“I should've known he used me. I was an outcast. Someone who didn't belong in this world. I was an immortal. I always wore sweatshirts to cover the spiraling tattoos on my arms. To keep my identity from being discovered, I was some weirdo immortal to some sixteen year old freak. I have been acting like this for so long, I forgot what my old personality used to be like. It was September thirteenth when everyone saw him come on the bus at seven in the morning. I prayed that he wouldn't sit nex...t to me. Yes, I know that sounded weird, but the last thing I wanted was to be hated even more by all the girls in the school. All the girls immediately tried to squish together so he would maybe he would supposedly sit with them. He ended up sitting with me all the way in the back of the bus. Yes I did like him, like a normal teenage girl would, but it was all a game. The truth is, evil can be evil. His tan arm brushed mine when he sat down. I tried not to care, but a slight blush came through my ivory skin.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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