Are we still Friends?

Are we still Friends?

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Dear Diary, You would never guess what happened today. I still can't believe it myself. On my way back home from school I saw Amber. She looked exactly as she had when I had last seen her. Her sleek ,dark brown hair was still the same except now it went past her shoulders.Strangely, I didn't know how to approach her. The same her who I used to know inside out. After debating with myself for nearly 5 minutes, I decided to cross the street and talk to her but when I reached across the street she was gone. I had so much to say to her but all I could manage to do was walk away.I wanted to run after her and stop her from leaving. I wanted to ask her how life was in New York. I wanted to blame her for not remembering to call me. I wanted to ask her if she still had my number but most importantly I wanted to ask her the question that's been on my mind ever since I saw her today, Are we Still friends?
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Geovanni Have you ever gotten that feeling that somebody was watching you? And that person who was watching you wasn't normal. I have felt that way all of my life; but then again I felt as if I went missing nobody would even notice or care I was gone. I am 23 and just graduated from college. I was there an extra year because I had to take care of my family. I had to transfer back into the city and pick up the extra work because my mom died, and my dad became addicted to anything that would numb his pain. My little sister and brother would be lost without me here. But now I could care less. A cold breeze blew through my window waking me up from my thoughts. I looked over in the corner and saw that nothing was there. It was odd because I felt like someone well more like something was there. It had to be my imagination getting the best of me. I laid back in my bed and closed my eyes. Then all of a sudden I got the feeling I wasn't alone. But the really strange thing is that even if there was someone in here with me I felt safe. Jordan. I watched her as she slept. In fact I have been watching her since she was born. I have waited half a century to find that one person. I think I have finally settled on her. She was my choice. I know. After being in as many relationships as I have you know things. I felt my fangs tingle. Her blood smelled so sweet. Her heartbeat was steady and strong. I took my tongue and ran it across my fang. The temptation to indulge in her red liquid was far too strong. I let out a low growl and jumped out her window. I was ready for a hunt. "Did you see her Jordan?" "Yes, and tomorrow night you will turn her," "Why do I have to turn her?" "Ezra, you know once you turn them, they hate you," "I didn't hate pops," "You wanted to join though," "True, but first see if she wants to be turn before you jump to conclusions," I nodded my head, before me and Ezra took off to find some fresh blood for the night.

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