After the lesson about the Cold War, the glocke rings at 9:11 a.m. I grab my tan book bag and put it over my head and the bag lands near my waist. "Wow. She's got a nice outfit. Where did she get it? A thrift store?" I hear Raquelle gossiping about me. I growl under my breath. "Don't worry about her, Bree. She's just jealous. I like your outfit." says my friend, Josh. "Thanks, Josh." We walk out the door together. Everything's fine until I hear people spreading rumors. "Bree Komor is dating Josh Matthews. "I heard they started dating a Jahr ago!" "No way!" Ugh. They're making fools of themselves. I absolutely hate gossip! As I run towards my locker {Locker #: 255}, I see my older brother, Dustin stop by. "Dustin? What's he doing here? He's supposed to be at the High School a couple blocks away. I close my locker shut with a loud, CRASH. As I run over to my 17-year-old sibling, he notices me. "Bree? What are Du doing here?" "Shouldn't I be asking Du that?" I make a point. "Right. Mom sagte Du had a conference today, but she couldn't make it because Aydan had a bloody nose at school. So," Dustin shrugs. "Here I am." The glocke rings in the middle of our 'exciting' conversation. "Oh! I have to go! I'm late." I run holding my: textbook, notebook, pencil, planner and homework in my hands for LAX. When I open the door, everyone stares at me like I'm some celebrity. "Ms.Komor. Du are late." says my so called, "nice" teacher, Mrs.Larson. "I'm so sorry. I can explain!" I say as I sit down in my sitz Weiter to my friend, Steven. "Today, class, our homework will be due. No 'and, or, ifs oder buts'. I want an explanation if it is not here. Thank Du very much." When she's done talking, I reach into my colorful accordion folder for my homework from last night. It's not here. "It's not here." I say. "What? What are Du talking about? Larson is going to flip if she finds out." Gee, thanks for helping me, Steven. "Mrs.Larson, for some reason I can't find my homewo-" The door opening interrupts me. "'Scuse me? Bree? I have your homework. Du dropped it when Du were talking to me in the hall." says my brother, Dustin. "Thanks." I swipe the papers out of his hands and give them to Mrs.Larson. "Thank you." I mouth to Dustin. "Welcome." he mouths back.
Where did it all go wrong
what made us fall apart
I was so caught up in a dizzy
spin of fantasies
I didn't even notice.
Baby please I'm sorry
I know we had a bad run
but i know we can make
this thing work
There are lines drawn
and Ive crossed them
Du made no attempt to stop me
In fact Du probably welcomed it.
I've crossed the bridge
now i must stand and
watch it burn
theres no going back now.
I've done some real bad things
in my past, some to others
mostly to myself, racked woth guilt
but i must soldier on
Because ...
The bridge is burnt
I stood and watched it burn
No going back, no backing out...
I've crossed the line
Im in too deep
far too deep
in Liebe with you.
what made us fall apart
I was so caught up in a dizzy
spin of fantasies
I didn't even notice.
Baby please I'm sorry
I know we had a bad run
but i know we can make
this thing work
There are lines drawn
and Ive crossed them
Du made no attempt to stop me
In fact Du probably welcomed it.
I've crossed the bridge
now i must stand and
watch it burn
theres no going back now.
I've done some real bad things
in my past, some to others
mostly to myself, racked woth guilt
but i must soldier on
Because ...
The bridge is burnt
I stood and watched it burn
No going back, no backing out...
I've crossed the line
Im in too deep
far too deep
in Liebe with you.
A/N: Okay, so this was an idea that pestered me. Let me know if I should continue.
Taylor paced the length of her quarters. Being unable to sleep was, ironically, a tiresome experience.
She had been a vampire for less than ten years, and remembered nothing of her life as a human. In her mind, it was simply an odd void, like the only way to sense it's presence was from it's very absence.
Tomorrow, the moon would be the smallest crescent, and she would be forced to hunt, along with every other vampire there. To vampires, the moon always looked the same. It was only when humans saw it that way too, would they need to hunt.
Resisting was futile, Taylor knew. She had tried every time and failed. The pain would be worse than she could manage. Than anyone could.
She sank to the floor against the wall, and melted into the shadows.
Taylor paced the length of her quarters. Being unable to sleep was, ironically, a tiresome experience.
She had been a vampire for less than ten years, and remembered nothing of her life as a human. In her mind, it was simply an odd void, like the only way to sense it's presence was from it's very absence.
Tomorrow, the moon would be the smallest crescent, and she would be forced to hunt, along with every other vampire there. To vampires, the moon always looked the same. It was only when humans saw it that way too, would they need to hunt.
Resisting was futile, Taylor knew. She had tried every time and failed. The pain would be worse than she could manage. Than anyone could.
She sank to the floor against the wall, and melted into the shadows.