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CHAPTER 3

 

ANNE confronted Jessica as soon as she walked in the front door. "You're late."

"Sorry," Jessica answered sardonically. "They love me so much, they asked me to stay a bit longer."

"Jessica ... on the first day of school?" Anne's voice was heavy with disappointment.

"Learn the art of sarcasm," Jessica suggested. "I needed to walk off some energy, so I swung by the woods on my way home."

"Thank god." Anne smiled and started to fill out the forms that the school had mailed home. An awkward moment went by in silence.

"Anything interesting happen at school?" Anne asked eventually, though Jessica could tell that her mind was not on the question.

"Nope," Jessica answered absently as she searched through her bag for a letter one of her teachers had given out for parents. She handed it to Anne.

After scanning the letter, Anne asked, "How are your teachers?"

"Fine."

"That's nice."

As usual, their conversation was more of a mandatory social gesture than a method of communication. Anne and Jessica had learned long before that they had nothing in common and had little chance of ever engaging in a truly twosided talk about anything. Occasionally one actually paid attention to what the other was saying, but such circumstances usually led to arguments.
Another moment of silence ensued.

"I'm going to my room," Jessica announced finally. Leaving her backpack on the couch, she went upstairs and into the dimly lit cavern she had created for herself.

The windows were covered by heavy black curtains, and the shades were down. A small beam of light squeezed underneath the curtains, but that was all.
The bed, which was little more than a mattress on wheels, had been pushed into a corner. The sheets and comforter were black, as were all but one of the pillows. The exception was deep violet and made of fake suede. Anne had bought the pillow for Jessica several years ago, when she had still been attempting to influence the girl's tastes. Besides the pillow and Jessica's magenta Lava lamp, there was little else in the room that wasn't black.
A laptop computer and printer stood out brightly against their dark surroundings. They sat atop a black wooden desk, which they shared with a strewn assortment of floppy disks. The computer was one of the few things Jessica cherished. Here, in the shadowed niche she had created for herself, she churned out the novels that had been her escape from the world since she moved to Ramsa.
The twenty-nine manuscripts that she had written in the past five years, the brown envelopes that held her contracts for two of them, and a few copies of the published book Tiger, Tiger were the only other non-black objects in the room.
It had been only two years earlier that she had first begun the search for a publisher; she could hardly believe how quickly things had gone since. Her first book, Tiger, Tiger, had been released about a week before, under the pen name Ash Night. The second one, Dark Flame, was presently sitting on her editor's desk awaiting the woman's comments.
Jessica flopped down onto her bed and looked up at the ceiling. Sometimes ideas for her books would strike as she lay like this, staring into oblivion, but usually they came from her dreams.
Even while she was writing, it was as if she was in a dream - one which her waking mind did not understand. She never quite knew what was happening in any of the numerous novels that she was working on at any given time. But she had learned not to read the manuscripts until they were finished. The only time she had broken that pattern, the flow of words had abruptly stopped. That had been the only story she disliked. The scenes written after she had read it seemed forced and unnatural. Trying to think them up had been a chore.
She didn't realize that she had drifted into sleep until she was awakened by Anne's knock on her door.

"Jessica?"

"What?" she asked tiredly.

"It's dinnertime," Anne announced. "Are you going to come down? "

Jessica closed her eyes for a moment more and then got up and turned on her computer.

"I'm not hungry," she called to Anne. "Go ahead and eat without me."

"Jessica-"

"I'll eat later, Anne," she snapped. Normally she would have at least joined Anne for dinner, just to maintain the illusion of a familial relationship. But when she was in the mood to write, that pull was stronger than her desire to get along with her adopted mother.

 

CHAPTER 2

"HOW WAS YOUR FIRST DAY of school?" Caryn's mother asked as soon as the girl entered the kitchen.

Caryn's mother, Hasana Rashida, was a slightly plump, attractive woman with hair of a rich brown, cropped in a serious yet flattering style. She was obviously tired from her day at the bookstore, of which she was the new manager, so Caryn decided not to bother her with details of the icy putdowns she had received that morning.

"It wasn't awful," she answered instead as she fished a spoon from the silverware drawer and went to serve herself some ice cream.

The thought of Jessica made her uneasy. There was something in Jessica's aura that she hadn't been able to identify-something darker than normal. At first, it had almost kept Caryn from approaching. After only one day, she could see that it also kept other students away.
Of course, that was logical. Caryn wouldn't have been in this town if Jessica had been a normal high-school student.
Caryn had tried despite her unease to get to know Jessica, more because the girl had seemed so alone than because Caryn had been asked to do so.

Prompted by these thoughts, she asked, "Where's Dominique?"

Hasana sighed. "She left to deal with some trouble involving her daughters, but she should be back soon."

Dominique Vida was one of the few people who could give Caryn the chills just by entering the room. She was the leader of the oldest living line of witches, and her power was impressive. She was the one who had tracked down Jessica's address and maneuvered Caryn and Hasana into this town, finding a house for them and employment for Hasana in less than two weeks.
Either despite this power or because of it, the woman was emotionally cold as ice in almost any situation. She needed to be: Dominique Vida was a vampire hunter. She could not allow emotion to cause hesitation in a fight.
If anyone else had asked Caryn to move into this town, where she could barely breathe for the aura of vampires, she would have refused. But Dominique was the leader of all four lines of witches, including the Smoke line - Caryn's own.
Dominique could order Caryn to go into the vampires' lairs alone, and Caryn would do so or risk losing her title as a witch. As antisocial as Jessica seemed to be, at least watching the writer didn't seem dangerous.

Following the same train of thought as her daughter, Hasana asked, "Did you meet Jessica? "

"Yes. She hated me on sight," Caryn answered gloomily. "And considering how she's treated, I'm not surprised."

Caryn had been shocked at the way Jessica's classmates seemed to view her-as if she was a poisonous spider. One of them, an athletic senior who'd been flirting with Caryn only a few minutes before, had called Jessica a witch. Hurt by his words, Caryn had needed to swallow an argument; Jessica was further from being a witch than the boy who had made the accusation.
Caryn glanced down at her bowl, her appetite gone. Her ice cream was melting.

CHAPTER 1

THE black oblivion of sleep was shattered by the caterwauling of some singer on Jessica's clock radio. She groaned and viciously beat the alarm clock into silence, then groped blindly for the light switch. The somber red glow of her Lava lamp provided just enough light to read the time.
Seven o'clock. The red numbers glowed sadistically, and Jessica swore. Only two hours of sleep again. How she managed to remain in the conscious world at all was a mystery, but she dragged herself into the shower, where the cold water finished what the alarm clock had started.
Only one hundred and eighty days of school left, Jessica thought as she prepared for the first day of her senior year of high school. There was barely enough time to get dressed before she had to pull her backpack onto her shoulders and dart down the street to catch the bus. Breakfast? A fleeting dream.
Ah, Ramsa High School. What a perfect Little niche of Hell, she thought as the bus pulled up to the school. In one year, you will be out of here forever. That fact was the only thing that had convinced Jessica to get out of bed that morning: if she passed senior year, she would never need to succumb to the grasp of Ramsa High again.
She had lived in the town of Ramsa since she was twelve, and had long before realized that the other students would never accept her. Few were openly hostile, but no one could be described as warm and fuzzy either.
As she neared the building, Jessica was acutely aware of how many students walked in groups of friends. She had known these people for five years, but that didn't seem to matter as they moved past her without a word. She even saw two girls notice her, whisper to each other, then quickly retreat as if Jessica was somehow dangerous.
One senior, a boy Jessica had known since her very first day at Ramsa Junior High, crossed himself when he saw her. She was tempted to start chanting satanically in the hopes of scaring him. He had long before decided that she must be a witch, and she had no idea why. Occasionally, out of spite or simply boredom, she encouraged his belief.
The thought was amusing in a way. The only witches she knew lived solely in the confines of the novels she'd been writing for the past few years. One of her witches could walk right in front of this idiot and he would never recognize her as what she was; Jessica's witches tended to be rather human in their manner and appearance.
More humorous, though, was the fact that her old enemy was holding the book Tiger, Tiger by Ash Night. Jessica wondered how he would react if he knew that she would soon be receiving royalties from his purchase.
Jessica had been struck by the idea for Tiger, Tiger several years before, when she and Anne had been visiting one of Anne's old college friends in Concord, Massachusetts. She had spent nearly the entire weekend vacation locked in her room, and those hours of work had finally paid off.
In homeroom, Jessica sat in the back, alone as always. She waited in silent contemplation for attendance to be taken. The teacher was a young woman whom Jessica had not seen before; her name was written on the board and had received a few snickers from the students. Kate Katherine, highschool teacher, must have had sick parents. On the other hand, her name was probably easier for people to remember than Jessica Ashley Allodola.

"Jessica Allodola?" Mrs. Katherine said as if cued by Jessica's thoughts.

"Here," Jessica answered absently. The teacher checked off the name in her book and went on to the next person on the list.

The words of Jessica's adoptive mother, Anne, echoed through her mind.

"Tomorrow is the first day of a new year, Jessie. Could you at least try not to get sent to the office? Just this once?"
"Don't call me Jessie," she had answered.

"Just try, Jessica," Anne had pleaded. "For me?"

"You aren't my mother. Don't tell me what to do."

"I'm the closest thing to a mother you have!" Anne had snarled, losing her patience.

The remark had stung, and Jessica had stalked to her room, mumbling, "My real mother was smart enough to get rid of me early."
Snapping back to the present, she wondered bitterly if Anne considered it bad luck that Jessica was the child she had ended up adopting. Jessica wrenched herself from these thoughts as a pretty girl with chestnut hair tentatively entered the room.

"I'm sorry I'm late," the girl said. "I'm new to the school, and I got a bit lost." She introduced herself as Caryn Rashida. Mrs. Katherine nodded as she found Caryn's name on her list.

Caryn looked around for an empty seat; one was conveniently located next to Jessica. But when she saw Jessica she hesitated, as if she might go sit somewhere else. Jessica wasn't surprised. The residents of Ramsa all seemed to shy away from her almost unconsciously.
However, Caryn made up her mind and walked resolutely across the room. Extending a hand, she spoke. "Hi. I'm Caryn Rashida." She stumbled a bit over her own last name. "Why are you sitting all alone here? "
"'Cause I want to," Jessica answered coolly, leveling her emerald-green eyes at Caryn's pale blue ones. Caryn held the gaze for a moment longer than most people could, but then looked away.
With disgust, Jessica had noted the girl's unease and her decision to make an effort despite it. Jessica had no wish to be taken under Caryn's wing like a homeless child. Dislike she understood; pity she could not stand.

"Wouldn't you rather have some company?" Caryn asked, her tone more subdued but no less friendly.

Ignoring Caryn's attempts at conversation, Jessica pulled out a pencil and started to draw.

"Well, then ... I guess I'll leave you alone," Caryn said, voice muted. She moved to another table. Jessica continued drawing, ignoring Caryn and the teacher, who was droning on about locker assignments.

Mrs. Katherine asked Caryn to help distribute the locks, and when Caryn had finished, she lingered a moment at Jessica's table. Jessica wondered grimly at the girl's persistence.
"I've never been able to figure these out," Caryn muttered as she fiddled with her lock. She spun the combination a dozen times without success. "Maybe it's broken...You want to give it a try? "

Jessica plucked the lock from Caryn's hands and had it open in a second. "Hope you don't need to use the locker too much this year."

"How do these things work?" Caryn laughed at herself cheerfully.

"Figure it out yourself," Jessica answered as she shut the lock and tossed it back to Caryn.

"What did I do to you?" Caryn asked, finally deflated, and Jessica wouldn't have been surprised to see her eyes start to tear. "Why do you have to be so nasty to me?"
"It's who I am," Jessica snapped, closing her notebook and putting it away. "Learn to live with it."

She turned her back to Caryn as Mrs. Katherine led the class to their lockers. The girl didn't try to talk to Jessica again for the rest of the day. No one else did either; besides the arrival of Caryn, nothing had changed.

 

Innan sommaren började tänkte jag... Gud vad mycket jag kommer att skriva i bloggen... kommer att ha så mycket roligt att skriva ner så att andra får det roligt oxo!!! XD

Men nu e det så att jag inte har skrivit så mycket iaf och det har inte bara hänt roliga saker denna vecka... Får inte prata om vad som har hänt eftersom att det inte bara involderar mej utan andra så iaf men ja måste berätta hur det känns...
O det känns piss!!! Jag känner att jag vill slå ihjäl någon just nu!!! Jag hatar bråk, jag hatar att bråka! Men det går liksom inte att alltid undvika liksom! Sen e jag oxo en sån person som inte sänker mig till den som jag bråkar med's nivå för det e bara barnsligt och det förbättrar ingenting! Men hur gör man då när ett bråk som inte var så litet från början blir ännu större när personen /personerna som man hatar beter sig som en barnunge och kallar andra fula och sårande namn!!!?? Jag vill bara att allt det här skitet ska vara över och att allt igentligen ska gå tbx till normalt... men hur kan allt bli normalt nu när jag sett hur personen / personerna i fråga är igentligen... o dvs att personen / personerna inte va den ja alltid trot den va o ja har känt den i hela mitt liv!!!

Jag e fruktansvärt sur o irreterad o har en god lust att gå o slå dom som ja hatar... men som sagt så sänker jag inte mig till deras nivå o om allt går väl så kan man bara gå till baka till hur bråket va i början o bara ignorera varandra... vilket ja tycker låter bäst nu... för av någon anledning så gör det jätteont i magen och i bröstkorgen efter det som hände idag o flera gånger har ja känt att ja e påväg att gråta även fast det inte är jag som ska gråta direkt...
ja e bara så sur o vanligtvis när ja e pissförbannad så börjar ja att gråta för det e en av dom saker som ja hatar! O sen eftersom att ja e den ja e så e det nt värt att böra gråta elr ngt för i min släkt så e det skitsvårt att sluta gråta så det slutar med att man sitter o gråter fast man samtidigt skrattar åt sig själv för att man nt kan sluta LOL


Men iaf... vad ska jag göra...?!? Ja var så nära på att tappa humöret o ja har ett ordentligt humör när ja e skitsur... men ja har däremot en enormt bra ''Humörkoll'' så att inget igentligen ska hända.... så att komma under den kan vara en farozon!

Ska ja skita i dom... för det e vad ja vill... ja vill aldrig se dom mer rättare sagt. Men samtidigt vill ja åtstakomma dom smärta... vilket ja vet inte e någon bra ide...

Men det var vad ja hade att säga för ikväll... Hoppas att alla får en bra kväll... för det e ja fan säker på att ja inte kommer att ha...

//Sandra

I förrigår var jag med en kompis på Twilight Movie Night. Tänk er att sitta i över 6 timmar (det var nog över 7 timmar... vet nt) o kolla på bio... såklart fick vi lite raster men iaf... skulle ha lagt upp bilder oxo om inte lilla glömska jag... som btw gick o tänkte hela dagen att jag skulle glömma ngt... hade glömt min mobil hemma!!!

Iaf så var det skitkul XD Men man satt liksom där o tänkte... kunde dom nt ha börjat me den tredje filmen först eftersom att den e nyast... men det e ju såklart att när det e maraton så ska man börja från 1 filmen till den sista... XD

Det var allt från me denna gång

byebye // Sandra