Chapter One
It was amazing how one, earth shattering moment in your day could shape out how the rest of your life was going to be. It was amazing how that one event changed your life forever. I really didn't see it coming.
But they did.
The bell had rang and students were pouring out if their classrooms, shouting and talking. If you've ever listened to a swarm of bees together, well, that's what they sounded like.
I walked along the tiled hallways, smiling at my fellow students who stepped out of the way for me. I made my way over to my locker which was located next to my best friend, Callie. She looked a little pale this morning, but she was probably just hung over.
A twinge of unease settled in my stomach as I saw her turn around, allowing me to catch a glimpse at her face. Callie had dark circles under her eyes, and her lips were pale and chapped. Her beautiful long red hair hung greasy and slightly matted.
I would have usually brushed her attire off - after all, she was a party girl. It was a usual thing for her to come to school sometimes looking like this.
But her eyes... Something about them was unnatural.
Callie's usually vibrant apple green eyes were reduced to pale grey sparkles orbs.
"Cal?" I asked, timidly. I wasn't really used to comforting people. If she was having boyfriend trouble I would be of no help. Unlike most girls, I did not have a built in girl -comfort mode.
Callie mumbled at me, her voice slightly raspy and dead. I felt as though I should have been staring at a corpse. If Callie hadn't been standing upright with books in her bony hands, if she had been laying in a coffin I would have passed her as a dead body.
She stared blankly at me.
"I think I should take you home..." I began, searching her eyes for any emotion.
She robotically put her books in her locker and began stumbling away. I ran over to her, feeling as though I was watching over a zombie.
Then it happened.
All at once in slow motion, she started falling on top of me, actually half dead now. Her skinny, bony body pinned me down
"Callie!" I screeched out.
She tried to mumble something, but instead ended up biting my neck. By now most students had heard the commotion and came rushing over to help.
Teachers had called an ambulance and were already rushing her into the tiny boxlike van. Everyone was rushing about, staring, asking questions and some were even crying.
What the hell?
Only I stayed perfectly still, one hand covering the jagged, angry bite on my neck.
Only I knew Callie was never going to come back to school.
