The cement was cold and hard on my back, but it felt good, getting ready for school was actually infuriating. The computers hadn’t been kept up, 5¼ inch diskettes everywhere, I wasn’t half way through, but the real joy was about to come when I checked the teachers computers. On top of my favorite to do list was meeting the new librarian ( Read more... )

I layed on my bed looking up at the ceiling. Mom had been on me to get my room unpacked but I'd been so tired that I just gave up. I was nervous enough to start school the next day. I sighed and picked up my journal, flipping to a blank page, I started to write.

So the first day of school is tommorrow. I can't sleep, go figure right? I mean how ( Read more... )

Cradling Miss Edith in my arms, I walk out side and lay upon the grass next to a head stone so worn it can no longer be read. The smell of Paris fills my nostrils. Bloody french, how I loath them. Their filthy rich blood taste terrible too. And the flowers here, so many colors. I miss my crimson roses. Pretty like the blood on my lips after a meal ( Read more... )

I entered the into the journal on this 8th day of October 1996, that she had expertly handled the vamps in the Beauclaire cemetarie off of the rue de champagne, but that was before the second wave came at her ( Read more... )

It was hard living like this. Undead, and still looked upon by the humans that saw me in alleys feeding on rats, as some kind of loser. If only they really knew ( Read more... )