Honestly, I never thought I would become a vampire.
Well, I was expecting it..sort of. My parents are distant and weird and awkward. They don't talk much. Well, I don't talk much. In general. Well, ever. I mean, a seventeen-year-old eleventh grader..with bright yellow eyes and blue-black hair..who would want to talk to me. Honsetly, if anyone did, I'd run away. Literally.
Back to my point. So basically waking up to your parents saying, 'Good morning sweetheart, you're grandparents were vampires, and te are too' isn't exactly a good morning. I'm not like a old 'I Vant to Svuck Your Bluhd' vampire. I'm a..modern vampire. I don't sparkle, o burn, o do anything radical is the sun. Actually, it just makes me sluggish and tired.
As for 'amazing abilities', I can read other people's thoughts. It's not that hard. Actually, all I have to do is burn a hole through their head and see their brain.
Calm down, I'm joking.
I just focus on Leggere their thoughts and voila, I am a mind-reader. The only problem is that it's incredibly tiring; I can only do it for about a minuto before I feel dizzy and tired.
As for the whole blood-drinking thing..I've never done that. I like my bistecca raw though. I suppose when I'm older, I could drink it. Possibly. Except, I'd be a 'vegan' vampire..I'd only drink blood from animals. I guess that's what my parents have been doing.
Another ability of mine is that I can run. And climb. My agility is better than any mortal's. My senses are heightened when I run, when I climb..I could kill someone if I wanted to. That is, IF I wanted to.
I guess I should describe myself.
Hi, I'm Evlynn. I'm 5'11"; I'm tall and lanky. But I'm not a stick. I'm insanely curvy. I'm thick even. But the weird thing is, I'm beautiful. Everyone thinks so. But I'm considered an outcast.
Highschool is confusing..
Back to me. My eyes are bright yellow. The have specks of green and oro that light up in the sun and make it look like a whole field of wheat growing. I Amore my eyes. My eyelashes are dark, thick and long; I Amore the way they curl up. I wear no make-up. I believe I don't need to.
My hair is a blue-black shade. It flows down to my mid-back and is as straight as a toothpick. I usually leave it. My hair is layered thickly; my bangs are razored and curved to the side, covering my left eye.
Alot of people consider me scene o emo. I'm not. I wear skinny jeans and graphic tees. So? I'm not branded into one specific type of category of judging. Oh well. Welcome to Earth.
So. I suppose you'll want to hear how I became a ruthless killer..right?
Well, I was expecting it..sort of. My parents are distant and weird and awkward. They don't talk much. Well, I don't talk much. In general. Well, ever. I mean, a seventeen-year-old eleventh grader..with bright yellow eyes and blue-black hair..who would want to talk to me. Honsetly, if anyone did, I'd run away. Literally.
Back to my point. So basically waking up to your parents saying, 'Good morning sweetheart, you're grandparents were vampires, and te are too' isn't exactly a good morning. I'm not like a old 'I Vant to Svuck Your Bluhd' vampire. I'm a..modern vampire. I don't sparkle, o burn, o do anything radical is the sun. Actually, it just makes me sluggish and tired.
As for 'amazing abilities', I can read other people's thoughts. It's not that hard. Actually, all I have to do is burn a hole through their head and see their brain.
Calm down, I'm joking.
I just focus on Leggere their thoughts and voila, I am a mind-reader. The only problem is that it's incredibly tiring; I can only do it for about a minuto before I feel dizzy and tired.
As for the whole blood-drinking thing..I've never done that. I like my bistecca raw though. I suppose when I'm older, I could drink it. Possibly. Except, I'd be a 'vegan' vampire..I'd only drink blood from animals. I guess that's what my parents have been doing.
Another ability of mine is that I can run. And climb. My agility is better than any mortal's. My senses are heightened when I run, when I climb..I could kill someone if I wanted to. That is, IF I wanted to.
I guess I should describe myself.
Hi, I'm Evlynn. I'm 5'11"; I'm tall and lanky. But I'm not a stick. I'm insanely curvy. I'm thick even. But the weird thing is, I'm beautiful. Everyone thinks so. But I'm considered an outcast.
Highschool is confusing..
Back to me. My eyes are bright yellow. The have specks of green and oro that light up in the sun and make it look like a whole field of wheat growing. I Amore my eyes. My eyelashes are dark, thick and long; I Amore the way they curl up. I wear no make-up. I believe I don't need to.
My hair is a blue-black shade. It flows down to my mid-back and is as straight as a toothpick. I usually leave it. My hair is layered thickly; my bangs are razored and curved to the side, covering my left eye.
Alot of people consider me scene o emo. I'm not. I wear skinny jeans and graphic tees. So? I'm not branded into one specific type of category of judging. Oh well. Welcome to Earth.
So. I suppose you'll want to hear how I became a ruthless killer..right?
When te think te think your in love. Its just a trick. When te feel like your falling te are. Your fallin down and down intill te fall on spikes. The spikes peirce every part of your body but most of all they hit your heart. Thats why te fell like your bleeding from the inside to the outside. Thats why it hurts so badly.
Amore can be a trick. But sometime it can be real. It takes a long time to see if it is. During that time your in danger of falling on spikes. BUt if it is real, then, when te fall, your falling into a heaven on earth. When te fall with the one your supposed to be with then your arent in danger with the spikes anymore.
Tell me what this artical makes te feel. If te think Im right, o if im wrong, im curios to what te think. Thankyou!
Amore can be a trick. But sometime it can be real. It takes a long time to see if it is. During that time your in danger of falling on spikes. BUt if it is real, then, when te fall, your falling into a heaven on earth. When te fall with the one your supposed to be with then your arent in danger with the spikes anymore.
Tell me what this artical makes te feel. If te think Im right, o if im wrong, im curios to what te think. Thankyou!
How did this happen, nothings write like a plane not taking flight? It’s wrong like a song with no end. o a paper but no pen. Were this is coming from I cannot explain. Maybe its ur pointless silly games. Like in hide and go seek am I not aloud to peek. te were wrong and so was I. Are arguments are now in the sky. There done. No redo's o undo's to bring it back. There finished almost deminished.But te bring them back. Back again to haunt me. To taunt me into your little game. But it wont work. te wont get me. Not this time.Cuz my life Is mine.