thump-thump, thump-thump, thump-thump. My heart pounded hard against my chest, I gasped, clinching my hand over my heart. Sitting in an upright position, breathing heavily, my stomach turned inside out, like someone had punched me. I relaxed my body, soothing myself by humming a lullaby I've heard as a child. My mother never recognized the tune, saying my grandmother must have sung it to me.
Let's take a break and review my family tree, shall we? Starting off with my mother's side. Both her parents died when I was about two, I hardly remember them. Then that leaves us off with her brother Dave, who I'm forbidden to contact, due to the fact he's in jail. Now, over to my father's side, who are Stuck-up, cocky millionaires, well except for his mother, Eva. Grandma Eva was born into poverty and raised on a farm with her parents and two brothers. At 18, she married my Grandpa Kevin, not because he was rich but they were a young couple in love. At first Eva enjoyed the fact of living in luxury, a maid to do all the housework, a chef who cooked delicious meals at any time, and a gardener to display the yard for the whole world to see. but yet, something was missing. Ding! you guessed it, babies! Five kids, unbelievable right? anyways, out of those five, my father, William, was the youngest. Following in the path of his parents, My mother and father married young, and well, I've mentioned the rest before.
Now, back on track with Grandma Eva... Since I was born, she was always suspicious about me. Pointing out my psychical appearance, traits and comparing them to my parents. "She has golden blonde hair, you both have brown!" or "What do you mean she can't play tennis? It runs in Snyder blood!" The whole Family got into a huge argument, since then, I haven't seen Grandma Eva in 5 years.
I spent my Saturday in my jammies unpacking the rest of my room. I forgot about my phone, that was still in my bag from yesterday.Too lazy to get up, I commanded Ruger to bring forth my bag, like any other dog, he licked my face. After ten minutes of tyring to use the force, I finally got up and grabbed my phone. two missed calls, one voice mail and four text messages all from Allison. She was just checking in with me, wondering if I had fun and that we should do it again sometime. I thought about yesterday night, immediatly getting chills from thinking about the "thing" I saw. I flinched and focused back to reality. The weekend zoomed by, and I did manage to get a few things done.
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I simply adjusted to my school schedule. This morning I was feeling chic, I wore a black high waisted skirt, a white long laced sleeve shirt with red stockings and black ankle boot heels. As I skipped down the stairs I could feel my curls bouncing and patting my back. Walking down the driveway, I spotted Jackson across the street entering his shiny shilver Porsche.
"Oh Shit!" I murmured as I ducked behind the purple flowered bush. After counting to thirty in my head I stood up, dusting myself off and escorting to my Mercedes.
When arriving the lot was full, but no sight of any living being, not even Allison, who usually greets me in the morning. Was I late!? The car clock read; 7:34 a.m. The hallway's were crowded of people, whisperings loudly, and strange stares to one another. What the Hell did I miss!?
Out of no where some one grabbed my arm and guided me through the herd. It was Scott, his grasp was firm, he led me to the girls bathroom. "Lydia's in there crying, and Allison needs you." he let go, and I slipped through the small space between the door and frame. Lydia was curled up, sitting on the floor. Allison knealed down next to her.
"Lydia, it's going to be alright, I promise." Allison gave me the please-help-me-get-out-of-this look. Three seconds later, Lydia gathered herself together, puckered her lips, "Your right, I am alright" and paraded out the girls bathroom. Allison and I exchanged looks, she spoke first. "This always happens, their going to be back to normal in a couple of days."
She gathered her belongings, "She picks on someone lower class then her, to make Jackson jealous. He does the same. then, boom! together again." we both walked out, "What was up with everyone outside?" She chuckled, "rumor has it, she's pregnant." I raised my eyebrows, wide-eyed. She continued, "They need something to feed off of."
Through out the day, it seemed like the whole school was buzzing about the rumor between the couple. Lydia simply walked with her head high, as if nothing ever happened. After forth hour I stayed behind, to speak with Mr. Harris.
As I walked out from his class room, I noticed Jackson was leaning up against my locker. I took a sharp left, taking the long route to the lunch room, ignoring him, who was following me. I tried picking up the pace but he quickly kept up, he grabbed my arm pulling me back, His face only inches away from mine. He released his grasp, stepping back a bit, he squinted his eyes and puckered his lips, concentrating. "you know what? it doesn't matter."
He walked off, shoving both hands in his jeans pockets. My eyes were glued to him as he left, I stood there in the middle of the hallway like a moron murmuring, "what the hell?" as I readjusted the strap on my shoulder. I got to the lunch room to find Lydia sitting beside Stiles, teasing and flirting with him. I rolled my eyes, and sat on the oppisite side, I scooted as far off to the end of the bench.
The only noise that echoed throught the cafeteria was Lydia's annoying giggles. Soon as the bell rang, I dissapeared not bothering to communicate with anyone at the table. Limping by in the hallway was a man, wearing a black leather jacket and clenching his arm into his side. I passed him, he smelt strong and huskey. But he just kept his head down, muttering to himself.
