This will be my fictional journal. I'm planning on writing a fantasy novel. If I can get it done in a year it'll be sent off to publishers ^_^ Please read and review. Comments are ALWAYS welcome.
I am a 19 year old female. Beyond that you'll have to guess. I'm slightly crazy and love all things fantasy. My greatest wish is to have wings.
the chaos of being surrounded by humans all day.
She had just began to conjugate verbs when the door to the classroom she was in swung inward. "Hey pretty lady. Whatcha doin' here all alone? Could be dangerous." Three of the largest boys
her."
School was uneventful until class let out. Students flooded the halls once more and the noise level was sub-atomic. Grace had decided to stay and study her French. Not that she needed the extra instruction she just enjoyed the quiet after
head. It was amazing that she could tease him, get him angry, have him apologize, embarass him, and turn him on.... All within five minutes. "Strange girl. Very strange." He grinned and finished his french fries. "Kinda cute though. I like
"Thanks for the compliment." She reached out and tapped Jake's nose playfully. "See you around." With a wink Grace was gone, lost in the mass of humanity milling in the hallway.
Jake sat back in his chair and shook his
one side.
"God... You're a real bitch. Anyone ever tell you that?"
She laughed and nodded "I've heard it a time or two, yeah." Her blue eyes sparked as she stood up, pulling her messenger bag over one shoulder.
by her sudden change in attitude. He took her hand and gave it a firm shake.
Grace nodded at him "Now that we're introduced, will you please leave me alone?" She smiled prettily and tilted her head to
welcoming comittee." She rubbed the back of her neck and closed her sketchpad with a snap. "Grace Vol. Nice to meet you." One hand extended for him to shake.
"Jake West..." He was a little taken aback
would be nice to sort of welcome you to the school." She laughed and shook her head. "So doing a face-plant on the concrete and ruining my lunch with idiotic conversation is your idea of a
her work. She slid her arm over the page. "Nothing that concerns you. Why are you following me?" Jake ran one hand through his disheveled brown hair and shrugged. "You're new and I figured it
He shrugged. "Hey, it's a free country isn't it?" She shrugged too, hoping he'd just leave her alone. No such luck. "So, uh.. What you drawing?" He leaned over to catch a glimpse of
Jake sat across from her and flashed her a smile.
"Yes, I do mind if you sit there. Thanks for asking." Grace mumbled around a bite of hamburger. She didn't meet his gaze.
to further discourage contact. Listening to Three Days Grace or Evanescence she would sketch in her drawing pad and reminisce. Today, however, she was not to be allowed that luxury. "Hey beautiful."
a reason why. Grace hated this cozy little social hour. Most of the time she would take her food and sit at a corner table alone. Sometimes she would wear headphones
was more of a required class than Study Hall. All the gossip was heard, confirmed, and made here. If you didn't show up for lunch, at least three people had
"You sure impressed her didn't you?" He was still grumbling as he took his seat in the first class of the day. ----- Lunch was a noisy crowded event that
she went into the school just as the bell rang. Jake cursed under his breath and ran one hand through his spiked hair. "Good job Jacob. Real smooth.
really see no reason to it." She grinned and shut her notebook, sliding it into her blue messenger bag. Her fingers wiggled in a little wave as
The girl shrugged her slender shoulders as if it meant absolutely nothing to her. "Why should I? I don't know you, you don't know me. I
shook his head as he dusted the dirt off the knees of his blue jeans. "You know you could have helped me up or something."
on her knees. Her blue eyes sparkled as he looked up at her from the ground. "Walk much? Maybe you should take lessons." Jake
the concrete sidewalk that led to the school entry. She was sitting on the steps with her legs crossed, a sketch pad balanced
did not begin to describe the way she laughed at him as he tripped over his own feet and landed face-first on
So upon meeting Grace for the first time he immediately came up with a list of facts. 1-She was beautiful. 2-Cold
Grace. Jake was a major in journalism, trained to study situations and come away with facts that he could use.
here more of that as we progress.
Jake West. He attended Collins School for the Arts. Coincidentally, so did
Lord Vol, she was proud beyond belief of her heritage. But that takes place before our story. You'll
despite appearances was not human. On the contrary she was a second generation vampire. The fledge of
put her in a room with standard adult humans and she got jittery. Of course Grace
any of these titles. She scorned normalcy. It made her uncomfortable. Few things did. But
by any stretch of the imagination. Of course, Grace would have laughed if given
the majority of those who lived around her would not consider her civilized
no use for most of humanity. Or what they considered civilized. Certainly
company. The sweet embrace of darkness instead of daylight. She had
Grace was not your ordinary woman. She preferred loneliness over