Ch.6 Reaper

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Will someone please send me some kind of sign to signify the zombie Apocalypse hasn't yet happened?!?!?!

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                                                                             December 20

     My bag lay packed on my bed, waiting to be dragged away to a relatively unknown location for all of winter break. Ned and I had continued to text constantly throughout the last two weeks and I was dying to see my best guy friend again. 

     I felt a little uncomfortable staying at his house but he insisted every night when we spoke on the phone, telling me it would "Break his mother's fragile heart," if I didn't come. Who can refuse after a low blow like that?

Besides, I wouldn't be able to refuse after last night.

   After a week the pain ended and Ned was able to speak on the phone without crying out randomly. His voice had gotten deeper and rougher, I had to admit it put me at ease, but he was still sweet as sugar and I loved that about him.

     Angie kept bugging me about our "relationship," and it was getting really annoying. I loved the girl, but she couldn't be just friends with a boy if her life depended on it. No matter how many times I told her, she refused to pull Ned out of the running to be my future boyfriend.

    Daniel changed as well. He began distancing himself and avoiding me like the plague. I was forced to assume that he realized how unworthy of him I was. I was also forced to give up that sliver of hope that thought Daniel might have asked me to the dance instead. He took Bree.

     Angie and I were getting ready for the dance yesterday. We met up at my room at five in the afternoon so we would have three hours to get ready. I was bursting with excitement because i thought, just maybe, Daniel would show up and choose me over Bree.

"Rose, Just pick Ned," Angie said for the millionth time. "Daniel isn't worthy."

     "But I can't get over him." I sighed loudly and threw myself on my bed beside her. I knew that he was a jerk but something just mouldn't let me forget about him. We were in our under garments, preparing our outfits. With the mention of Ned, however, I felt the depression settle over at him not being here.

"I miss him," I mumbled under my breath without thinking. Angie's vamp ears heard me and she jumped for joy.

"I knew you loved Ned, I won!"

"Nope," I responded with a giggle.

     We started to dress and I couldn't help but feel envious of Angie. Her blond curls ran down her back and her pale skin was glowing against her green dress. The slit showed enough leg to make it seem like hers went on for miles.

     After zipping up I tentatively stepped in front of the mirror and my envy vanished. I hadn't had a chance to try on my dress because I'd barely finished making it in time. I was glad. The first look only made me want to stare longer at the stranger before me

     My black hair had been curled and piled atop my head in an elegant mess, a few curls coming loose of their own accord. My pale skin was clear and my green eyes popped. A velvet choker was around my neck, with a gem that matched my dark purple dress.

     The corset accentuated my tiny waist then flowed into layers of thick purple fabric that made the dress near the size of Cinderella's. A thin layer of black mesh covered it, giving it the Gothic feel I'd been hoping for. I placed a black rose in my hair and smiled at my reflection.

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