Chapter 1

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*Okay, okay... Let's do this*
*Are you ready?*  A nod.
*Good.*  A pause.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I now introduce your new Student Council President, Alexander Winters!"

Even though the entire gym was packed, the number of hands that clapped were countable but, Alex wasn't going to let any depressing moment of his depressing life ruin this perfectly good day for him. He cheerfully received the microphone from the Principal and started.
"Hello everyone!" And when he finished imagining that the whole gym had responded to him, he continued. "For all those who helped me get here, I thank you and promise that I won't let you down. And special thanks to those who voted for me because my name is similar to that of our best sportsman, Bobby Winters!"
At the sound of that name, everyone got noisy, cheering and chanting for the person nobody knew as Alexander's cousin but, the ultimate jock.
When the noise died down, he thanked them for their presence and left right after. He knew it wasn't right but, he was jealous of his cousin- even though it was his idea that nobody knew that they were related. But he wasn't jealous about how he could get any girl at anytime or how many parties he could get invited to and he could decline but because of the fact that to the outside world, Bobby mattered and Alexander didn't.
He walked into the class, picked up his bag and immediately stopped caring about what he was fussing over a few seconds ago. That was one of his numerous flaws; he was disinterested in the world around him most of the time. A few minutes inbetween though, his emotions raged within him like a torrent, letting him fuss over useless things. He walked out of the class and stared at the world around him; the world that didn't recognize his existence. He stared at the people who connected themselves with others, those who wore fake smiles to people they had to keep around as friends, those who tried their possible best to keep people around them because they wanted to hide their own obvious insecurities. He sighed, walked out of the main entrance, took a left and heard someone calling out to him.
"Hey man..." He turned to see Bobby walking behind a thin hedge he could see through.
"What do you want Bobby?" He asked as his cousin fell in step with him.
"Alright so, I know you don't like parties..." Alexander nodded slowly.
"True... go on."
"And I know you like helping out a cousin who loves you sooooooooooo much!"
"Just stop with the kiss-ass remarks Bob, what do you want?" He grumbled.
"Okay, okay." Bobby sighed, slouching his muscular shoulders.
"I have to go to Jane Austen's party tonight but, I have to make a delivery to... 'Spooksville'."
Alex snapped his head up so fast in reaction he thought he might've broken something. Spooksville was the name Alex and Bobby had given to haunted-looking abandoned house at the end of their street. So, it was quite a surprise that a package would be delivered there.
"Did you say... Spooksville?" He asked and Bobby responded.
"Yeah, Spooksville. Thought you'd be interested. Seems a family has moved in; the Lincons'..." And he took a deep breath before spraying the rest on Alex as they go to a parking lot. "AndIneedtogotothepartysoIneedyoutodeliveritforme. Pleeeease?" He asked with an innocent smile and a helmet in his hands.
After contemplation, Alex snatched it from him and collected the keys. "Where's the scooter?" He grumbled and Bobby pointed to the vehicle carrying a large thermos chest.
"Thanks man, I owe you one."
"You owe me plenty." Alex sighed and stared at the chest, wanting to know what was within. "I know you we're curious so, you checked- what's in the chest Bobby?"
Bobby laughed nervously and answered vaguely.
"Well, I think they have one super sick person down there dude."
"Why's that?" He asked and Bobby pointed to the chest.
"Cause that..." he swallowed.
"That chest is filled with bags of blood."

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Elizabeth stared at the living room and sighed. She hated moving- and that happened a lot.
"Elizabeth honey! Come in and help me with this." Elizabeth's mother, Meredith called from her room. She walked in and saw her mother struggling with a zipper.
"Really?" Elizabeth arched an eyebrow. "What?" Her mother asked innocently.  "It's hard. Help me yeah?" She smiled and got on her knees with Meredith.
"Where's grandpa?" She asked and her mother pulled a stubborn strand of blond hair from her face. "He's upstairs." "He's on the second bag?" And Meredith nodded sadly. When they were moving, he got sick and they had not been able to do anything for him; just constant transfusions.
"Yay! I did it!" Her mother triumphantly exclaimed, hoping to ease the tension and Elizabeth rolled her eyes in amusement- meaning that it worked.
That's when the doorbell rang.

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