A sacrifice for a friend.I stood quivering in front of the tall, looming figure in front of me. Become a vampire or watch your friend die!? Why is this happening?
It started three days ago, I was walking through the town with my best friend Abbie.Everything seemed great, the sun was shining and there wasn't a cloud in the sky! As we arrived at the park I let out a relieved sigh. We'd been walking for nearly an hour now and I wasn't the type of person to walk that long. "Abbie," I said as we sat on a bench in the shade, away from the scorching sun, "what's that man doing?" I pointed ahead of me as I mentioned this and Abbies dark brown eyes slowly followed my guiding finger. A man with a long black coat and holding a pure black umbrella was scurrying around an area of grass near the car park, he seemed to be mental(or Looney in my opinion.) "I...don't know, anyway he seems like a nut job to me!" Abbie exclaimed with a snicker. I decided to laugh with her but the uneasiness that was in my chest still didn't disa
Worst nightmare.The darkness scared me so much that I was like ice on a lake in winter. The crashes and bangs sound like drums being hit violently by the long, wooden drumsticks. I started to run but wherever I went the same face popped up in the blood-stained sky. Behind me I hear a voice call my name; it sound velvety and silky as it purrs each syllable. But the voice can't be from an angel because the place I'm in is like hell, fire and red smoke surrounding the dark, empty space.
I'm all alone, stranded in the never ending nightmare. It's like a sphere, round and round you run but there is no exit. Turning rapidly I glimpse a girl. She has long, silver hair that is wavy like the light sea. But there is something wrong. The girl is crying; Crying soft, tearless sobs. As I edge closer I notice the scarlet blood trickling down her pale arms. Slowly she looks up and I find myself staring into dark red, lonely eyes that shine like fire. Then it all goes blank, nothing in sight...
Memories at school.As I sat in the brown, plastic chair for my year eleven leavers assembly I began to remember. Remember all the times I had had at this school. I remembered my first day and how my stomach churned and tightened as I walked through the large, green gates thinking "This is going to be hell," well, how wrong was I?
I was quite certain that my head of year was saying her long, emotional speech but I was too distracted to listen. Instead I thought about all the friends I had made over the last five years, how many great times we shared together...like going to the theme park and riding on all the scary rides and all the lunchtimes where we would sit in the middle of the hallway and sing to Disney songs. Ah, they were the good times, but they will no longer be...soon we will be sitting in the sports hall doing all our GCSE exams and after that prom. Then when they're over, well I guess that will be the last time I see them.
I know I will miss them dearly, I will miss their smiling faces that