This is Twilight in a different twist. . . . all characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.
Bang!! Was all I heard as i was walking down the street going to an art gallery, i decided to investigate what that sound was. I saw a man motionless on the ground, and another in 1900's period clothing. The body was drained from all blood, you could tell by the color of his skin. I gasped because i just could not believe what I just saw. The Man that was standing turned around, his eyes were a piercing blood red or a crimson. He just strolled over to me, and held out his hand.
"Trust Me." He said.
Oh my God! I thought. My hand was about to touch his hand when all of a sudden I woke up.
It was just a dream!! Damn It!! It was all too real, I thought. I was on the roof of our small apartment complex, and it was night. So I did not know what my paremtal units were and i did not care for that matter. I basically been taking care of myself ever since the divorce. So I could do things that normal Teenager wouldnt even think of. Doing her own laundry, working a part time job to help her parents out with the bills, and getting straight A's in school. So in the next couple years i could get into any college that I want.
I laid on my back a little while longer before I decided to get up to go to bed. I guess that I was sketching because I had my sketch book with me. I looked at the drawing that i was working on and it was someone very farmiliar. It was the man from my dream. . . the one that was dressed in the 1900's clothing. Usually my drawings have some type of meaning behind them, but I just couldnt put my finger on it.
I have drawing of a girl that is cutting herself so that someone will pay attention to her. That one became reality, because a couple months ago I became so depressed that I needed to feel something. My friend noticed that when we were changing in the girls locker room after gym class.
So anyway, I snuck into my bedroom, only because the fire escape was next to my window. I realized that it was about 2 in the morning, and I would be getting up for school in 4 hours. Ugh! school have no purpose for me because I was basically a genius in the advanced programs. Whatever, it was at least something to do during the day.
School went by slowly, no shocker there. Only because we had to sit in the auditorium for about a half hour about how we have a new graduation requirment that the class of 2008 had to do before the end of their senior year. He calls them GRADUATION PORTFOILIOS. Os everything that we have done will have to go into a binder and then we would have to present them to a panel who decides if you walk with your class or not.
I was almost at the apartment only because I had no work today. I heard screaming and sirens. Okay, what is going on, I thought. I turned the corner and . . . .