Just Another Vampire Story

A Gift

 "MR. MADISON!"

 Wow! I don't even know what a sonic bomb is, but I think this could be an example! The voice of Mrs. Hastings, the Biology teacher, boomed throughout the classroom causing Tomas Madison's head to snap up from whatever he was gawking at, and glanced around..."I suppose you can repeat, in your own choice of words, what I was saying about Endospores?" She demanded, raising an eyebrow. I didn't really want to watch; I already know he wasn't going to fulfill her wish and that she's then going to humiliate him so easily. Exactly what happens in her every period, so I just gazed at Lora Ramsy's hair in front of me.

 Today is Tuesday; four days since the most eventful day I've had this year. And this week is a little dull. I mean nothing new, or simply exciting, has happened in the course of this week. There has been this thing in my head, making the beating scene replay over again in my mind, and telling me something was wrong- just wrong about the way they just ran off. Why? What made them back off so quickly wit -

 "Miss Smith!" My eyes snapped to the direction of her aggravated face. I sat up straight, and gave her an innocent look. "What are the physical and chemical stresses Endospores face?" I smirked. I never pay attention to her when she's explaining, and I always read the whole section before she starts babbling about it...

 Then again, I am actually too lazy to even moan. But not one teacher has received none of an answer of anything from me, so I had to answer. "Hm...stresses that Endospores face?" she nodded impatiently. I heaved a sigh, "Gamma radiation, high levels of UV light, detergents, disinfectants, heat, freezing, pressure and desiccation." There you go. Can she leave me alone now?

 I waited for her to say anything, but she just stared at me. I sighed.......that girl is so unpredictable...smart though, but she doesn't have to act stupid for attention...this generation doesn't have a promising future, I am sure of it!...I scoffed. God, why did I have to even bother to know what she was thinking? Why is she looking at me like I've committed a murder? I am already on edge today, so this is so not helping the relaxing process...STOP LOOKING AT ME!

 "Alright class, tomorrow, there will be a test on this whole chapter." A series of groans and whispers spread across the rows of desks. "So please, try and feed your brains some information, will you." hm...I don't have a problem with a test; it's the way she looks at us; like we are the stupidest generation of human beings ever created. Why is she so uptight? She looks....well, she looks old, maybe older than she really is. If only she tries to wear modern clothes, or...just puts her hair down from that tight bun! That is easy! She can do it now!

 At the same moment I thought that, she turned to her desk and gazed at nothing...then she reached her left hand to her bun, and pulled a pin. Her dirty blond hair fell loosely below her shoulders. My mouth fell open; not like the others- because she was actually wearing her hair like anything different from the bun- but the real reason of my surprise was...I mean... - no, it's not that. It just can't be!!!

 Well, there is a way to know what is really happening. I looked around me, looking for someone in particular who I could try it on...none. I looked in front of me....Lora. Her bright blond hair like a waterfall on hair back. The only quality of her in my eye sight...braid your hair...I couldn't really think of a command for her, that is what just popped into my head.

 She held her hair and combed it with her fingers, then she slowly made it into a long, shiny braid. She held the end of it and turned towards me, and said quickly in a soft voice, "Do you have a hair band?" I pulled a band that was wrapped around my wrist and gave it to her. "Thanks." I smiled at her and bobbed my head.

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 Hm...I control people. That's cool...I guess? I am not going to do it all the time, not to everyone, not unless truely needed, lik- "yo, what the hell is taking you away from us? You've been acting weird for the past two days!" Michelle nudged my elbow, with a disoriented look upon her face.