If this doesn't work this time i'm going to be SO annoyed!
Zoe
She was alone again, what a huge surprise there. She sighed and ran the oppsite direction as everyone else. She didn't like being alone, but she didn't like being the little lost puppy following along either.
Being a vampire had its perks, like free ipods and such. Which was good for Zoe, she had a habit of breaking them or running out of room, or breaking them once they DID run out of room.
a two hundred and fifty agsty teen in the body of a 20 year old, Zoe thought bitterly. But that's what she was, and she hated it, she hated being a vampire. She hated that she was too chicken to walk into the sunlight.
She contemplated her meaningless existance on the edge of the building she had picked to sit on tonight. Her feet swinging off the edge. She dared one of her sandles to fall off, even urged them a little more.
The only time she laughed in the last 50 years was when it did. She didn't mind. She doubted the people below did, sandles falling from the sky? What's new of that? Giggling she fell back.
That's how we should measure our lives. Not in distance traveled, or time passed, or worlds conquered, but in moments... and the rush of joy—of grace—that exists within them. — Megatron (Lost Light, by Roberts, Lawrence, Lafuente)
