I'm With You

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COPYRIGHT 2012! 

I’m With You

Maya’s POV

                My breathing came out sharp as I darted across the empty baseball field. I was taking a shortcut home from school, trying to escape the horrid place. Every day there is a group of girls who love to make my life a living Hell. They shove me into lockers, push me down the stairs, and every little comment burns into the fiber of my being.

                I drag my navy blue sleeve across my face, eliminating the salty tears that spread down my face. Why can’t I fight back? I wish I was a vampire; I’d be able to defend myself. No one could push me around. No one could…

                                “Why are you crying?” I looked around to find the source of the foreign voice. I spotted a dark haired male step out from behind a tree, and I took a step back. In a flash he rushed up to me, placing a hand on my pale cheek. My breath caught in my throat.

                                “Humans.”

                                “I understand.”

                                “No you don’t. I don’t even know you.” I complained, frowning down at the ground.

                                “What do you wish for?” His deep brown eyes bore into my chocolate ones.

                                “A lot, why are you even asking me this?”

                                “Think of one.”

                                “I wish to be a vampire. No one would be able to break me anymore.” I concluded, nervous to voice my wish out loud for the first time. “But that’s impossible.”

                                “No, I don’t think so. Let’s walk for a bit shall we?” I hesitated. “Oh come on, I don’t bite; on the first date.” I couldn’t help but giggle. What the heck is with this guy?

 I took his offer and we began to walk towards my house, knowing full well that my older brother was home and he could help me out if this guy tried anything. As we walked I learned more about this mysterious man. His name is David Lei Brandt, he’s twenty five years old, and purple is his favorite color. I felt at ease talking to him; he was one of those people that you can open up to and not worry about being judged for it. I told him about my problems with those people in school, and he assured me that he would make sure I was alright for the rest of senior year.

We reached my home in record time, and stood on the doorstep for a few minutes.

                “I’ll see you soon Miss Maya.” He took my hand and kissed it softly.

                “And I hope to see you too Mr. David.” I giggled. He flashed me a toothy grin as he turned to walk away. Are those fangs? Nah, can’t be.

                I pulled my compact out of my purse and turned it to face his lean figure. Nothing appeared.

  COPYRIGHT 2012!

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