I sat alone.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded kwa my thoughts, but no people. kwa my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat kwa me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
No one came up to me, none asked if anything was wrong.
I sat alone.
In the corner, where everyone saw but no one noticed.
I sat alone.
I had no friends, I was not ‘cool’ enough for them.
I sat alone.
No one knew my mother had just died from cancer, no one cared.
I sat alone.
Surrounded kwa my thoughts, but no people. kwa my words, but no friends.
I sat alone.
Until a girl came and sat kwa me.
I sat with a girl.
She turned to me and smiled warmly, “Hello.”
I sat with a friend.
Authors note: okay what's this story mostly is about is. That who ever gets bitten kwa a vampire. Leaves a scar of a nyota on the palm of their hand. wewe might be thinking what? These are different vampires. With different gifts.
Scarlet's P.O.V
I woke up. The sun filling half the room.i lived In a small town. With little shops here ad their. It is always dark and gloomy. Rarely sun. I woke up getting dressed in my out-fit link. I walked out the door sighing. Gosh I was exhausted. I was. Looking at the nyota on my hand. Why why did I get bitten. Why me. Anyways I got my things and headed to school.
Scarlet's P.O.V
I woke up. The sun filling half the room.i lived In a small town. With little shops here ad their. It is always dark and gloomy. Rarely sun. I woke up getting dressed in my out-fit link. I walked out the door sighing. Gosh I was exhausted. I was. Looking at the nyota on my hand. Why why did I get bitten. Why me. Anyways I got my things and headed to school.
He creeps through the alley ways
Forever, perhaps
All in search
Of a few meaningless scraps
Paws scared, fur, manyoya stained
Mourning over
What his moyo once contained
collar, alama torn, soul lost
Forever wandering
On the ground of frost
Memories will never fade
For his closest companion
And master for life, betrayed
Kicked on the streets
Forced to live
With the night's beasts
Wanders and wonders
Hiding in the shadows
From the night's thunders
Forgive and forget
They always say
But that thought doesn't enter the mind of this stray
Hoping one siku a new master would come
But alas, that is seldom
As days go by, and nights linger
He hopes and prays
For his soul and body
To part ways
For the pain is torture
And the future is bleak
Shunned from the world
Known as a freak
When, oh when, will the world learn?
How would they feel if the tides were turned?
Forever, perhaps
All in search
Of a few meaningless scraps
Paws scared, fur, manyoya stained
Mourning over
What his moyo once contained
collar, alama torn, soul lost
Forever wandering
On the ground of frost
Memories will never fade
For his closest companion
And master for life, betrayed
Kicked on the streets
Forced to live
With the night's beasts
Wanders and wonders
Hiding in the shadows
From the night's thunders
Forgive and forget
They always say
But that thought doesn't enter the mind of this stray
Hoping one siku a new master would come
But alas, that is seldom
As days go by, and nights linger
He hopes and prays
For his soul and body
To part ways
For the pain is torture
And the future is bleak
Shunned from the world
Known as a freak
When, oh when, will the world learn?
How would they feel if the tides were turned?
