The Flashes' End (Featuring Smosh)

My new partner

Hey Blueberries!!!!

I'm sooooooo sorry I haven't updated in a while, it's just that I'm probably the biggest procrastinater and REALLY lazy.

So, I made a little change in my story characters turns out I might just have Cryaotic in the next book instead of Ian, but Ian will be in this one instead.

I had alot of time today cause I was sick. Boohoo (X_X) I'm probably dead if I don't update next week. In that case, you should call the cops jks.

Enjoy!! or not its really up to you!!! \(^_^)/

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*While, I waiting for Mrs. Cooper to begin the History lesson, I began to write about what had happened during my latest nightmare, yet again, including the red witch's brutal killings. Her victim was taking shape on my page as I described how she controlled the sharp vines that encircled him. The man had been hanged on a tree, with eyes hanging out from the pressure the vines would make from constricting his neck, making it even harder for him to breath. No wonder my mom freaked out when she saw my journal. It'd been necessary for me to write about my nightmares, believing that if I did, they would stain the pages I wrote on instead of my brain.

Now I'd have to be careful about losing my journal, last time I watched as she read each page in horror, after I'd trusted her with my secrets, including my hallucinations. Big mistake. She'd told me that everything that I was describing had been taught to me by my grandmother. All the zombie-like men described to be fast and relentless killers, that with one bite, could turn you into one of those monsters. Even a page describing the sun shining at night. When she sent me to the CCC, those stupid doctors asked me one question, "Tracy, Do you understand that it is imperative that you must forget your grandmother's teachings?" I don't even remember my own answer. 

I stopped for a momment feeling eyes on me. It was probably Anthony. He now sat only a few rows in back of me. Ignore him. Easier said than done, everything about him seemed to demand my attention. 

I'd overheard Francois talking to Anthony about his latest gaienne. Girlfriend.

"T'aimes une de ces filles?" Do you like one of the girls?

I'd snuck a glance at him and he was definitely looking at me until he quickly turned away. Did he?

"Peut-être une de ces filles, mais je ne raconte jamais mes secrets." Maybe one of these girls, but I don't kiss and tell.

He was about to say more, but he was interrupted by Mrs. Cooper clearing her throat. She continued by asking us about the Cajuns, courtessy of the ones that came to our school. I really didn't care. Most people including myself had already made up our minds about them; they were no good.

"As you may know the french Acadians or more commonly known as Cajuns are an ethnic group mainly living in the bayous of Louisianna. They are a very Catholic group of people who had the choice of changing religion or leaving, given by the English Protestants. Of course, they chose the obvious choice of leaving and migrated to the bayous. People in surrounding areas would call them worthless. Now, as an assignment, you will be working in assigned groups on a 1000 word essay about their history."

The class groaned as she started calling out the groups. She continued to call out the groups, only leaving Liza, Sophie, Anthony, Gaston, Laurence and myself.

"Liza and Sophie, Laurence and Gaston," Oh god, no. "And finally, Tracy and Anthony."

"Alright, for the rest of the class, you will go with your partner and work out schedules of when to meet." Mrs. Cooper finished. Anthony got up from his chair grabbing his papers and throwing them on the desk next to mine. Rude much? He simply gave me a chin jerk. He looked pissed off.