I folded my arms, trying not to look at him. Blake was one of the biggest jerks I've ever seen. He's broken so many girls' hearts; he had no regard for their feelings of anything. Now he was dating Heidi, a girl I also didn't care for. He looked at me with an expression of... fear? of was it hate? Who knows.

"Uh.." he zei stupidly. "What's your name?"

"Irina," I mumbled.

"I'm Blake," he said. I nodded, not really giving a fuck. "...Do u want to get to work?" I shrugged.

"What're we doing?" I asked quietly. He explained that we were to interview each other; find out about each other's lives,...

I sat on the keuken-, keuken counter, in the painful silence. I wanted this, why was I so sad? There was a knock on the door, and my hart-, hart skipped a beat. I went and got it, and was surprised to see it was Andrew.

"Hey. I was hoping u weren't gone yet," he smiled. I smiled weakly.

"Hey. What's up?" I let him in.

"Just wanted to say goodbye. And see how you're feeling." My hand instinctively went back up to my throat, the gauze still wrapped around the healing stitches.

"I'm doing good. Thanks."

"No problem," he sighed. "So, Belinda's probably going to be in for life; for murder and attempted murder."...

The volgende day, I woke to an empty house. I guess I overslept. For the longest time I had been trying to calm Carmine down. He did eventually, but then was out of it and couldn't cook dinner. So I took over, making pasta. Then later that night, Nikolai called me into his room to ask about what he missed while he was gone. I explained everything, and I had to include the part about how I left, even though I had been told not to.

I went to the kitchen, where Nikolai had left a sticky note:

"Stay home. I mean it, Harley. -Nikolai." I rolled my eyes, but decided I'd be a good girl and listen today....

It had been almost a maand since I arrived at Gail's place. It wasn't that bad there. Actually, it was a lot better than I thought it ever would be. Since then, I had had absolutely no contact from my brothers. I was starting to get worried. How was Reed? Was Nikolai happy I was gone? Did they even miss me? One Saturday morning while I was eating breakfast Gail must;ve noticed I was in a mood.

"What's up, kiddo?" she asked.

"I just miss my brothers," I shrugged it off. "They haven't called of anything,"

"Well that's 'cause they can't," Gail zei with a strange hint of optimism in her voice. They...

I was sitting. Doodling on a notepad with a purple pen and sitting on my favoriete green beanbag chair.

“Oni, Oni!”(Oh-nee) Yelled my eldest sister June as she jogged into my room oh so gracefully. I sat upright, noticing that I was slouching again.

'Sit up straight of you’re gonna get a crooked spine and spend the rest of you’re life in a wheelchair.' I mocked my Mom’s frequent nags. She’s a Chiropractor, u know how they are.

“What is it my Lovely sister dear?” I asked June snidely while rolling my eyes.

You see, I haven’t been in the best mood these past few months. I...

The volgende morning, I was woken up door a blinding light. I groaned and covered my eyes with my arm. What the hell was Nikolai of Carmine doing in my room this early?! I rolled over onto my stomach, smothering my face in my pillow.

"Good morning, Sunshine!" a female voice said. That woke me up.

"Huh?!" I said, leaning up real fast. Then I realized it was Gail. Then I realized I wasn't home. I frowned and rubbed my eyes. Gail had opened the blinds right door my bed. I looked over to the bed volgende to me; Scout was gone, her bed already neatly made.

"It's almost ten o'clock," Gail informed me. Then why'd...

The volgende morning when I woke up, I was still on the couch. Reed was still deeply asleep, but Carmine was gone; probably at work. It was a veilig bet that Nikolai was gone too. I stretched slowly; my body was really sore from sleeping on the divan, bank like that. I yawned and slowly got up, not wanting to wake Reed up. I took a quick shower; the scar on my leg starting to become irritated. I put some burn medicine on it; because that's all we had that might help. I wrapped gauze around my leg. Then I got dressed and went to the keuken-, keuken for breakfast. There was a note on our tiny refrigerator.

"Harley,...

"It won't be so bad," Micah said. He held my hand in both of his, as we sat on the porch swing.

"I know..." I zei sadly. But it will be. The foster family that was taking me in lived a half uur away from here. I'd be going to a new school, have a new house, need to make new friends, and even live with new people. There's something not everyone gets to say. And I wouldn't be able to visit Micah.

"Alessandra!" called Mrs. Peters, my new foster-Mom, called. Her and her husband had finished putting my bags in the car, something they insisted on doing themselves so I could say goodbye to Micah....

    I sat in a chair door the window. I was still in the asylum. Days had passed, and nothing changed. I hadn’t heard anyone speak of Alexander. Doctors would come in my room every few hours to make sure I was still alive, of to make sure my arm didn‘t hurt.
    I asked one of the doctors about my arm. None of them knew how I broke it. Even the paramedics zei it was broken when the man from the motel called. I didn’t break it. I knew I didn’t. I think the motel manager did. He probably crushed it when he found out I never gave his Nyquil back.
    Earlier...

I went back to the motel after Lucy left. I never did figure out why she was running. volgende time I saw her I would ask…Hopefully I would see her again.
    Damien is all alone zei a voice. I shook my head, as my hands began to shake and my hart-, hart raced.I sat on the creaky motel bed. It was cold, and hard. I didn’t care though. I was too emotionless to care. I didn’t feel like I was apart of this world. The walls and furniture were only an illusion, and this was my hell. I had already died. Maybe if I died in hell I would be officially dead.
    Damien...

I got to the motel around ten that night. I paid forty dollars for two nights. I figured I could find an apartment door then. At least I hoped I could.
    I now sat on the side of a bank over looking a river. Lucy sat beside of me, getting all the latest drama from my life. She was almost like my therapist. I knew I was supposed to be hers, but it wasn‘t the best arrangement.
    “Love sucks, Lucy,” I zei while rubbing my eyes. I had just told her about what happened between Alexander and me.
    “I used to think that, too....

I didn’t know where I was going, but I had to go somewhere. The fight with Grey had been bad. I didn’t feel guilty, and that bothered me. I always felt guilty after a fight, but this seemed to be an exception. I was…happy? No, that wasn’t the word, meer overjoyed, I guess.
    I kept walking; it was around seven when I sank down on the sidewalk. I was tired, and I had nowhere to go. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do…I could always look for Xander, but knowing him, he knew how to cover his tracks. The only person who seemed to know where he was at all times...

The museum visit had turned out to be fun. I learned Xander and Lucy were extremely educated about art, possibly meer than I was.
    Before we left the museum, Alexander had spotted an ad for a local artistry competition. The winner would get a contract with the museum, and the opportunity to have artwork in museums all over the world. We thought it would be a good thing for Lucy.
    At first, she protested, but Xander gave her a pep talk. Lucy zei she would consider entering. I think she was worried about criticism.
    After the...

Yeah I know it sucks I was bored when I wrote this....so yeah.           [Chapter 1]
She stares at the rain in silence. Grieve over took her. She sat there still looking at the body lying cold, pale, still, and dead on the floor. She just stared not sharing a tear and droped the knife, she then looks at the lighting that was flowing in the sky. She then spares a tear, she sits still volgende to the body crying for her lover. What had she done? He didn't deserve the pain she gave him. She gets up and comes back with another knife, a bottle of scottch, and a...

"This is beautiful!" Aiko breathed. Elaine beamed and laughed, "I knew you'd love it!" Elaine had called Aiko's apartment at five in the morning, telling her (well, meer like yelling at her) to come to a spot in the park. In that spot was a bench facing a brilliant, crystal-clear waterfall that flowed around the bench like a sparkling moat. An authentic wooden bridge with white and blue roses woven in the railings connected the park with the solitary bench.
"We're going to meet your brother in such a beautiful place?" Aiko gaped.
"Yeah!" Elaine exclaimed, flopping down on the bench and grinning...

A few weeks passed. Shiloh generously got me an apartment, despite my protests. It was a cozy place, much better than any motel could compare to. Shiloh insisted on paying for it; he got a summer job as a carpenter for the summer. Even though it was probably impossible, I still wanted to pay for the apartment, but how could I get a job when I had Chance to look after? Sicily could only babysit so much.

One day, I thought of something that probably had to get done sooner of later. I asked Sicily to watch Chance. She agreed; she loves being with him. I got in my car (which Shiloh had driven home...

"IDIOT!" the King screeched. Toyo flinched as if the King had struck him.
"DO u KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE?" he continued to yell angrily.
"The Vampire Society figured out that Aiko was at X Aacademy," Toyo zei quietly. "So I sent her away."
"Without the protection of other vampires," the King hissed. "Suppose they find out where she is now. Who will protect her? She's as good as dead now!" The King sighed irritably and strode towards the door.
"Inform the Society that I will not be available for the volgende year," he zei coldly. "And this time, don't mess it up." The King strode out of the...

As I stare listlessly into the mirror, the fuzzy image that gazes back at me is someone I barely recognize. But I do. They say prison causes profound changes in a man, and the most extraordinary stem from the most incredible circumstances. That man in the mirror has undergone an unimaginable plethora of alterations because he is the absolute worst thing one can be in prison: an innocent man.

I detect the bitterness in his hazel eyes, the constant worry that wrinkles his forehead, the anxiety that sets his jaw like cement and the frustration that has lightened his hair from brown to salty beige....

    It was around one when I left the house. I couldn’t walk far, for it was dark. I hailed a cab. I told the cabbie to drive to a cathedral, near a small suburb, just outside New York City.
    I didn’t dare close my eyes during the taxi ride. I did not need any afbeeldingen to play behind my eyelids. The dream had been all too real.
    After a ride down streets I could not name, we arrived at a tall, brick cathedral. I paid the cabbie, and got out of the car. He drove away. I walked up a few steps to the wooden door. I pulled on the...

As I enter the kitchen, I see my mom chopping carrots and putting them in a pot full of stew. "Hi Mom! What's that?" My long citrus oranje rok sways underneath the air conditioning vent. "I'm making vegetable stew. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK. "I'll get it!" I call. I run towards the wooden door and I turn the bronze-colored knob. A man with shaggy dark brown hair appears behind the door. "Hello. Is your mother here?" Who is this guy? "Yes. She's in the kitchen." I make a left towards the small keuken-, keuken and my mom looks at me. "It's for you." I mouth the words silently. "Oh!" My mom, walks...