Chrysanthemum Maysere is the cruelest person alive, she is vile and a disgraced to human nature. Who gets to host her soul? Me. Not fair! By the time I was 12 I had killed 8 people because it was Chrysanthemum's will. 2 of them were my first friends. I hated it. Chryssa (Chrysanthemum) is pure evil. This is how hosting a soul works: If I lose consciousness Chryssa can take over my whole body. When Chryssa is in control my eyes are red, when I'm in control they are aqua blue. I can resist her, but it takes a lot of my power and I'll get punished. Thats about all I know about the subject.
I decided not to try to get close to anyone, to always be the loner. That way, I'll kill less people. It worked until I met my first love, Max, when I was 11. He was the 7th person I killed. Since then I deepened my gap between the world, I wouldn't utter a word to anyone. Then I met Sam, my second love. He changed everything...
I woke up Thursday morning, my first day at my new school. This was the 5th new school int the last 5 years. I hoped I could stay in one school longer so I didn't feel like the new girl. I dressed in jeans and a hoodie to cover the bruises and cuts on my arms from previous punishments. Though they leave my face not scratch, the only mark their was the knife cut I got when I was 3 that ran across my cheek. I brushed my long blonde hair over my face to cover the mark. To avoid questions. I am very thankful for my hair to be able to cover it. "Hurry up, Walter, your gonna be late! I don't want them being suspicious of anything." Said Butcher. Butcher was the same man who gave this cut on my face. I silently climbed into the black Honda Civic carrying my backpack with me. I went to my first period, which was Language Arts, and slid into a seat in the back of the room. I wanted t blend in. "Hi, students, I'm Mrs. Maer and the reason I'm saying this is because we have a new student. Everyone welcome Miss Tania Walter." said the teacher who was skinny and had long brown hair. Moans echoed through the room. Then when the boys looked at me, even with half of my face covered, they stared and gaped. I don't know why they do that, I'm not that pretty, or at least I don't think so, because I'm the only one who knows about the scar. The girls were glaring at me. I just looked down with an empty expression, the one I always where to school. As if nobody was home. "Sorry I'm late Mrs. Maer!" said a boy's voice hurriedly. "Ah, Sam, late again. Take a seat next to Tania." I looked up at him. He was blonde and kind of cute. NO! I screamed in my head. NOT AGAIN! REMEMBER LAST TIME? I thought about Max. I knew it was dangerous to get close to another boy. I put my head down onto my arms and ignored him.
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The Will of Chrysanthemum Maysere
FantasyTania Walter was kidnapped when she was 3 years old to do the bidding of Chrysanthemum Maysere who had lived for 2 centuries. She can't help, but hurt other people when Chryssa says so, but what happens when she meets Sam Kain?
