Young Writers Society

Phoebe (Lee)

I brushed class off today. I put the make-up on my pale face and glared at myself in the mirror, another day coming.

I started walking in the hallway and then all of a sudden "Ooof!" I heard someone groan.

"I am so sorry." I said helping them up."

How many subjects do they study at this school? And do they study anything like 'vampire lore' or is it just ordinary subjects? Zephyr's schedule for today- 1: History. 2: English Literature. 3: Spanish. 4: Advanced maths. 5: Gym.

Zephyr

Ms Tabbitha Dunes was smiling cheerily as she surveyed the class, considering which student should be asked to answer her next question. She looked young for a history teacher, seemingly no more than twenty two but in actuality, she had lived through more centuries than almost any other vampire. Zephyr thought Ms Dunes to be one of the most beautiful women he had ever met with her long, crimson hair and orange-brown eyes. That was probably the only reason he'd ever taken history.

"Phyr, why don't you tell us which year it was?" Ms Dunes asked at last.

"Uh... 1670?" Zephyr guessed randomly. Ms Dunes sighed.

"No, Zephyr," she said. "Why is it that you can't seem to remember a single date?"

"Sorry, I guess it's because I haven't lived through half of history like the rest of the class," Zephyr replied, causing a few of his classmates to laugh appreciatively. Ms Dunes rolled her eyes and the new girl - Drat, forgot about her - looked confused.

"It's an expression, er... the others went to this museum last term," Zephyr invented hurriedly. "But I was sick that day... and they all dressed up as historic people or something." He grinned again, reasonably proud of his attempt to smooth things over. Most of the other students rolled their eyes or suppressed giggles. Zephyr shifted uncomfortably: Lizzy was looking at him.

"So can anyone tell me the correct date?" Ms Dunes asked.

Lucinda~

I waited outside of Lizzy's first class as the bell rang, surprised to see that Zephyr walked out.
"Hey Phyr, What's up? I didn't know you had History first today." He smiled and walked over towards the wall I was leaning against.

"Yep, I despise History though. And I'm fine." He waited a moment before going on. "Luci, do you have any plans for Thursday?" Zephyr smirked.

My eyebrows knitted together, confusion written on my face. "Uh... No. Why do you ask?"

"I was just curious but I have to go right now. I'll talk to you later?" He started to walk backwards, still smirking.

I smiled at him and waved. "Yeah, of course." I soon saw Lizzy walk out of the room and down the hallway and ran up to her.
"Hey girly, how's your second day so far?" I wrapped my arms around her in a friendly hug which she still hadn't gotten used to and I laughed lightly.

"Okay. Something weird happened in History though." She shrugged and we kept walking.

(Sorry I have been sort of gone. Had a huge test on Tuesday, and I had to do ALOT of studying. Also I had a lot of homework to keep me busy, but HERE I AM ^_^)

Lizzy-

It had been strange, the talk with Hitomt-sama, spending time with Emmet, and now the History thing; however Lizzy decided to stay quiet, especially about what Hitomi-sama had told her.

Flashback
"Lizzy, there's something really important you need to know." Hitomi-sama suddenly spoke.
Lizzy nodded, a 'yes'. "Its about Leon. I would think it would be best for you to avoid him, as MUCH as possible. He has a record for violence in this school." She finished.
Lizzy nodded, she understood exactly what the freshmen principle meant.

End FlashBack.

Lucinda stood next to Lizzy, and Phyr was near by. "Hey Lizzy there's something I have to talk with you about." Luci informed Lizzy.
She nodded. "Yeah?"
"Its about Leon, and other stuff."
Lizzy nodded, but something was strange her head felt dizzy and unusually heavy. It got so bad she couldn't even hold herself up anymore.
"LIZZY!" Luci screamed.


(NOTE! There are normal classes, and 'special' classes. Lizzy only knows about the normal ones. But the special ones are around 11:00pm to 4:00pm. they include 'controlling blood thirsts', 'how to defend yourself in troublesome situations (Like getting stuck in pure sunlight), and more ^_^)

*Ooo! I like the 'special' classes. And can some of us have special abilities or is that a no, no?*

Lucinda~

I caught Lizzy in my arms before she hit the ground. I pushed her hair out of her face. Her breathing was shallow. I yelled for someone to go to the infirmary and get the nurse as i Held Lizzy up, cradling her against my body.
"Lizzy wake up Honey." I was worried. Truly worried. I could see her chest slowly rising and falling but I was afraid it would stop soon. Her plus was going crazy.
Soon I felt the nurses hands on my shoulders as she looked at Lizzy.

(Sure, Emmet has a special ability- to read minds ^_^ Just make sure you have a unique one that no one else in the sotryboard has ^_^ You'll soon find out that Lizzy has one too.)

Lizzy-

Luci and the Nurses carried Lizzy to the infurmary, and to Dr. Doodle. The doctor sighed. "Maybe I should give her my number."
It was true for the past 2 days Lizzy had been there she spent most of it in the infurmary. The Nurses laid Lizzy on a bed, and Luci sat besides her.
" She can rest here, you may go back to class if you wish." One of the nurses stated.
Luci nodded, but she didn't leave. She wanted to see if Lizzy was alright.

Emmett:

Emmett walked around towards the nurses' office dragging the freshmen vampire behind him that he had just whipped in a fight. He wasn't doing to good either. THe couch had freaked out when the younger vamp wouldn't wake up. Emmett just shrugged it off and walked into the nurse's office. His nose flared, Lizzy was in here.

"Hello, Emmett, what can I do for you?" The nurse asked. I hope he is quick about it, this human girl has kept coming in here all day and I don't know what's wrong wtih her.

"Couch told me to bring him in, he passed out and hasn't gotten up." Emmett shrugged picking up the freshmen and laying him on another table. "What's wrong with her?"

"I'm not sure." The nurse smiled. "Now, tell couch I'll send him back...."

"I'm supposed to stay here until he goes back, I'm kinda of fault for him being in here." Emmett shrugged.

(Uh, just for the record, TNCowgirl it's coach, not couch. Okay? ^^)

Tim


Tim attempted a smile, as he stared into the mirror; it faltered and he grimaced instead. Would smiling and acting like his past self bring back more memories?

He tried to smile again, but his left cheek twicthed adn he was left with an expression that reminded him of the look before death.

Tears began to fall from his eyes, unwanted, but nonetheless, they fell. He choked back a sob, "Chantelle!"

Why? WHy had the only person he had ever loved died? He shook his head, fate was an unfair leader and had somehow banished hope from his life. He wiped back the hair in his eyes and pushed the tears off of his cheeks.

Crying was not going to get him anywhere, he chest tightened as he remembered why he use to smile all the time, I smiled because I thought life was to good to waste being unhappy. What a crazy person I was.

What a stupid naive person I was.

He left his room, checking that no evidence of his tears were visible and walked into the coridoor. [sp?]

He sighed and he once again felt his heart clench in pain, Maybe I was better when I couldn't remember her.

His chest constricted more and he felt tears began to well in his eyes again. No, not remembering her would've left me as the husk of a person I use to be, well husk of a vampire.

He smiled dryly at his thoughts and he began to realise he was not walking to class like he intended to, he was walking to the infirmary. He shruggged, Maybe I need to anti-deppressants His view brightened, Maybe I can get some help!

He knew he wasn't depressed, but maybe some panadol would take away the pain in his heart and mind and soul

He knocked on the door once and was surprised to see the nurse talking to someone. It was strange to think that people would visit ther infirmary so much. Wasn't the infirmary for sicka nd injured people?

This guy didn't even look injured. Tim put out a hand and tried to smile his best. The practice infront of the mirror for hours paid off. The guy smiled back and offered his hand, "Emmit Cullen, you?"

Tim replied and thought the guy somehow reminded him of sugar, "Tim. . . I don't have a last name, . . yet.

The yet was just a whisper caught at the back of his thoroat; a painful reminder taht he had no past.

Tim looked at the guy again and was for some unusual reason again reminded of sugar. That was only thign he had picrured in his head.

Sugar was his only coherent thought as they shook hands.


(LOL, hahah! How he gonna react to that thought? ^^)

**I know, i'm a horrible speller**

Emmett:

Sugar Emmet raised and eyebrow and frowned. What the heck was that supposed to mean.

"What are you here for?" He asked looking at Tim.

"Nothin much." He shrugged. "You?"

"Brought him in." He said jerking his thumb towards the guy on the bed.

Tim

Tim glanced at the other vampire who looked like he had taken a beating. Ow.

Tim than glanced at Emmett, Now, why do you remind me of sugar?

Still staring he ran through memories that he had. Nothing made sense;

"Well, Suga-Emmett." Tim caught him self, Sugar? I just blooddy called him SUgar and he knows it!, "Emmett, yeah, well I came to see the nurse about something."

Sugar!?!? What the hell is the go? Tim thought to himself.

Then suddenly Tim felt a connection, it was as if he could hear Emmett talking, but he wasn't. Tim's mouth was frozen in place, but his thoughts cried out, because he knew something was wrong.

Tim was walking around the street looking for the person who had murdered his loved one. He was ure he would find him, if he just kept searching.

The smell of a sugarcane mill drifted to his noise and made his mouth water. A man walked infront of him. He had brown hair and brown eyes. Tim instantly recognised him. He knew this man and admired him.

Tim smiled, one of the first ones he'd smiled for a while. The man looked at him concerned, "Uncle Sam, brought you some SUGAR!"

He lifted a bag of freshly made suagr towards him , Tim inhaled the sweet scent anf accepted it, "Thanks, Uncle Sugar!"

The man pouted and replied, "Don't call me that! My anme ain't Sugar it's Sam!"

Tim laughed, "Sure, sure . . . Uncle Sugar."

With a merry laugh and nod. Tim walked off with the sugar bag in hand, occasionally inhaling the toxicating scent.

He had been walking for nearly five minutes, in a slightly more cheery mood, when he heard a scream. A man's scream.

Tim ran for it, droppping the bag of sugar; he ran for all his worth.

But he was too late. The man who had just made him laugh minutes ago; was dead. Tim dropped to his knees next to the only man Tim had ever gorown close to as a father figure.

He felt for his hand and once agin felt the same thing as he had with Chantelle. Cold, clammy, lifeless hands in which blood was not circulating anymore.

Tears formed in his eyes; he had lost mor evn when he thought he would have nothing to lose. His tear-filled eyes were drawn to the two puncture holes in his neck.

Tim's eyes narrowed. This wasn't just soem random killings, these murders were aimed at him. He frowned, WHY?!?! Why is this person after me?

He fell into a huddle next to the late man who he had called Uncle Sugar with a cheery tone a few minutes ago.

Tim looked at Uncle Suagr's face, making sure he remembered what he was like so he would NEVER forget. Tim swallowred and got up. Deaths were easier when you got one after another. The pain of one, lessened the pain of the other, but nethertheless they still hurt.

Crying Tim stumbled away, asured thsat some sugarcane workers would find him and call someone up.

Tim's effort to find this murderer doubled.



Tim was crying again, his thoughts cast out to anyone in his sorrow,

Emmett? Can you hear me!?!

Emmett glanced at him eyes wide, his mouth didn't move, Tim!?!

Tim nearly fell to the floor in emotional pain, it was on horrible memory after another it seemed. Tim glanced at Emmett, Get me a panadol.

Emmet seemed confused and replied in his head, What?

Panadol, please.

Tim sat down on one of the chairs.

(OKay, if you got any of that: Tim has just discovered his abilty is to talk through minds. It was triggered by Emmett. Tim cannot read minds like Emmett can he can just talk. You can hide anything you want from him. If he talks to you by mind, you can reply, or not. It depends on if you want to. But you can't make contact first, he has too.)

Katie sat outside the princpals office, kicking her feet. She had been told off again for wearing sunglasses in class, 'Its not my fault the sun hursts my eyes,duh' But teachers were so stupid. Katies guardian even sent in a letter, yes it was fake but hey it was still a letter. Katie turned sideways and stared out of the window.

Lucinda~

I glanced over at the nurse. She was talking to Emmet Rose. I was about to wave when i heard Lizzy cough. My head snapped back to look at her. She just looked like she was sleeping, having a bad dream. She was breaking a sweat and breathing heavy with a grimace on her face. I stood up slowly to get a damp cloth the nurse had left in case she needed it. Before I could reach for it Lizzy squeezed my hand very hard, for a human anyways.
Her eyes flew open but she didn't seem to notice where she was.
"Lizzy?" I asked in a soothing voice as I pushed the hair away from her face. When my fingertips touched her forehead pictures flashed in my vision.
It was a party. With dancing and masks. I watched as someone bit into a girl's neck. It was a boy. A boy in a nice suit and a black mask. I felt the feeling of fear. Before I could see anymore I jerked my hand away from Lizzy's forehead. She was looking at me with confusion written on her face.
"Luci? Where am I? What's wrong?" She looked so fragile to me and I didn't know for sure but if what I had just seen was true Lizzy would soon know what we all were. i felt confused and scared. This had never happened before.
I talked softly, trying to hide my panic. "Umm... Nothing is wrong. Don't worry. You're in the infirmary, you just passed out. You probably just got over heated or something."

Emmett:

Emmett had seen the dream. "Luci, how is she?" He asked in a low voice so that Lizzy wouldn't hear.

Hello! Stop ignoring me! It was Tim.

Sorry, you didn't just see what I did, how are you reading my thoughts?

I don't know. Tim shrugged.

It's nice to know someone else can read thoughts too.

Wait, you can read people's minds?

It's not a great skill, kid. Emmett hissed.

Katie could hear whispers, she hated secrets, waiting for someone, anyone to talk to her she sat.

Tim


Tim looked around, he was still in the infirmary, but the he felt something ominous. He glanced over and realized that without even knowing it he had been in the same room with the human girl Lizzie.


Tim glanced over at Emmett, She here again?

He nodded, She seems worse, . . . how do you know her?

Tim looked at him and then he remembered the things he didn't. UNCLE SAM!

Tears fell from his face, again and again this was happening, who else could they take? Tim didn't care that this was in the past he just knew that something else bad was going to happen; as if a shadow of dead were passing over his soul.

He was snapped back into attention and he answered Emmett's question with a sob, I was the first person to meet her here, but she ignored me.

He raised an eyebrow and Tim continued,And then i went to check if she was ok the other day . . . and she ignored me again. I'm not even sure why I even care.