Saturday, February 9, 2008

Chptr 1
ok hi every1. sorry im a day late on putting up the first chapter. anywho i'll put it up now. so tell me what u think of it^^ btw: if u missed the prologue, pm me k.

Chapter 1
The day was sunny and clear here in Florida. Despite the sun shining the air was as thick as honey with tension and suspense. The crowds around the track were hushed, holding their breaths for the starting shot.
Everyone was there. The town, school, friends, and the rival track team. If I beat this girl in this last event my school will receive free funding for another year!
“Runners to your mark!” The referee-a heavy-set man with a five-o-clock shadow- instructed. Taking deep breaths I drowned out all the sounds. Voices, animals, machines, even the sounds of the winds. All that was left was my own breathing and heart-beat.
The referee’s voice was no more than a whisper in my ear. “On your mark, get set!-“ The gun went off and like a coiled up spring I launched onto the track! The roars from the crowd were like far off screams. All I focused on was beating my opponent to the finish. Not only was she fast but this was a one-lap-around-the-track race.
Less than twenty feet from I reach for my last stores of energy. Neck-n-neck, I almost threw myself to go faster. Somehow I hit the tape first. I couldn’t stop from running into the on-rush of the cheering crowd!
I had to endure screaming fans, shaking hands, and glares from the rival team before I could even get free. The principle wanted me to give a pep speech to end the whole track meet; in front of everyone… there is no way. I’d stutter so bad that people would think I was a broken record player! As soon as I spotted Daniella Rite-my best friend- across the track field, we ran like our pants were on fire!
We ran for about a block and-a-half when Daniella said she couldn’t go any farther. So we plopped down on a curb next to each other to catch our breaths. She was always prepared-unlike me- and handed me a towel and water.
“Thanks.” I huffed. I drenched the towel with water and dabbed it on my forehead and neck, then chugged the rest down.
“No problem Sam.” She smiled. Even though my full name is Samantha Taylor-the last name is my adoptive family’s- people one day started to call me Sam. I don’t mind though.
Daniella is in almost every way opposite of me. She’s small-five ft, 2 in-, quiet , has short; brunette hair that is flared out at the bottom, extremely smart, organized, and prefers a sweet sensitive guy who will shower her with roses and kisses. While I am loud, tall-five ft, 11in- with long, straight, golden, blonde hair, semi-smart, sloppy, and I like guys with a sense of humor, finely chiseled body, loving, and knows how to have fun. Even though we’re completely different, we’ve been best friends since elementary school.
Once we caught our breaths, we mad the four block walk to her house. There was no way I was going to my house after that jail-break stunt without a proper excuse or a decent meal.
I always felt at home in Daniella’s house. I’m not sure why to tell the truth, just the feel of the warmth and affection that radiates off the walls gives it a happy feeling.
She had to leave to go meet her parents after a while so I left too. Going our separate ways we said our “See you later!” and headed off. I was over at her house for a few hours so the sun had already set, and the street lanterns were just starting to turn on. The streets were empty except for the occasional alley cats running around. I have walked home at night alone before, but tonight felt different. This eerie feeling that I am being stalked hovered over me like a swarm of flies on a pig.
I start hyperventilating, because I get so nervous. Running faster doesn’t help much either, just makes it worse! Suddenly I see a dark figure-a man- step out from the shadows. I skid to a stop-almost falling flat on my face in the process- and face the man.
He is about six foot, with dirty-blonde hair and hypnotic, blue eyes. He wore a blue collared over-shirt and a white T-shirt underneath. His jeans were dark blue and he had regular ten-a-shoes on. Of course meeting a guy at night with no one around isn’t very romantic if at all, even if he has the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen.
Suddenly he started to walk towards me and I noticed something about his smile… his teeth were a brilliant white and in the place of his eye teeth are two little fangs…
End of chptr 1
ps: how was it?
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