**|Chapter 1: Why Can't You?|**
Sammy
I was walking down the hall during rush hour. Where is Ben and Clair? I thought to myself. They are in big trouble with thier grandmother. "Sammy, I have a question about prom..." some girl said jogging straight at me. "Not now Patricia, prom's in three months." I slightly shoved her to the side, continuing my scavenger. I tried to remember their periods. Ben has Mr. Howards' for his last period, and I think Clair has Ms.-
OOF!
I found myself falling to the ground, butt first. And it really hurts. Like really hurts. "Ow. Man, some bod-" I stopped and and sighed. "What are you doing in a high school?"
"Oh, don't sound like that. Doesn't everyone come here to this hell hole to learn?" He said with his knowing smirk. I couldn't help but smile at him. "Last time I checked, guys who are 146 years old don't go to highschool."
"Well check again."
"Will, what are you doing here?"
"I came to apologize to Clair." His face turned soft and sad. "She hasn't been at school for a monthsince her..." I remembered the droplets of tears that ran down her face when Ben told her the news, and now she won't talk to me. I knew Clair wasn't going to be here, but I had to check. "Alright, I'll see you tomorrow." He said walking off.
As I started walking, I scanned the posters taped on the walls. They were done by Ben, Breanna, and I, the Prom commity. Some read; 'Prom's Comin' up, Double Up! -or- 'You Don't Need A Date to Make Prom Great! These were just a little we did two weeks ago, the rest were else where. And there beside one of them was Ben, and he was talking to Cherrie Jones. Why would he talk to her beside a prom poster? Oh. Little Ben's gettin' his flirt on...never think that again Sammy.
"Hey Ben!" I exclaimed while waving my hand in the air. I felt bad taking him away from her, Charries a nice girl, but can go through boyfriends like a weekly TV show. He put his index finger up to his face and said 'hold on' and jogged towards the lockers where I was. But when Cherrie looked back at me, she gave me a digusted look. "Hey Sam." His smile shinned and snapped me out of her look. "No time for 'hey', where's Clair?"
"I told you, she's still at my place." He kept calling his grandmother's house "his place". I frowned and hit my head on the locker. "This is my fault, I should done it."
"Sam, you know you couldn't. You would've gotten hurt yourself." He said. He put his hand on my shoulder and pulled me into a full embrace. I layed my head on his chiseled chest and he lay his chin on my head since he was taller. "You want me to give you a ride home?" I nodded, "I want to see her. I want to try to make things right," I sighed and remembered why I was looking for him, "She's in trouble with the principal. Today was her Mercy day to show up and I can't convince him to change his mind."
"Yeah, Grams is going to kill her when she hears that."
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We reached the over sized mansion. Man, to have a lifestyle like this must be amazing! The grass was always cut perfectly with marble statues and water fountains. "Hey" I turned to my left, "You couldn't do anything, It's not your fault, it's alright."
Ben and his confidence, it's always getting him in trouble.
As we got to the porch, the door swung open, revealing a very pale and angry Clair. " I thought I smelled betrayal."
"Clair I'm sorry, I just want my best friend back."
"No! You could have saved her! But you chose not too! And You can still do it now!" A tear dropped down my eyes. "Clair you knew why, I couldn have died!"
"Yeah, and my mother died! I wish you have died instead!" My tears came rushing down my eyes, but I made no sound, just poured tears. I looked to my left and saw Ben facing down. His face looked like he agreed with her, like he agreed that I should have died for him and Clair. Ben. He was the one who told me that I shouldn't have done it because I would hurt myself.
"I'm sorry, I should have." I ran from the porch to the street. I could hear Ben's voice calling me, "Sammy! Sam wait!" But I ignored him. I can't handle it, seeing my best friend hating me. Yes I could have brought her mother back from the dead, but I didn't have enough power, which would end up killing me. Bringing people back from the dead was only what my grandpa called "The Sirens" could do. There hasn't been any of them since the seventeeth century, they were all killed by huntsmen except one who was my grandmother. They were special witches, and highly ranked.
Why am I a witch? This power confuses my friends, makes them think can do any spell without consiquences. And they're wrong.
Trully and untterly wrong.
Ben
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Clair shouted at me when she followed me to my room. I just saw my best friend, my video game budy, my person to come to, my tutor, and my dream girl, run away with pouring tears. And I let her.
"What wrong with me? What's wrong with ME?! You just fucking bannished your best friend from ever caring for you!" She stood at the door frame, leaning on the side and staring up. The bottom of her eyes were grey. She's thirsty.
"Ben, she could have saved mom!"
"Eighteen years Clair, eighteen. Since mom and Amber met at the grocery store and stopped to acknowledge their bags, you've know Sammy. And now you're saying that you wish she was dead instead."
"So?" I can't believe her."So, even if she did try and succeded then mom would be alive but she would be dead and you would have no one to go to for help, advice, or just to talk to. Or Sammy could have failed and he and mom would be dead. Think you idiot. And maybe, just maybe she'll forgive you."
I walked out and went downstairs to the fridge. "The blood is still here,why?"
"Cause I never drank it."
"Stop being depressed and drink it so I won't lose my newly vampire baby sister." I tossed the bottle to her. I need to see Sammy, I need to see her soon. But not today.
Sammy-Next Morning
God I hate my life.
My immortal and uneasy life.
I hated and despised my life. It was hard and crazy. My parents were the actual crazy ones. My mom was regular; mortal; uncrazy. My dad, who is 409 years old, is an incabus. He feeds on blood and your dreams or memories. I once made him promise me to never take any of my dreams, bad or good. I have no idea how I came along...But I'm here! Awkwardly.
"Sammy! Do you plan to go to school today or just sleep in?" I stirred in my sheets. I sat up and looked at my mother, perfect and mortal.
"Is that a choice?" I asked while rubbing my eyes. "Do you really think it is?" She asked.
"No" Then she walked out of my room.
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Britney-
Don't drop that thun thun thun!
WHat up? How ya like it? Hope you like it! and remember...! DON'T SAY YOLO! WE DON'T CARE JUST DO WHAT U WANT TO DO!
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