They once knew a girl who was the lead in the musical, and was a cheerleader, and was beautiful.
Some of the kids didn't like how amazing she was, so they told a few kids a terrible rumor.
After that, none of her friends went near her, and the others would snicker when she passed.
She wasn't told why she was being a scape goat, because it was funnier if she didn't know.
She didn't tell her parents, or the counslers, or her teachers, because she was so afraid.
She didn't want to be avoided longer than nessacary. She didn't want to feel bad longer.
But it kept going and going, and by the end of the year, no one would go to the prom with her.
The hurt slowly built, and there was no vent for her. No one to be with. Everyone was gone.
Summer was the same way, and no one went to see her. Some kids started to worry.
But they were still afraid. They would wait until school to start. They would see if it was safe.
School came. No one saw her. Soon they got called to the principal. Something was wrong.
There was a note from her addressed to them. They read the note, and it said:
"I can't be tortured like this any more. I once loved the world, but soon, I grew to hate it.
I can't be treated like this any more. I was once like everyone else, then I was below them.
I can't be bottled up like this any more. I was once open, but I had to hide from everyone.
I can't live like this any more. I once was happy when I was awake, but I want to sleep forever."
She never realized that she truly was beautiful, that she was amazing, that she was great.
She never knew that they were so jealous of her beauty and amazingness, and greatness,
And she never knew that she had so much to live for, and because of that, she was gone
Some were taken away, in cars of blue and white, and the rest were left to look back.
They once knew a girl who was the lead in the musical, and was a cheerleader, and was beautiful.
Some of the kids didn't like how amazing she was, so they told a few kids a terrible rumor.
After that, none of her friends went near her, and the others would snicker when she passed.
She should have been told why she was being a scape goat, because it was worse that she didn't know.
Some of the kids didn't like how amazing she was, so they told a few kids a terrible rumor.
After that, none of her friends went near her, and the others would snicker when she passed.
She wasn't told why she was being a scape goat, because it was funnier if she didn't know.
She didn't tell her parents, or the counslers, or her teachers, because she was so afraid.
She didn't want to be avoided longer than nessacary. She didn't want to feel bad longer.
But it kept going and going, and by the end of the year, no one would go to the prom with her.
The hurt slowly built, and there was no vent for her. No one to be with. Everyone was gone.
Summer was the same way, and no one went to see her. Some kids started to worry.
But they were still afraid. They would wait until school to start. They would see if it was safe.
School came. No one saw her. Soon they got called to the principal. Something was wrong.
There was a note from her addressed to them. They read the note, and it said:
"I can't be tortured like this any more. I once loved the world, but soon, I grew to hate it.
I can't be treated like this any more. I was once like everyone else, then I was below them.
I can't be bottled up like this any more. I was once open, but I had to hide from everyone.
I can't live like this any more. I once was happy when I was awake, but I want to sleep forever."
She never realized that she truly was beautiful, that she was amazing, that she was great.
She never knew that they were so jealous of her beauty and amazingness, and greatness,
And she never knew that she had so much to live for, and because of that, she was gone
Some were taken away, in cars of blue and white, and the rest were left to look back.
They once knew a girl who was the lead in the musical, and was a cheerleader, and was beautiful.
Some of the kids didn't like how amazing she was, so they told a few kids a terrible rumor.
After that, none of her friends went near her, and the others would snicker when she passed.
She should have been told why she was being a scape goat, because it was worse that she didn't know.
The next day, Meggan woke up at home.Another wolf like demons sat at the foot of her bed.She rubbed her eyes, it was still there."Wh- who are YOU?"Meggan asked scaredly."I'm Outsider."The demon said, then it wandered around.Every step it made shook the ground a bit.He walked through the wall, and didn't come back.
The car crash changed my life. It changed so much, that i'm not even living anymore. I walk the earth as a kinderd-spirit. Dead, forever. I follow my family sometimes. At one stage they actually thought they had a mouse infestation. For the one hundredth time i'm sorry I broke your vase,Jannet. My daughter, she loves collecting china and other lovely trinkets and stuff like that. For a sixteen year old she does have a lot. But Mike on the other hand, he loves cars,wants to become a famous race car driver. I worry for him, making his dreams so young, I did too. And look where it got me! Dead in my husband's car right in front of my kids! Of course, that was many years ago. On the road to becoming a famous song writer.
Prologue
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do you use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do you do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do you use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do you do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Jade Adams was making her way home when she saw him. The dark haired kid everyone had been talking about earlier today was walking in the same direction she was. "Hey! You're the new kid in school right?" "Hn?" The boy turned around to face Jade, making her heart skip a beat. He had to be one of the most strikingly beautiful people she had ever seen. He was pale, with onyx colored eyes, and jet black hair that hung over his eyes slightly. "H-hi. I'm Jade..." the poor girl was at a loss for words when he flashed his dazzling smile at her. "Hey, I'm Victor." She blushed slightly and readjusted her Slipknot tee over her black skinny jeans. "Soo... what road do you turn onto to get home?" "I turn onto Salem road, what about you?" Victor looked over at her again, scratching his head awkwardly. "Me too! Wanna walk home together?" "Sure!" The blonde girl started walking ahead, leaving Victor o follow. "So, how do you like it here?"