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Thursday, February 1, 2007

   hey ppls

hello! I don't think many of you still visit...but anyways...
this is part of an original story I'm writing, "Called Without A Pulse". It's a vampire novel, lol

Damien slouched in his chosen seat in homeroom, was at the back of the room. No one ever sat with him, and he could understand that. He never was too friendly after Jane had committed suicide. God, he missed her so much…
Damien watched as students filed into the room, busily chattering like small mice that were fighting over a sunflower seed. He could hear their pulses pounding in his head, but he ignored it. He watched as they sat at their own seats, and watched as they talked away to themselves, utterly ignoring Damien’s existence. However, Damien was used to this, for not a single personality, he had ever been friends with lived. That was not the reason others disregarded him. He always just thought it was his sinister atmosphere, and that was enough for him.
“Damien Valentine?” the teacher called casually as she checked the attendance. He raised his hand resentfully and went back to observing the other students.
“Raven Deathrows? ....”
No reply.
“…hmm…” The teacher crooked towards Damien. “Mr. Valentine, could you do me a favor and see where Ms. Raven is?” The room ignored the slight delay in attendance.
Damien, not being one to complain or be rude to others he didn’t care for, nodded silently and left the room. He was much happier to be out of that restless room.
As he wandered the halls pointlessly, looking for the girl named Raven, whom he didn’t have a slight clue as to what she looked like; he remembered the picture that Saerith gave him. He traveled down a flight of tiled stairs, stepping on every-other one out of habit. He had then reached the first floor, which didn’t consist of any classes, but held the main office, in-school suspension, detention, the nurse’s office, the guidance councilor’s office, the cafeteria, and the auditorium. Damien walked forward on the desolate floor, his footsteps echoing loudly. He couldn’t see any other people in sight, so he decided to turn around and start bearing up the stairs.
However, before he could progress he heard a door open behind him. Damien paused, and then twisted around to see exactly who it was.

haha! there's more, but i love cliff hangers1 tell me if it's any good! Plz!
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