
'Anna.'
This time the voice didn't crackle from the T.V. It came from directly behind her, and slowly, very slowly, the door was pulled open. The man who hugged her goodbye ten months cách đây was standing there, a mangled red cut across his face, his eyes cold and wild as he stared at her.
'The war in Iraq-.'
'Oh no, bạn don't,' Anna muttered, grabbing the remote. Her Dad had joined the army after her Mum had died of an overdose. Anna didn't really blame him, she'd have got out of the house as fast as possible too if she was an adult. The whole house was contaminated with the memories of Mum, of her laugh, of her accident... suicide... whatever it was. Even so, Anna missed Dad like it was painful. She'd already Mất tích one parent, and though she'd always thought it would be brilliant to have no one who cared if she revised for her GCSEs, hoặc if she failed them, no parent who forced a curfew on her, hoặc who tagged around embarrassingly at her school prom, it wasn't brilliant at all. She felt she could just die, and nobody from her family would care. Well, maybe her uncle, who had moved in to take care of her when Dad left, would know he was supposed to grieve and cry.
Anna jabbed her thumb against the button to change channels. Automatically, after almost a năm of twinkling when anyone mentioned the war hoặc her father, she grinned.
'-is becoming thêm serious. Many innocent citizens have been shot down, and several British troops-.'
Dad probably wasn't part of those troops. Anna looked down, staring at the remote. It was black with red buttons. She stabbed the button. The T.V was so old it was practically an antique. It didn't change channels.
'-were mowed down. Approximately 1000 are missing, 450 severely injured-.'
Black and white pictures began coming up, and Anna could have sworn she saw her father's face. Anna wrenched her eyes away for a moment, and pressed the 'off' button continuously for ten seconds.
Nothing happened.
It was lingering on a picture of her father- no, a dead man who looked vaguely like her father. He was lying sprawled on the ground, a mangled red cut across his cheek, his face twisted and furious. As the T.V zoomed in on him, Anna saw his face properly. It had been months since she'd last seen it, but even in black and white, with a cut slashed across his face, Anna recognised him as the man who had hugged her goodbye ten months ago.
'He's dead,' she đã đưa ý kiến blankly.
There was no way a man with a cut that almost sliced his face in half could be alive. But Anna saw, electric relief rushing through her, he was moving, stirring, alive... and looking straight out at her.
'And 200 have been confirmed dead,' finished the news reader.
'I don't want to hear this,' Anna blurted, blushing at how shrill and stupid she sounded. It probably wasn't her father. After all, it had been many months since they were together, and the cut, as well as the beard he'd grown, disfigured his face a lot. She was being an idiot.
Anna reached for the remote for one last try, but she didn't want to try to switch it off and have it keep playing. This way she could kid herself she could stop at any moment. Then it zoomed closer to her father's- no, the man's- tortured face, and she grabbed the remote, pressing the off button for ten giây again, then again just in case. And again. The voice didn't even falter.
'Anna.'
She dropped the remote to the floor with a clatter. The voice seemed to be coming from the T.V, but it couldn't be- no.
'Anna.'
This time she saw her father's lips di chuyển on the T.V. He rose unsteadily to his feet, his eyes never leaving hers. They were bloodshot from the long hours, and wild and even cruel. Her father had never looked at her like that before. He seemed, Anna thought, to stumble towards her, not just on the screen, but as if, God, it was stupid, but as if he coming out of the T.V.
Anna jumped up and ran from the room, but the T.V. continued to blare, and Dad's mangled face was printed in her mind. She slammed the door behind her, but the volume remained consistent.
'Anna.'
This time the voice didn't crackle from the T.V. It came from directly behind her, and slowly, very slowly, the door was pulled open. The man who hugged her goodbye ten months cách đây was standing there, a mangled red cut across his face, his eyes cold and wild as he stared at her.
Authors note: okay what's this story mostly is about is. That who ever gets bitten bởi a vampire. Leaves a scar of a ngôi sao on the palm of their hand. bạn might be thinking what? These are different vampires. With different gifts.
Scarlet's P.O.V
I woke up. The sun filling half the room.i lived In a small town. With little shops here ad their. It is always dark and gloomy. Rarely sun. I woke up getting dressed in my out-fit link. I walked out the door sighing. Gosh I was exhausted. I was. Looking at the ngôi sao on my hand. Why why did I get bitten. Why me. Anyways I got my things and headed to school.
Scarlet's P.O.V
I woke up. The sun filling half the room.i lived In a small town. With little shops here ad their. It is always dark and gloomy. Rarely sun. I woke up getting dressed in my out-fit link. I walked out the door sighing. Gosh I was exhausted. I was. Looking at the ngôi sao on my hand. Why why did I get bitten. Why me. Anyways I got my things and headed to school.
I'm up all the time now.
Head up
Shoulders back
Legs slightly apart
Back straight.
I walk into the exam room,
Knowing inside my heart
That the ones who fear
Are the ones who do not succeed.
I sit down.
Confident,
I start my song
Of utmost elegance.
I use all my power
And strength.
I use all the dynamics in the world,
I use everything everyone's brought me.
I use all the good that everyone
Has được trao me
In my life.
Time goes slowly by.
I feel myself going along with the beat.
I am entranced in my own song.
It feels better than ever before.
I am done.
I walk over to the judges,
Shaking each hand.
I feel a sense of pride in my heart,
Knowing that I have done it now.
I truly have.
Head up
Shoulders back
Legs slightly apart
Back straight.
I walk into the exam room,
Knowing inside my heart
That the ones who fear
Are the ones who do not succeed.
I sit down.
Confident,
I start my song
Of utmost elegance.
I use all my power
And strength.
I use all the dynamics in the world,
I use everything everyone's brought me.
I use all the good that everyone
Has được trao me
In my life.
Time goes slowly by.
I feel myself going along with the beat.
I am entranced in my own song.
It feels better than ever before.
I am done.
I walk over to the judges,
Shaking each hand.
I feel a sense of pride in my heart,
Knowing that I have done it now.
I truly have.
I am disappointed,
At the way things are moving along.
Why is everyone so private about
Everything?
I am disappointed,
That I have not met my dream yet.
It seems a long way until I will
Catch my dream in the sky.
I am disappointed,
With many people.
Not just me.
But mostly me.
Why am I being so selfish?
Why are other people being so unkind?
Everything seems in ruin,
Including me.
I am sorry that this is the way it must be
Today,
But I know that tomorrow is a new day,
Waiting for all of us to do good deeds.
And do we shall.
At the way things are moving along.
Why is everyone so private about
Everything?
I am disappointed,
That I have not met my dream yet.
It seems a long way until I will
Catch my dream in the sky.
I am disappointed,
With many people.
Not just me.
But mostly me.
Why am I being so selfish?
Why are other people being so unkind?
Everything seems in ruin,
Including me.
I am sorry that this is the way it must be
Today,
But I know that tomorrow is a new day,
Waiting for all of us to do good deeds.
And do we shall.
My name is Matt Downley, and I am a bóng đá player. I just moved here to New York, and I was just going to try out for the Weston Middle bóng đá team, when believe it hoặc not, the principal came rushing down the halls and đã đưa ý kiến that I couldn't play because I am disabled. WHAT THE HECK!!! Okay, I was like, "So here's the deal. I can't play. I can't do anything. What the freak am I supposed to do at this stupid school!!!" But, of course, I didn't have the guts to say that out loud to the principal, so I just muttered and said, "Okay." Lately, I feel like people have been stalking me when I came back from school. Everyday when I go to bed, I feel like people are looming in the shadows above me. I didn't know now, but tonight would be a night of extreme danger.
What scandalous secrets can adults keep from their parents? I need ideas for a book I am currently writing. It is about how some secrets adults keep from us can actually save our lives. I hope to give bạn a sneak xem trước of my book which is called The Deadly Truth. Can't wait for your opinions!
To know thêm about my book please post your các câu hỏi on my wall. I will try my best to reply as fast and as soon as I can. If I don't then just know I did read them.
bạn can believe the first chapter of my book will be đã đăng either this week hoặc tiếp theo Friday.
To know thêm about my book please post your các câu hỏi on my wall. I will try my best to reply as fast and as soon as I can. If I don't then just know I did read them.
bạn can believe the first chapter of my book will be đã đăng either this week hoặc tiếp theo Friday.