AN: Ok you guys I felt like I was negeleting(I just killed that word. Hopefully you can fingure it out lol) my fans. My summer has just been like super bussy so as a reward for being so panicent, I am posting all my chapters of Vanished that I hvae typed up. WARNING: IS UNEDITED SO EXPECT MAJOR SPELLING ERRORS
Not Just Hate, Loathe
Unable to think straight I just sat there on my bed, as David waited for me to make my thoughts into words. After about ten minutes of silence David took my face in both of his hands and stared into my eyes. “What are you thinking Miss. Colden?” He whispered.
“That moving here isn’t going to be as bordering as I though it was going to be.” I chuckled. He softly chuckled along with me. “So, what do we do now that I’m the spy that uncovered that half of the people in this town should be locked up in a metal institution?”
“Well for starters, they aren’t really crazy. I mean they got the part about me being of supernatural being right. Just not the part of about Gina being a witch.” David said with a smile. “I think the best thing we could do is just go to bed, go to school, and hope for the best.”
“Ya, you’re probably right.” I said with a yawn. All this supernatural encounters were really draining all the energy out of me.
“Ok,” David said satisfied. He leaned down and kissed my nose, “don’t forget to email Jamie.” Then he disappeared.
I sprang off of my bed and rushed over to the computer. How could I forget Jamie? True, I was dealing with a lot of complicated problems in my life right now, but that doesn’t mean I can neglect my duties of being a best friend. Sure enough there was an email in my mail box sent about five hours ago. It read:
Dear Sam,
OMG!! That’s so messed up!! What I fugen jerk!! Well I’m glad that David was there for you. He seems like a nice guy. Maybe, this summer you can convinces your parents to bring him to Florida with you. Well I GTG
Sunny, like always, in Florida,
Jamie
I love Jamie, but she is extremely sallow. I knew if I told her what was going on she would ether send me to a philologist or act like it never happened and keep talking about her boy problems. That is why I only responded with this:
Dear Jamie,
There is so much I want to tell you, but fear that you might think I’m insane if I did tell you. Let me just leave you with this, Localville is about as close to the prefect little town as Las Vegas is.
Confused and a bit afraid,
Sam
I prepared for the worst as I got dressed at school. I imagined it couldn’t be as bad as adeance members throwing rotten fruits at the actors on stage during Shakespeare’s period. Like always David was waiting for me by the door, smiling and ready to carry my books for me.
“Good morning, my love.” He said eagerly grabbing my books. Then, he caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye at my bagel, covered in grape jelly I grabbed from the kitchen. “What is that?”
“You know you don’t have to always carry my books for me it’s not the 60’s anymore,” I replied. He was still staring that the bagel in my hand and with a sigh I answered his question. “I was in a rush so I just grabbed a bagel.”
“But I made you French toast.” He said sounding hurt and confused at why I would reject something he had hand made.
“Its just I thought my mom would like them because French toast is her favorite food. Also, I was thinking that tonight we could maybe go out. You know like a date, and not spy on anyone.” I said rubbing his arm trying to ease his overdramatic pain.
But, as soon as the words register in his head, his face brightened up. “I would love to escort you Miss. Colden.” We walked to school, me lessening to David planning out our evening together. As we reached the school everything seemed normal. Gina’s band of followers in circling her like worker bees would do to their queen, as she walked down the hall. Jackolen giggling uncontrollably by her locker, and the rest of the people just trying to make it to class on time. Some how though, I got a sense of uneasiness as me and David walked to our lockers. I slowly spined the lock to the right combination. I barley even touched the latch, and then the wave of things decorating the stack last night pored out of my locker. Hairs, flowers and even some brightly painted beads stood as a puddle at my feet. I screamed, not because of the puddle of strange, useless items at my feet, but because the human skull’s dark hollow eye sockets peered up at me from the bottom of my locker. A crowed of people gathered around me and David, everyone gasping and chattering about the human skull and everything else that was shoved in my locker. With trembling fingers I picked up the piece of bright pink paper that was slid underneath the skull’s chin. I stared down at the words scribbled on the paper:
I just don’t hate you, Samantha. Not just hate, Loathe.
I scanned the crowd looking for ever might have done this. Then, I caught sight of Gina, still wear her bright red lipstick from last night, fully dress in bright pink that matched the sheet of paper. Her mouth twisted in a wicked smile. Then a lady dressed in an Armani suit, pushed thought the crowed guiding me away from the band of Followers, away from Gina, away from David, and away from the skull.She ushered me into an office filled pictures with her on ski resort, and at a beach, drinking what appeared to be a martini. Her desk was neatly arranged and right in the front was a name tag that read, Miss. Cameltine. She was already scribbling things down on a sheet of paper. She looked up at the clock and wrote down the time. Without looking up from the paper she asked me, “Name?”
“What?” I asked, my mind still flying a mile a minute.
“What is your name?” She said sounding annoyed. Cleanly, she was new to the school system. In fact, she looked like she, herself, was still in high school. Her eyes were outlined with inch thick eyeliner, and she didn’t have any wrinkles on her face.
“Samantha Colden.” I said. She went back to filling out the paper. “What is that for?” I asked.
“The school has to fill out a bulling report now, every time something like this happens. Do you have any idea who did this to you?”
“Yes,” I replied amity, but then though if Gina found out that I told on her, there was no telling what she would do to me. “I mean no.”
“What is it Ms. Colden? Yes or No?”
“It’s a no.” I said and she wrote something else down on the paper. “Ok you have two chooses. I can call your parents and you can go home or you can go to your first period. What do you want to do?”
“I want to go to first period.” I said, grabbing my bag. I took a late pass from the coffee table beside the door and left for Math. As I walked down the hallway, I could feel eyes of people skipping class, or the people who go to the bathroom in the first five minutes of class, fallow me down the hallway. When I walked into math class a smile of relief speared across David’s face. I placed the late pass on the teacher’s desk and took a sit. The day moved on normal, until lunch. David had to stay in reading to argue with the teacher about a grade he got on one of his term papers. I stood there in the line, looking for anything that looked remotely eatable, when I felt a slight tug on my bag. I turned to see who it was, but no one was there. When I got up to register to pay, I opened my bag to hear a slight hissing sound. I felt something cold and leathery rapping itself around my arm. I could hear the screams and gasp of the people around me. I turned my head to see a rattle snake crawling up my arm, the wicked smile on its mouth reminded me of Gina’s. All I could to is close is my eyes and pray for the best. I have no long I stood there with my eye closed, but I felt cloth come between me and the snake gliding up my arm. I opened my eye to see the snake enclosed in a pillow case. I relaxed only to tense up again when I felt hot breath on the back of my neck.
“Looks like you have someone after you.” A voice chuckled at me. I knew that voice. It was the co-leader of the alliance of knowing citizens
AN: Ok thats all the chapters for now. Let me know what you guys think. Thanks for reading :)
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