Chapter four of UNDEAD
Titled: alone.
my arms were killing me by the fourth week.
It didn't help it was getting colder and I only could afford a cheap torn jacket that the salvation army was able to sell me.
My clothes were so worn out....
Clyde gave me his kids clothes that they had grown out of. And the shoes they hated.
I felt so alone.
The boss made me take a Sunday off and I went and sat in the park.
I watch people talk and play and cuddle.
Why am I alone?
Why didn't I stay with mum... And dad...?
I sighed.
My undead senses were weak but I picked up two undeads and looked over to the sidewalk.
Oh. My.god.
The two guys... From before.
Dane.
Rusty.
I stood up and slowly did what my friend ashleene would call..
Hot guy following. not stalking, Following.
Dane tapped Rusty s hand and they both turned at the same time ((AN: omg their twins!!! XD wait...ewwwwwww))
...and stared at me.
I did the nice thing.
I flipped them off.
Rusty did it back.
Dane growled.
I walked forward.
Heh. Like dogs fighting over territory.
I smirked.
"your name, status, and business, young comrade?" Dane growled deep in his throat as a warning.
"abigail. Escaped trainee. I'm in need of an undead teacher."
"too bad."rusty sneered
Shut the fuck up!
" rusty." I sneered back
He growled in return.
Mother fucker! Stupid rusty ass! I need this fucking teacher!!!
"rusty will teach you."
I glared."fuck.you. Then."
" it is said that a younger undeads teacher or lover can decide that. So shut up." rusty growled.
Dane rose an eyebrow. Girlyman.
I nodded annoyed and walked away smirking. Gotcha. BITCH.
VOUS LISEZ
UNDEAD.
FantastiqueMy eyes closed "forever" when I was only fifteen. I don't recall what I was wearing or my friends or silly things like that. All I remember is.... My name is Abigail Swentney. I was supposed to die. I didn't.
