Dear diary.
Wow what a cheesy start to a diary entry! I don't understand how a diary is supposed to work, there doesn't seem to be much point. I guess it is best to begin as to why I have to write here anyway.
I have been having many so called, misunderstandings at school. And after a lot of parent teacher meetings they have decided to send me to a counsellor.
There I met this man named Dr Fey (weird name I know).
He said that I needed to find a way of expressing my feelings. That is where this diary comes in. He explained that in-order to get rid of my socialophobia (afraid of social confrontation) I have to discover more about my own feelings.
Now that's done. Hello my name is Janet Williams. I am 15 years old and I hate people, seriously there are very few people I can actually talk to and tolerate.Hence why I was originally sent to a counsellor against my will. I have three friends. Emilia, Clarence and Amanda.
All of us are known through out our school as the 'rat pack'. The lowest, most pathetic, socially impaired rejects that have ever walked on planet Earth. Charming!
Not bothered to write any more. Write a new entry tomorrow I guess. From Janet.
(Still a stupid idea).
Wow what a cheesy start to a diary entry! I don't understand how a diary is supposed to work, there doesn't seem to be much point. I guess it is best to begin as to why I have to write here anyway.
I have been having many so called, misunderstandings at school. And after a lot of parent teacher meetings they have decided to send me to a counsellor.
There I met this man named Dr Fey (weird name I know).
He said that I needed to find a way of expressing my feelings. That is where this diary comes in. He explained that in-order to get rid of my socialophobia (afraid of social confrontation) I have to discover more about my own feelings.
Now that's done. Hello my name is Janet Williams. I am 15 years old and I hate people, seriously there are very few people I can actually talk to and tolerate.Hence why I was originally sent to a counsellor against my will. I have three friends. Emilia, Clarence and Amanda.
All of us are known through out our school as the 'rat pack'. The lowest, most pathetic, socially impaired rejects that have ever walked on planet Earth. Charming!
Not bothered to write any more. Write a new entry tomorrow I guess. From Janet.
(Still a stupid idea).
Authors note: okay what's this story mostly is about is. That who ever gets bitten by a vampire. Leaves a scar of a star on the palm of their hand. You 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 star 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 star on my hand. Why why did I get bitten. Why me. Anyways I got my things and headed to school.
He creeps through the alley ways
Forever, perhaps
All in search
Of a few meaningless scraps
Paws scared, fur stained
Mourning over
What his heart once contained
Collar torn, soul lost
Forever wandering
On the ground of frost
Memories will never fade
For his closest companion
And master for life, betrayed
Kicked on the streets
Forced to live
With the night's beasts
Wanders and wonders
Hiding in the shadows
From the night's thunders
Forgive and forget
They always say
But that thought doesn't enter the mind of this stray
Hoping one day a new master would come
But alas, that is seldom
As days go by, and nights linger
He hopes and prays
For his soul and body
To part ways
For the pain is torture
And the future is bleak
Shunned from the world
Known as a freak
When, oh when, will the world learn?
How would they feel if the tides were turned?
Forever, perhaps
All in search
Of a few meaningless scraps
Paws scared, fur stained
Mourning over
What his heart once contained
Collar torn, soul lost
Forever wandering
On the ground of frost
Memories will never fade
For his closest companion
And master for life, betrayed
Kicked on the streets
Forced to live
With the night's beasts
Wanders and wonders
Hiding in the shadows
From the night's thunders
Forgive and forget
They always say
But that thought doesn't enter the mind of this stray
Hoping one day a new master would come
But alas, that is seldom
As days go by, and nights linger
He hopes and prays
For his soul and body
To part ways
For the pain is torture
And the future is bleak
Shunned from the world
Known as a freak
When, oh when, will the world learn?
How would they feel if the tides were turned?