A Daywalker's Diary

Arrival

Entry 26:

I must say... I like meeting all kinds of people. Funny people, serious people, anyone really. It doesn't matter to me. It only matters that the person is their own person. "I am me. You are you. He is he. She is she. We are we." Now that I think about it... so many things have happened since the arrival of certain people. My whole life has changed from being boring to something full of excitement. In fact, I'm grateful to these people... I love them, they're my family.

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"In what way is acting like a brat a funny story," I said, glarig at Zavier. He glanced over at me, "It's because I'm not entirely sure myself. I.. just started to feel weird and act that way," he admitted. I shook my head, "You're lame," I muttered. We kept walking passed different vendors, selling different things. "Miss, shall I do your make-up?!" I heard a lady call as we passed a popular store. I turned around, "Uhh.. No thanks," I said smiling. "Aww~! Come on! It's free!" she said with a grin. I shuddered. Please leave me alone... I do not want you to freaking touch me... I just smiled, "Ah.. no, it's okay," I said again. "Don't you want to be beautiful for your boyfriend right there?" she persisted. 

She doesn't know how to take 'No' for an answer. Zavier slung his arm around my shoulder, and stared at the girl. "I think she beautiful without make-up. Please excuse us," he said, turning us around. "... so cool..." I heard her mumble in awe. "Thanks..." I said, "For 'saving' me." Zavier just shrugged, took his arm back, and put his hands in his pockets. "She obviously didn't know when to give up," he said. I sighed, shaking my head a little, "People these days..." I muttered. We kept walking, but we couldn't find Vince. "Where the heck is that guy?" I asked. Zavier sighed, "Don't tell me the idiot's gotten himself lost..." he said. I laughed, "That would be super funny." He glanced at me, "Let's leave then. It'll teach him not to go running off again," he stated. "Wait! I have a better idea," I said smiling evilly, "Let's go to the 'Lost Children' desk and have them call for Vince." Zavier chuckled, "That'd be embarrassing." I nodded.

We were on the second floor, when I spotted a head of blonde and black hair. "Oh.. I found him," I said, pointing on the first floor. Zavier looked in the direction I was pointing, "What's he doing?" he asked. I stared down at Vince, "I think... he's buying something," I stated. Zavier rose an eyebrow, "From a jewelry store?" he asked. I shrugged, "He's probably getting something for his mother," I stated. Zavier just shrugged. I rested my elbows on the rail, and had my chin on the palm of my hands. Zavier leaned his back against the rail. "What's taking him so long?" I wondered out loud. Zavier shrugged mutely. After another minute, I got bored. I sighed, "Let's go," I said, grabbing Zavier by the arm. "What? Where are we going?" he asked. 

I smiled, "No where in particular. I'm just really bored," I stated bluntly. We walked around, and ended up in the nearest bookstore. I heard Zavier let out a small laugh as we went to the "New Fiction" aisle. "What's so funny?" I asked, looking at a couple of books before glancing over at him. "I just remembered how we met," he said. "Oh yeah... you were that mysterious creeper... guy," I said, not able to say 'Pureblood' with so many Humans around. "Creeper?" Zavier asked. "You knew I wasn't my full... race," I said. "I just knew. I already explained why," he said. "And, you ended up following me to my school," I added. "Stop that. You make me sound like some weird stalker," he said. "Who knows, maybe you are," I said with an evil grin. 

I heard a familiar british accent. "Is there any books on alchemy?" the voice asked. I turned my head to see Collin at the front desk. I gasped, "It's Collin!" I whispered quietly. Zavier turned, and his face went from curious to annoyed. "God, what is he doing here?" I heard him muttered under his breath. "I'm guessing, getting a book about alchemy?" I asked with sarcasm. "Oh haha," Zavier mocked, glaring at me. I punched him lightly on the arm, "I was kidding, get a hold of yourself," I said seriously. I looked at the time, "... weren't we looking for Vince...? Why's he taking so long?" I asked. "Who knows... probably found himself a girlfriend to propose to," Zavier said, stuffing his hands in his pockets.