- Chapter 1: He's A Stray (Raven's POV) -
For only 20 years, 20 long years sucked for me, when I was only 23 years old, I became a vampire, why? well ask Jacob, my moron and bitch, kahaba of a boyfriend I wish I can strangle, me and Jacob were at a party from his friends, he was being a little prick like always even if people are around he would blame me for it, I was just looking at a couple of beautiful roses until Jacob grabbed my arm, "Why wewe always looking like a stupid tramp? at least onyesha some respect for once" he alisema and jerked my arm away, I ran to the bathroom, I just wish I can go but he's zaidi stronger than me since he's older than me, I came out and look at that, he was flirting with the elder of vampires, she looked retarded though, I walked up to them "So you're not doing the sex for money drive tonight I see" I said, Jacob's face got pissed and dragged me outside, "Why wewe got to be so damn disrespectful? you're not a human anymore and wewe never will be, you're too stupid to be a vampire, I wish I never turned wewe into one years ago" Jacob alisema then he slapped me, it hurted bad until this guy grabbed him off of me, "Wow wewe have no respect don't wewe bud?" the guy alisema and wow he kicked Jacob in the stomach, kicked him in the face with his foot and broked his jaw, "If I see wewe hit a woman again, your punda is going in the sun" he said, "You okay?" he asked me, those beautiful brown eyes just had me drawn to him as soon as he came to help me, "Wait a moment" I alisema and kicked Jacob in the balls, "Now I'm better than ever" I said, I walked away on my way nyumbani until the same guy showed up on his motorcycle, "Ma'am if wewe want I'll give wewe a ride" he offered, his skin is dark as native american, I could tell he's american and native american, "Sure..I'll onyesha wewe where I live" I alisema and got on the bike with myself holding onto him, he was driving me home, he finally stopped where I lived, I got off of his bike, "Hey..I didn't get your name" he asked, "Raven....Raven Erskine" I alisema to him, "My name is Peter, Peter Forbes" he alisema to me, we shook hands and I walked inside, I can even tell he looks like he's a criminal but I'm glad he helped me out with Jacob, the inayofuata night, I walked to tell Jacob that he and I are over, "Jake, we're over" I alisema to him, "Why breaking up with me just because I hurt wewe one?" he said, "Once? yeah damn right, wewe beat me up ever since wewe turned me!" I began to yell at him and walked out, "Who are wewe seeing Raven?!" Jacob asked me until Peter came around and grabbed me and started kissing me, I knew he's making it look like he's the one I was 'seeing' "Bastards" Jacob alisema and Peter's lips slowly let go of mine, "I'll take wewe home" he whispered to me, something about him is so different I could swear I still felt his lips on me, "Thanks, he was a crybaby" I alisema to him, "What do wewe see in this guy anyway?" Peter asked me, "I probably won't know what I did see in him, but thanks again" I said, "No problem, if wewe need anything else here's my number, if wewe call it I'll be there" he alisema to be handing me a piece of paper, he put the paper in my hand and I felt a shock hit me when he touched my hand, we both smiled and he went back on his bike and drove away, I think I'm in love.
- End of chapter 1 -
For only 20 years, 20 long years sucked for me, when I was only 23 years old, I became a vampire, why? well ask Jacob, my moron and bitch, kahaba of a boyfriend I wish I can strangle, me and Jacob were at a party from his friends, he was being a little prick like always even if people are around he would blame me for it, I was just looking at a couple of beautiful roses until Jacob grabbed my arm, "Why wewe always looking like a stupid tramp? at least onyesha some respect for once" he alisema and jerked my arm away, I ran to the bathroom, I just wish I can go but he's zaidi stronger than me since he's older than me, I came out and look at that, he was flirting with the elder of vampires, she looked retarded though, I walked up to them "So you're not doing the sex for money drive tonight I see" I said, Jacob's face got pissed and dragged me outside, "Why wewe got to be so damn disrespectful? you're not a human anymore and wewe never will be, you're too stupid to be a vampire, I wish I never turned wewe into one years ago" Jacob alisema then he slapped me, it hurted bad until this guy grabbed him off of me, "Wow wewe have no respect don't wewe bud?" the guy alisema and wow he kicked Jacob in the stomach, kicked him in the face with his foot and broked his jaw, "If I see wewe hit a woman again, your punda is going in the sun" he said, "You okay?" he asked me, those beautiful brown eyes just had me drawn to him as soon as he came to help me, "Wait a moment" I alisema and kicked Jacob in the balls, "Now I'm better than ever" I said, I walked away on my way nyumbani until the same guy showed up on his motorcycle, "Ma'am if wewe want I'll give wewe a ride" he offered, his skin is dark as native american, I could tell he's american and native american, "Sure..I'll onyesha wewe where I live" I alisema and got on the bike with myself holding onto him, he was driving me home, he finally stopped where I lived, I got off of his bike, "Hey..I didn't get your name" he asked, "Raven....Raven Erskine" I alisema to him, "My name is Peter, Peter Forbes" he alisema to me, we shook hands and I walked inside, I can even tell he looks like he's a criminal but I'm glad he helped me out with Jacob, the inayofuata night, I walked to tell Jacob that he and I are over, "Jake, we're over" I alisema to him, "Why breaking up with me just because I hurt wewe one?" he said, "Once? yeah damn right, wewe beat me up ever since wewe turned me!" I began to yell at him and walked out, "Who are wewe seeing Raven?!" Jacob asked me until Peter came around and grabbed me and started kissing me, I knew he's making it look like he's the one I was 'seeing' "Bastards" Jacob alisema and Peter's lips slowly let go of mine, "I'll take wewe home" he whispered to me, something about him is so different I could swear I still felt his lips on me, "Thanks, he was a crybaby" I alisema to him, "What do wewe see in this guy anyway?" Peter asked me, "I probably won't know what I did see in him, but thanks again" I said, "No problem, if wewe need anything else here's my number, if wewe call it I'll be there" he alisema to be handing me a piece of paper, he put the paper in my hand and I felt a shock hit me when he touched my hand, we both smiled and he went back on his bike and drove away, I think I'm in love.
- End of chapter 1 -
Hi. My name is Jake Gartner, and right now, basically a huge mutant serpent is coming to kumeza me whole, tear me to pieces of flesh, so I have no time to talk right now. Oh, um...you want to follow me? Sure, just accept that everyday will be the best of the thrills. Right now, we are not getting any help from the immortal world, so just know that we have a horrible system of magic right now, and we have an extremely low supply of weapons, thus, the chance that wewe will get out of this mess is around eighty-six percent. (because of me, the master of war) Oh yeah, the serpent. Enough talk. (ROARS) Off to kill a mutant serpent!!! (stabs, deflects, cuts a gash in its head, dies) That's only our first one, trainee. Whatever your name is. inayofuata time, I invite wewe to jiunge with us on our battle. And it will be even zaidi life-consuming, if wewe know what that means.
This is for all the kids who are bullied kwa words. My teachers always say be bleacher people. Lift others up. I hope this poem gives that message to others.
wewe yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I songesha on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
au lift
me up.
Why must
wewe hurt
me?
wewe yell at me
mean words.
They
pierce my heart.
I say its ok.
I songesha on.
But the words
still have power.
They still hurt
me.
My friends
tell me
its a big deal,
and that I
need to tell
a teacher.
But I say im fine.
Im really not.
I want to
believe
that im fine,
I want to
believe that
it was
nothing.
But it was
something.
Words always
have power.
Enough power to
strike me
down,
au lift
me up.
Why must
wewe hurt
me?