My random Life and stories By: Kelsi jones Huntsville middle School 8th grade Anthology May 10, 2013 Biographical Sketch: PART 1: This part of my anthology is just about vampires, werewolves, and romantic relationships that have tragic endings to them. These stories were inspired by my friend Jennifer. When I went to school with her, she’d joke around and mess with me about how she was a vampire. Sometimes she’d try to scare me when I’d stay the night at her house or she’d stay at mine. The stories she’d tell me about vampires and werewolves would help me sleep and gave me an imagination. PART 2: In the spare time I had at school I would write letters to myself and my crushes and even people across the world that I haven’t met before. And I’d keep them. The ones to my crushes usually started with Dear You,… and the others are Dear Whoever is Reading This,… and Dear Me,… I planned on keeping them until I was able to send them off one day and have someone read about my life and how tough it is. Nothing really inspired me to do this. I guess I just felt like I could share something to someone and they’d get me or they wouldn’t th ink I was a freak for writing letters to random people.
My Train Ride I didn’t know exactly where the train was going. After paying my fare, I simply stood on the platform waiting for it to whisk me away to somewhere, anywhere but here. And that’s when it happened. The train started ahead slowly. I heard a heavy loud scr eam from the train and started to get sick, I blacked out. By the time I wake back up, the train had stopped and groups of chattering people were slowly stepping off. That’s when I got off too. When I stepped off I noticed that my bags were a little heavier than they were when I left. I stop to check them…nothing unusual. I just thought that my arms were still asleep from my rest on the train. When I looked up I glanced through a small group of folks that seemed to have no idea that I was there. What I saw was a dark shadowy figure hidden beneath a plank that had a ticket box on it. Right then wonder filled my mind. I didn’t know exactly what it was, what it was doing there, or why it was hiding. I decided I’d sleep at the station that night. I had only had a few hours of sleep when I was awaken by a sound that reminded me of an old stray dog that didn’t seem to like me that well. It was growling. After that I felt a sudden shove to the ground, strange though I vaguely remember standing up. I hit m y head on the concrete ground hard enough to get a concussion from it. Later I recollect waking up with a strange pain, a pain I’d
never felt before. It hurt so bad I couldn’t even breathe without my eyes watering from it. Then I saw the figure again, but my eyes blurred and it disappeared. I look around and see blood everywhere, it was all around me. When the sharp pain hit me again I realized that it was my blood. The pain hits me again. I panic and look at my shoulder. Something bit me. I start looking around frantically for someone, something that could have done this. I am alone. I then tried to stand but, feeling another pain I fell to the ground again. I pull up the leg of my dark, boot cut blue jeans and find another bite mark. Funny, I d idn’t notice my leg covered in blood. Then I started to get the feeling that I wasn’t alone anymore and that whatever was with me was watching me too. When I finally find the strength to stand up, I look around for an exit. I heard the growling again, I grab my bags and I run. I quickly turn a sharp corner and slide but, luckily I catch myself on a wall and keep running. I hear another growl, its closer now and its echo brings chills to my body. I find a room and lock myself in it and I fall asleep. Morning comes unexpectedly. I hear a voice and it reminds me of my sister I left at home with my step mother that I know will take care of her. The girl of the voice asks for the key to the janitor’s closet. The doorknob twitches and I start to get nervous and hide my face thinking that it’s the end for me. When the door opens the girl steps in and flicks on the lights. I look up she was older than what I thought she would be. When she looks at me I duck and hide my face again. “Y-You alight, Sir?” t he girl asked bending to see my face a little better. “I’m fine. And I’m a girl.” I answered looking back up at her. “I am terribly sorry. Y -Your hair was tucked in your sh-shirt and it made it look short. And your t -torn shirt and jeans, they just k -kind of threw me off.” “It’s fine, thanks bye,” I told her in a rush as I grabbed my bag and ran outta there before she noticed the blood on my jeans. I turn a couple of corners and find a bathroom where I change my clothes. I found some spray paint in o ne of my bags. I sprayed the ends of my hair with it. Orange and blonde? I don’t think so. I take the other can I found and sprayed over it, black and blonde? Ok. I took a look in the mirror, with my outfit, I didn’t think my hair would look this goo d. I leave the station and still I feel that pain with every step I take. Later I decide I need a break from walking. But as soon as I stop and go to sit down in the green blades of grass beneath my feet I see an old barn a little down the dirt road. I head towards it. When I get there it’s filled with hay I sat on a stack of two. Then I look at my bites. They were worse than before, I thought about patching them up but as bad as the bites were I didn’t think anything I had would work. Both of the bites were blistered, my skin was rotted, and they were swollen and red. The pain had disappeared and I slept the rest of the night, until I woke up to a piercing shock running through my stomach. The shock ran down my body and made me ache everywhere. I was sweating and bundled up in some jackets because I couldn’t stay warm. When I looked at the mites this time, I immediately thought I was dying. I tried to move but when I did my body would stiffen and feel like my bones were shattering inside me. The pain kept increasing making me scream for help. Then it happened.
I only remembered the pain that morning. But I knew that something was different about today, no pain. My eyes are green, the bites are gone, and my hearing was increased to where I can hear a twig snap a mile away. Any other day my eyes would’ve been blue, the bites would send sharp pains through me, and I wouldn’t be able to hear an air horn if you blew it in my ear while I was sleeping. I still don’t understand what exactly happened to me but at least I know what I am. And I know I’m not the only one. Because every full moon, I run with a pack. My pack. Treenah The new girl. She was so strange. Pale, quiet, and wore a lot of black. Her name was Treenah and she never talked to anyone. No one knew exactly why. She was just odd in those certain ways that could only be described as a vampire. She lived by herself and took care of a sick grandmother. Some kids had spotted her in the front yard of her house at night talking to herself. She wore a black hoodie all the time and a pair of black jeans her mom made before her disappearance. One day a small group of teens followed her home from school. Their names were, Mariah, Jane, and Brian. They were asking her random questions just to make her talk. When Treenah got tired of it she started to answer them. Mariah: “Why are you so pale?” Treenah: “I don’t like the sun.” Brian: “Well, why do you always wear so much black?” Treenah: “Well, it’s just different from what everyone else we ars.” Jane: “HA! What are you like a vampire or something?” Treenah: “Yes, I’m totally a vampire.” Brian: “Prove it then.” Mariah: “Yeah, show us your fangs.” Treenah thought that they would leave her alone when she said yes. But they didn’t, they just kept hounding her. Treenah: “Show me yours.” When they all smiled, flashing their teeth at her, she screamed and ran. They attacked her, another scream then it was all quiet. Treenah may not have been a vampire then but she’ll become one soon.
Yes or No Yes or no? These were my last words. I never thought about my last words and I wish that these weren’t them. You usually think of your last words being, “I love you” or, “I’ll miss you” or close to those at least. The first day of school: His name was Tony and the first time I ever laid my blue eyes on him, I immediately thought I was in love. We were total strangers but I knew he had a special thing for me too. I thought of him every day. I would sit close to him in
lab and we’d talk like best friends. A few days later we were doing everything together. The sixth week of school: Tony started coming over and giving me rides home every day. My mom liked him but my dad didn’t have time to meet anybody because of his busy work schedule. I bet he w ould’ve liked him though. Well I hope. Eighth week of school: Tony snuck me out of the house one night and when he did he took me into the woods. I just kept thinking that this was the night, the night I ask him out. Well when we stop walking he sat on the hood of an old car, then he decided to lie down and I lay with him and look at the moon, laying there with his warmth so close to me made me want to ask him even more. So I did. When he didn’t answer right away I got worried. When I worry about so mething I get stuck in a trans, paralyzed by my thoughts. I come back to him talking about something. That’s when I asked, “Yes or no?” Those were my last words. The last thing I remember is Tony above me saying, “Yes. Yes I will.” And “It’s ok, you’r e gonna be fine.” The bright lights were blinding me and realizing that I was in the hospital. “The doctor is gonna get the bullet out I promise, ok? You’re gonna be ok, Cait.” Then I can’t hear his voice anymore, I can’t see his face, or feel his warm th, or even see the tears running down his face. Now I’m dead. I miss him, though I can see him every day and try to make him hear me or feel me or something, anything to let him know that I’m still here.