Blood{revise}

Chapter Three~

Hello, my name is Savannah and I have the most amazing life ever except the fact that I have different guys fighting for me everyday. It's hard living in a mansion with all the clothes that I could possibly wish for and a car that costed over a million dollars. My parents are so rude because they won't buy me another car and I hate my life so much.

But the gag is... that isn't how my life is going. Nothing is normal about my life. Nothing at all. I have to live in hiding and be very careful who I talk to because they could be the people trying to kill me. Trying to kill us. Nothing is normal about this.

All cliche stories seem to have a happy ending. Never a tragic ending. Never are these stories realistic enough. Life doesn't always have a happy ending.

To life, there's always death. And I don't think you, or anyone, would consider that a happy ending.

I put Romeo and Juliet away, back on the book shelf. To me, that book is far from realistic. Two teens love each other, even though their families despise each other then end up committing suicide at the end so they could remain together for all eternity. Ugh. How unreal.

I can't believe my brother actually likes that story. Someone as big and muscled as himself enjoying a story as stupid as Romeo and Juliet. Absolutely unbelievable.

But maybe, just maybe, that could have actually happened in Shakespeare's time.

Rubbing the dust from the book off my jeans off, I stood up, stretched, and stepped over all the burnt debris that covered the room.

I hate the fact that I actually do have to live in hiding. I can't never have any friends over. Just imagine what they'd do when they find out that I, my brother, and the others, lived in a burnt abandoned burning. They go running and screaming away. Might even pee their pants on the way.

In other words: Fuck my life.

I go over to the makeshift bed, which was mostly newspapers and a thin blanket that had tears throughout it.

Next thing I knew, darkness clouded my vision.

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The next morning, I was up and preparing to bathe myself. I filled up a bucket with water, got a washcloth, and a bar and soap.

After bathing I put on one of the black shirts I owned, along with pants, and black converses. I wore this outfit at least once every week, luckily no one noticed... at least I didn't think they did. No one usually paid attention to me and that's how I liked it.

I walked to school, and went to my locker. My closest friends, or the people that actually bothered to talk to me, were standing there.

"Sav! Savvvvvvvvvvv!" Shouting and waving her arms around frantically was Joni. That's what she preferred to be called anyway, i don't bother saying her real name. She was a short with brown skin and medium length brown hair, with streaks of brown in it. She may look innocent and be quiet, but that girl was a psychopath. Let's be real.

I strode over to her and got my stuff out of my locker before walking with her to Mr. Brown's class. She was talking endlessly about new food that she tried over the weekend.

Mr. Brown always wore clothes that were ripped and way to small for him so his stomach was always out. And it was quite hairy. Having to see it everyday gave me nightmares.

But I'd rather see his stomach then go back to those... to those evil sons of -

"Fine, ignore me."

"Sorry, J."

"It's fine. Are you thinking about... you know what?"

"I don't know what. Tell me what."

"You know... the... thing."

"What thing?"

"The... you know... the guys!"

"Those guys?" I pointed to a group at guys standing by lockers.

Joni glared at me before walking away. It was absolutely awesome to be able to mess with her.

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Everyday my routine was the same. Wake up. Bathe. Go to school. Try not to be discovered. Go home. Homework. Sleep. Then starting it all over again.

It was like that for as long as I can remember... until it changed.

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