03-20-2013, 02:16 AM
Lynette groaned as she turned off her alarm. She glanced at the time before going back to sleep. This was the girl’s normal routine on school mornings, her alarm would go off about an hour before the bus arrived, but she usually didn’t get up until fifteen to twenty minutes before it came. Just like every morning her mother complained, telling her to get up and hurry and bitching at her about staying up so late on school nights. She ignored the complaints of her mother as she finally got up and went about getting ready. She yawned while she walked to the bus stop.
Just like every other morning Lynette sat in a seat by herself, chatting to her friend and neighbor. They ignored most of the others around them. Lynette was glad when the bus finally arrived at the school even though she didn’t want to be there. If she could have she would have skipped today. She said her goodbyes to the few ‘friends’ she had on the bus the girl made her way to class. Things seemed to be going well enough. Arriving at the band room she relaxed, sitting in the hall waiting for the bell. While she waited she pulled out her mp3 player to listen to music. Time seemed to go quickly because before she knew it the bell rang and class began. Today was her lucky day of sorts. The band director decided that they would be doing sectionals today and have independent practices.
Lynette smiled to herself because since there was only two people in the class that played the clarinet and the other person was absent she got to go off to one of the dressing rooms by herself to practice. She took her bag with her and once in the dressing room pulled out her jacket, laying it on the floor, placing her bag beside it. It wasn’t much, but it would do for a short nap. The girl turned to put her instrument on the counter at the mirror and froze. Her reflection wasn’t the only one there. A figure clad in all black now stood behind her pointing at her in the mirror. Lynette knew full well what this meant. “No,” she yelled as the figure spoke to her. “You have been chosen.” The light flickered before going out. When the lights came back on the figure was gone and an outline of a crescent moon now on her forehead.
If anyone comes and sees this what is going to happen to me? Lynette sighed, staring at the floor hoping no one had heard her yell. Sure the vampyres had interested her, but wasn’t sure she wanted to be one of them. Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door to the room. “You ok,” a familiar voice came from the other side. She quickly fixed her bangs so the mark was hidden. “Yeah, I just dropped something,” she said, opening the door slightly. “Sorry for all th…” before she could finish speaking everything went pitch black, she passed out.
It was probably just out of pure luck that the person who had come to the door to check on her was a childhood friend, Brandon. At first the boy was frantic then he noticed the mark on Lynette’s forehead. The young man shook his head and frowned before whispering to her unsure if she’d actually hear him, “don’t worry. I’ll get you out of here safely. Good bye old friend.” He told the teacher that Lynette wasn’t feeling well so he was going to take her to the school nurse. Then he set his plan in motion to get his dear friend to safety before anyone else found out. He carried the limp Lynette out of the school along with her stuff. What he was doing drew some attention from a few other students, but most of them kept their distance once they seen the crescent moon mark. A couple gave Brandon trouble, trying to stop him. Once he had the girl away from the school Brandon contacted Lynette’s mother and told her what happened and that he would be taking her to where she needed to go. Lynette’s mother was left speechless and all she could do was thank the boy for helping her daughter.
When Lynette awake it was already dark out. She groaned, for some reason her left leg hurt, but she couldn’t quite recall what happened at first. It all seemed like a dream. Sitting up she could her voices nearby. “Hello? Is someone there,” she called out, but not very loudly. This was all just a bad dream right? After all her bag and jacket where right beside her. Her mind wandered with many questions. Who had brought her here? Were they doing this as a joke because of some of the books she read? Was this a dream?
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