Cassi-- Werewolf
Dear Diary,
The Werewolves and the Vampires are at it again. There was almost a major fight in my English class today, right before the bell rang. I swear, if the teacher hadn't have walked in, there definitely would've been bloodshed.
I paused, my pen suspended half an inch above the paper, rolling my eyes at the words I'd written. The last two weeks worth of entries had started in the same, boringly repetitive way. Was it even worth it anymore to talk about all of the fighting? I sighed and resumed my ritual, reaching the part I really wanted to talk about.
I used to be friends with one of the boys, way back when I was about six or seven. We never talk much anymore, but he was sure looking at me a lot during the fight. It was a strangely expectant look, like he wanted me to jump in and fight with them, like it was my duty to my race or something. I honestly thought I'd made my position clear enough. Fighting brings out the absolute worst in people. The boy fighting used to be one of the kindest people I knew, and yet, ten years later, he's looking on the verge of transforming in the middle of a classroom due to some ancient battle he has no place in. Sometimes I wonder
My eyes had gone glassy, staring unfocused across the open courtyard as my mind wandered away from how to word what I wondered. The fighting really was a daily rite now, something that no one even paused to wonder about anymore. As I struggled to concentrate back on what I was doing, I noticed Adria's familiar figure walking across my line of sight. I blinked out of my reverie, debating for a moment before closing my diary with a heavy sigh. I couldn't concentrate anymore; I'd finish it later. Eager for the company and the distraction, I hurried to catch up with her.
"Hey, Adria!" I greeted as I fell into step beside her. "What's--"
My eyes fell suddenly on the figure beside her and I clammed up instinctively, both startled and made nervous by his appearance. I didn't recognize him at all, and that made me a bit apprehensive. I struggled to find my voice, realizing how rude my abrupt cutoff had probably seemed. "Hello," I managed politely. "I don't believe we've met."
((Sorry for the late start. I was out of town.))
