Blood. Dead bodies. They were everywhere, yet I wasn't scared, just intrigued. What would be able to hold that amount of power, to kill so many. I walked up to one of the bodies, wanting to see what it would look like up close, and as soon as I got close enough, I realized there was no heart. I still wasn't frightened, still curious.
I grazed my hand over the place, the heart was meant to be.
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As soon as I heard to constant ringing sound of my cell phone alarm, I woke up. My room was still mostly dark, except for the television still going on in the back round. I moved my body towards my left night stand, turning on my lamp, and grabbing my notebook.
It was very early for most juniors to be awake, the time at that moment was 4:30 am. I just wanted to be up longer than usual, I wanted to do things that morning. It wasn't like I was going to do much, I just wanted to write, something I had not been able to do for a while. I needed to get everything that was on my mind, out of my mind, but I didn't want it to go away. Because all of my thoughts and dreams, could mean something to me one day.
Eventually my alarm for 6:30 am started ringing, and I got out of bed and went straight to my kitchen. I fed my dogs and was already into new clothes, from earlier that morning. Before I was able to move my house alarm began ringing. I wasn't scared, or confused. Because I knew what was outside of my home, yet it couldn't come in.
I heard knocking, knocking and more knocking on the front door. And screaming and moor screaming, all coming from the front door.
I stoped, I told myself to stop. It only happened that one night and I kept replaying it in my head. I walk out of the back door and went to my car to drive to school.
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Popular. People always thought the popular kids were mean. But how can you be popular if everyone hates you.
I was popular. I was nice to everyone, treated everyone like they were my best friend. I was fun to be around, always an adventure. I was a funny person, that was the truth. I also had perfect grades. I seemed like the perfect person, but I wasn't. I wasn't that girl who hid her emotions, I had a therapist, I told my friends some of the things going on in my life. It's just some things are meant to be personal secrets.
I walked into history class with Matt Donavon by my side. My friend I had known since fourth grade, the friend that knew how to be perfect when he had all the same flaws as everyone
"So class what are we learning about today." Mr. Saltsman our history teacher spoke.
"What the hell kind of teacher doesn't remember what we're learning?" I whispered to my friend Henry who sat right behind me. He just laughed and shrugged in response.
"The 50s Ric- I mean Mr.Saltsman." Elena said nervously trying to cover up the act that she used his first name.
"You, you in the front that looks like that Bella girl from that vampire movie." Mr.Saltsman began pointing at me. "What have we been studying about the 50s recently."
I began listing I off my notes, and when I ended I said, "I don't really see my self as much of Bella Swan, more of a Katniss Everdeen, and don't try to cover up the fact that you've binged watched all the Twilight movies and secretly are in love with them, Team Jacob for life right." Everyone in the room started cracking up, even Mr. Saltsman.
After a whole class of Mr. Saltsman trying to figure out what we were doing in class the bell rang. And it was lunchtime, which was practically heaven compared to everything else.
I walked outside of the school and was about to go to my car when a car parked right in front of me.
His name was Damon Salvatore, Stefan's brother. Everyone thought he was the hotter brother, but to be honest I thought Stefan was. Damon came out of his car and started towards the school. I turned around and started to call my friend Lyla. She went out for the lunch period and I told her to get me chipotle.
I was walking back into the school when I tripped and fell and stared laughing hysterically.
"Where did you fall this time?" Lyla asked on the other side of the phone.
"Where I always do," "the rock." Were finished at the same time.
"You know me so well don't you." I stated.
"Of course." She said before hanging up.
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"Olivia, Olivia James." I heard someone call out my name.
"The one and only." I said before turning around to see a girl that I've known since fourth grade, Caroline Forbes.
"Hey Caroline." I said greeting her.
"Hey we were wondering if you wanted to sit with us at lunch." Caroline asked peppy.
"I would love to, I really would but Lyla's parents are having issues and I thought I just go sit with you know the boys and the rest of them, but how about you and some of your friends come over to my house after school, to like hang out and whatever." I said well rambled. And Caroline nodded and smiled in response.
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Lyla and went back to my house after school and just talked when I heard the door bell ring.
"Is that the post mates?" Lyla asked.
"No it's," I said as I opened the door to reveal the mystery "man."
