The Last Descendant by Alexis Heddens (find a book to read .TXT) 📕

someone knocking on my door. "Viv? Honey, are you feeling well to go to school today?"
Groaning, I rolled over and glanced at my digital clock. It was quarter to seven. It was time for school and I needed to kick it in high gear if I didn't want to miss the bus. I replied, telling her I was fine, but truth was...My headache didn't go away. It was still there, pain and all. I couldn't miss a single day of school sick or not. School is too important to miss and I couldn't get a B on a test because I missed one day. Nope, instead I got up and dressed in jeans and a shirt, zipping my hoodie up and tying my shoes. I headed down stairs with my backpack slung over one shoulder when I heard someone running down the hallway. I stopped in my tracks, halfway down the stairs and looked up.
"Kowabunga!" Zac shouted as he jumped off the top of the stairs and pounced on me, hooking his arms around my neck.
I lost my footing and almost fell down the stairs when I felt as if someone's hands had gripped my waist and steadied me. I shook it off and made Zac release me. I caught him at the bottom of the stairs before he could run off and glared at him. "Zacharia Ambrose White!What the hell were you thinking, jumping on me again?!" I gave him a light shake and bent down so we were eye-to-eye.
Zac shrugged, not caring that I used his full name. "Hey sissy. Just wanted to surf some waves is all." With a grin of pure joy he ran into the kitchen, leaving me crouching at the foot of the stairs.
Mentally shaking myself from disbelief, I entered the kitchen where my family awaited me. Dad looked at me through worried green eyes. My

eyes. I sat down after I poured myself a bowl of cereal. Joey was typing on his laptop but glanced at me when I sat down.
"Hey, are you okay Fawn?" My dad asked, calling me by my pet name.
I nodded and offered him a small smile. "Yes dad. I'll live."
He grunted but left it at that. While I ate, Zac kept sneaking evil glances my way. Slightly annoyed, I turned on him. "Alright, what is you want boy?" I asked.
"Oh nothing I

want. Just planning a little, um, surprise for you when you get home is all." Zac smiled innocently at me.
But I knew better. "Evil little brownie." I muttered. That was his pet name I gave him since he acted a lot like a brownie does, always getting into trouble. "You'd just better watch it." I told him.
He gave me a wicked smirk. "No sissy. You'd

better watch it. I know were you sleep at night."
"So do I." I said, finishing my breakfast.
"Ah, but you know what could happen if you walk into my room." Zac said in his little kid's voice.
"Zacharia..." I warned.
"Hey, the room needs some booby traps in case someone wants to pull a prank on me. Just because Captain Underpants isn't that smart to do something a brilliant as that doesn't mean we all have to be pathetic."
Such a big vocab for a four year old.

I heard a snap

and my mom's shriek. Then she screamed out Zac's name. He tried not to laugh. I gave him the stink eye and said goodbye though no one heard me since they all raced after Zac who ran from the table. He was in for it. Sighing I got onto the bus and popped a squat beside Em who smiled at me. My gaze swept across the bus full of kids waiting impatiently to get to school.
"So, how was your day?" She asked,
I groaned. "First Zac tackles me down the stairs where I hit my head, then I went to sleep. I had a nightmare, woke up with a splitting headache and Zac tackled me again down the stairs and booby trapped his room which my mom went into." I gasped, having said it all in one breath.
Em arched a blond brow. "Fun night I take it. Okay, so at lunch today can we..."
I zoned out, too tired to even pay attention. She nudged me and asked if we could ditch for lunch but I told her no, I invite a new girl named Becca to sit with us. Em pouted but didn't protest. I daydreamed until we got to school and parted ways with Em when I bumped into Marcie Davidson. She glared at me through emerald eyes. Marcie is the most popular, slutty girl in the school. She enjoys peoples pain and often seeks out defenseless kids to be her next victim. She was also my cousin, being my dad's sister's child.
Today she wore a short mini skirt and a pink blouse with black high heels. "Vivian White, what the hell are you doing hitting into me." She hissed.
I shrugged, really not into the mood. "Sorry Marcie." I mumbled.
"Yeah, you'd better be."
I turned to go.
"Can't believe my uncle would ever marry a gold digger. Too bad, so sad." She muttered mockingly.
I halted.
"What...Was that?" I demanded, slowly turning around.
Her eyes widened in fake surprise. "What? You don't know how much of a gold digger your mother was before she met my

uncle? Who would've thought? But hey, you know what they say, like mother like daughter."
My face was beat red, my eyes stinging with unshed tears. How dare she!!!

I marched up to her and yelled into her ear, "Yeah? Tell me what it's like being a slut!" and ran to the nearest bathroom.

***

Sebastion watched as Vivian hurried to the bathroom. He wished he could hit that girl who held her ear. Sighing he followed her to make sure she was okay. Marcie was laughing even though her ear hurt but he felt no sympathy for her. She got what she deserved. In the bathroom Vivian sat in a stall crying. No one else was there to hear her cry but Sebastion. He could barely repress his rage. No one made his Vivian cry, no one. Marcie would pay someday whether it was from him or someone else.

I don't hit girls unless they hit me. Somehow I need to teach her how to hit. She's got enough willpower, I think she could throw a punch. For now though he had to wait and watch helplessly while his girl cried.

Chapter Two: Stranger Danger

I went home feeling numb. I didn't go through the rest of school, too tired and hurt to finish. I barely ate anything and just lied in bed the whole time. The day went by in a blur. I lay curled up in a tight ball under the covers when Zac came in. I shut my eyes, praying he wasn't here for games. I heard his feet slap against the floor as he scurried up to my bed.
"Viv?" He whispered.
I opened one eye.
"Hey, mommy made cookies. Come on." He tugged me up.
Trying not to snap at him I let him tow me out of bed and down the stairs. I didn't want cookies but maybe if I walk around for a little while I'll feel better. The smell of cookies hit me full blast as I breathed in their heavenly aroma. Mom opened the oven, pulling out more cookies. She was on a roll. She smiled when she saw me.
"Hey, feeling better honey?" She asked, wiping her hands on her apron.
I nodded and yawned. "I never was sick mom, just...Marcie..." I trailed off.
She nodded in understanding. "Hey, your birthday is in a week and I thought if you wanted to do something together later we can."
Grinning, I sat down. "Yes."
Mom thrust a plate full of fresh cookies into my arms. Then she assessed me from head to toe. "Well, not the best but good enough. I'd say go take a shower and change but you look fine. Go ahead."
Confused, I stared at her. "What?"
She sighed with fake impatience. "There is a new kid across the street Viv. Go and give him the cookies."
"Your not doing this because..."
Her eyes held a knowing glint. "He's really cute and around your age."
I stood and set the cookies down. "You know this how?"
"His father came over and talked to us." She waved me off.
I really wasn't in the mood. Then it hit me. "Wait. This is why Zac came and got me? To take cookies next door?!" I glared at Zac who shrugged.
"Hey, I never said they were for you."
"Your so dead." I seethed.
"Don't worry Vivian. You two may have some when you get back but you need to have some real food too and not just junk food."
"Fine, whatever." I mumbled but obeyed. I quickly put on my shoes and carried the plate full of cookies around the house and knocked on the door.
A guy opened the door and blinked at me in surprise. Clearly he wasn't expecting me. Gee, thanks mom.

My eyes swept up to his face. High cheek bones, dark blue eyes hidden behind light brown hair. He wasn't gorgeous but his sharp features and broad shoulders made up for that. That and he wasn't wearing a shirt. Holy cheese its! He has fine abs! Way better than

any other guy in the school!

I felt myself tremble ever so slightly but tried not to faint.
"Um, my mom sent me here to give you guys cookies." I stammered.
A smile cracked through his beautiful lips as recognition crossed his eyes. "Ah yes. My father was talking to them a while ago. Thank you."
His voice was deep and masculine, making my blood boil. I handed the cookies over, careful not to touch him. "Your welcome." I turned to go, anxious to leave.
"My name is Dimitri!" He called.
I stopped, forced myself to turn around and smiled. I've