Limits

Chapter 2

SHE ACTUALLY CRINGED! Like cringed as if she was afraid of me.. She must of seen the pain, the hurt in my eyes because she instantly.. And god darn it, I mean instantly started talking a load of K-babble.
"Oh, God, Emily! What are you going to do! You can't go there! Be one of those... Things. This can't be happening. Who will I go to all of our football matches with?

I looked at her, noticing that not one bit did she move towards me during her little tirade. Not one bit. I clamped down on the hurt, sick feeling inside of me that threatened to make me burst into tears myself. My eyes dried quickly though, I was good at holding back my tears. I should be. I had 4 good years to be. I massaged my head as I replied, trying to relieve her of the.. Worry.
"It's all okay, Ill figure this out K. It's probably some joke.. Or bizarre mistake." I lied.
To be fair, I wasn't really talking. I was mumbling words out of my mouth, Still grimacing at the pain in my head, I stood up. Glancing around, I felt a small measure of relief myself that me and K were the only two in the math corridor, and then I had to choke back what was to be hysterical laughter. Had I not been totally Psycho about the geometry test from hell scheduled for tomorrow, and had to run all the way back to my locker to get my book so I could attempt to obsessively and pointlessly try to study, the tracker would have found me, standing outside outside infront of the school with the majority of 1,400 kids who go to Broken Arrow's South Intermediate college waiting for what my stupid barbie-clone sister liked to smugly, call the 'big yellow limos.' I have a car, but standing around with the less fortunate who have to ride the bus is a time honored tradition. Not to mention an excellent way to check out who's flirting with who. As it was, there was, there was only one other kid in the math hall - A tall thin dork with messed up teeth, Which I could unfortunately, see too much of because he was standinf there with his mouth flapping open everywhere like I had just gave birth to a litter of flying dogs

I coughed again, this time it being wet and sounding really disgusting. The dork made a squeal and scuttled down the hall to Mrs Day's room clutching a pad to his bony chest. Guess the chess club changed it's meetings to mondays after school. I pity those poor students.
Do vampyres play chess? Are there Vampyre nerds?
How about Barbie-like Vampyre cheerleaders? Did any vampyres play in a band or become famous? Were there vampyre emos with their guy hair covering half their face or those freakishly weird goths that didn't like to bathe much.
Would I become one of those? I can see it now.

I mean I wouldn't ever dress in black and I wasn't feeling a sudden aversion to soap and water. Nor did I have one of those obsessive desires to change my hair and slap on loads of make up.
All of this whirled around in my mind while I felt another hysterical bubble of laughter try to escape from my throat, and was almost thankful a cough came out instead.

"Emily, are you okay?"

Karla's voice sounded really high pitched. Like was someone pinching her? Then she had taken another step away from me. I sighed, clenching my teeth as the first silver of anger that I felt in a long while. My blood boiled.. It wasn't like I had asked for any of this. Being marked. It wasn't my fault. Her and me had been friends ever since second grade. And now she was looking at me like I was a demon going to steal her soul and kill her. I never felt more alone and scared in my life.

"Karla, it's just me. The same me I was two seconds ago..and two hours ago and even two days ago...'
I made a fustrated gesture towards my pounding head, "This doesn't change how I am, who I am! Please.. I need my best friend at this moment!"

Her eyes began to tear up again, I could tell she was going to speak but her cell phone rang before she could even open her mouth. I could tell by the expression on her face that it was Jared, her boyfriend.
"Go on. Just answer it." I said, in a flat, tired voice.
Her relief was like a slap in my face. She looked me in the eyes, "Ring me later..Bye." She threw over her shoulder as she hastily ran out the door, not turning back. I could see her phone was pressed firmly against her ear as she charged towards Jared's car. I'm sure she was already spilling the beans, saying how much of a monster I was turning in to. Literally.

The problem being, of course, is that I could either live and turn into a vampyre, or reject the change and die a slow and miserable death. Forever. I didn't want neither to happen but unfortunately I had no choice.

Well hey. Good news is, no Geometry test tomorrow, yayy! Go figure!
Bad news is that I may need to move into the house of night. Oh lord save me.. Lord have mercy and tell me the teachers or students will be better than the ones I have to associate with currently.

There will be an update soon.