Young Writers Society

Adri

I snorted. This Karen girl was a trip. And now she was going to the office...my turn to be class clown.

Pfft! Whatever!

I just sat back again, jacket on my desk, a notebook in my lap as I continued to write a creation of my dreams, a story, just another thing to do when you've got eternity to live.

That's right.

Eternity.

Yes. No one here knows it, yet, but I'm a vampire.

(Anybody can bring me in i don't care!)

Sadie;

She smacked the punching bag with her boxing gloves and felt her bangs fall front and out of the french braid she's just put it in. She relaxed she was a witch and vampire for goodness sake! She didn't need to box, but something in her mind told her she had to. She screamed out loud in frustration. 'Life shouldn't be this hard! But why was it?' She asked herself. Being a witch wasn't that bad but being a vampire never had it's limits.
She looked around, she was the only one in the arena and the only one who felt so alone. Sadie just gave up she took off the boxing gloves and opened a spring water hoping that life had something good around the corner for her. Sweat beaded her brow and she took a white unused towel to dry it off as she lifted a blue duffel bag and left the arena. Wishing she could walk out of her life too, or at least someone else would come in.

Question. Does anyone know anyone in this story? Or are we going to end up knowing each other?

Well we meet the others as the story goes on...like Karen...Karen just ran into Alice.

Name: Michael

Race: Warlock

Age: 17

Orientation: Women

Eyes: Green

Hair: Brown, short

Height: 6'1''

Body Type: Semi-athletic

Personality: Often shy and awkward, though he generally relaxes if in a group of people he knows well. He is very slow to anger, but can't control himself when pushed too far. He worries too much, especially about girls.

Occupation: Freshman High School Student

Hobby: Basketball, Rugby, Reading, toying with people's mindsName: Michael

Race: Warlock

Age: 17

Orientation: Women

Eyes: Green

Hair: Brown, short

Height: 6'1''

Body Type: Semi-athletic

Personality: Often shy and awkward, though he generally relaxes if in a group of people he knows well. He is very slow to anger, but can't control himself when pushed too far. He worries too much, especially about girls.

Occupation: Freshman High School Student

Hobby: Basketball, rugby, writing.

Alice stood up and started walking again, her head hurt horribly, the result of a soft ball to the head and then smacking it on the floor. Dots swarmed her vision and she staggered as she walked. She could only barely make out a guys figure someone she knew to be called Daren, the chick magnet. She seemed to be the only one who wasn't attracted to him.

She paused as her vision started to go black, on some miniscule level she saw Daren pause too. But his words were lost as she passed out.

(There DR I put your character in for you)

Name: Grace

Race: Vampire

Age: looks 17

Orientation: Men

Eyes: Topaz

Hair: waist length, black

Height: 5'6"

Body type: thin, looks fragile(no one knows but she's really strong and fast)

Skin type: Pale

Personality: Shy, graceful, some would call her a book worm, friendly to people that she knows( best friends with Alice), super smart, can see the future, and can change the mood in the room/area.

Occupation: Senior High School Student; part time tutor

Hobbies: reading, Writing, and Art

Grace: Vampire

I walked in the hallway with my pass to the library clutched in my right fist. I took a sharp right turn down the next hall. I froze. I noticed the back of Daren crouched over Alice's unconscious body. I walked slowly towards him, taking caution. I knew not to mess with Daren. I let out a low hiss, which apparently caught his attention.
"What did you do to her?" I asked, not bothering to try to sound innocent.
"Nothing," he said icily.
"Oh," I said softly, " So what did happen?"
" I honestly have no idea," he replied still not letting his guard down.
I walked closer toward Alice and said, "She needs to go to the clinic. Carry her."
" Carry her?" he asked.
" Carry her," I repeated, this time it was more of a command. He stood up, I knew I had made a mistake.

Adri

I shifted. Something was wrong. I could feel it.

I listened harder. There were people in the hallway...talking...

I caught the words "happened," "clinic," and "carry."

Something was definately wrong outside.

I raised my hand, quickly coming up with a good lie. The teacher turned to me and acknowledged me. "Yes, Miss Perdue?"

"Uh, yeah, can I go to the library? I need to get a new book."

Wow. That was actually the truth, but it wasn't why I was leaving class...

"Sure. Write me a pass."

In an instant, I had a makeshift pass ready to be signed. I would trash it as soon as I got out the door, though.

I stepped out the room and turned down the hall, soon turning onto another one. And there, before me, was the source of the problem.

What the hell...?

I paused in the middle of our argument. I heard the click of a doorknob and I caught a whiff of a new, sweet scent. Fellow vampire. I smiled to myself.
" What are you smiling about," Daren asked, " Happy to get killed today, hmm?"
"What the hell..." Adri spoke out. I looked over to see her standing at the opposite end of the hallway. I chuckled.
" Hello," I said, "Could you try to convince Daren to carry this girl to the clinic, she needs medical attention." My voice was smooth, almost as if I just had a pleasant afternoon tea with an old friend, and not an argument with an over tempered classmate. I thought for sure that she could sense that I was a vampire, almost as quickly as I had, but I cold never be too sure...

Michael stepped into the gym, basketball in one hand, duffel bag in the other. He left the bag lying by the side of the basketball court and took a shot from the three point line. It dropped through the ring and rolled up against the wall.

Starting at a new school could be so difficult. He didn't really know anyone here, and on top of that the girls didn't even seem to notice him, all running off after that Daren kid.

He sat down, setting the ball on the ground in front of him, glowering at it. A pathetic excuse for a warlock if there ever was one, calling himself a wizard like he was better than the rest of them or something. He knew his hatred was uncalled for, likely born of jealousy, but he still couldn't help it.

He took another shot, the ball bouncing off the ring this time, rolling to a stop somewhere near the changerooms.

Andy walked into the gym and looked around. A freshmen not but an inch shorter then him was sitting up against the wall looking in deep thought. Andy's sense told him that he wasn't humen but he also wasn't a vampire or a werewolf. Andy slowly picked up the basketball that was laying next to one of the changing rooms and tossed it around in his hands. He wasn't normally one to talk to someone he didn't know. But he was tired of listening to all the talk about Daren. Andy was glad he would be out of the school in a few months. He smiled at the thought. He would finnally be out of here, and away from all the wonderful scents. He shook his head, ya there were some people around here that sounded just inticing, but he couldn't think about that. He dribbled the ball and then tossed it at the freshmen.

"Wanna play?" He asked,

Michael caught the ball and straightened a little, sniffing. A vampire...and a werewolf. Interesting companions, he thought.

"Me against the two of you?" he asked, looking up at last, "Or..."

Only one. Even more interesting. His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Just me and you then. Suits me just fine. Just half-court, right?" he asked, tossing the ball back to the older student, watching him carefully.