Creations by Leah (tharntype novel english txt) 📕

and a suspicious looking pudding, we fought to find a seat.
“What about over there?” Leah said pointing to a table were a rather pale girl was sitting sipping a juice box.
“Sure,” I nodded. “She is all alone anyway.” We inched toward the girl. Now that I was closer, I could make out long blue hair with green highlights, wearing the same uniform with a few minor tweaks. A silver chain hung from her skirt, she had spiky bracelets, and she had a midnight black and red chocker around her neck.
“Is this seat taken?” Leah asked setting her tray on the table and taking a seat on the white wood bench.
“Yes.” She never looked up.
Leah ignored her, patting the bench begging me to sit.
“My name is Ruu and this is Leah.” I gestured to my new friend and she nodded in response.
“Lauren.” Her voice showed no emotion. She starred at her cup and took a sip through the straw.
“Umm…” Leah stared at me, clearly upset by the lack of conversation. “Are you a first year?”
She nodded looking straight into her eyes.
“Do you by any chance know anything we don’t about this school?” I chimed in opening the lid off my soup bowl.
Again she nodded. “If you didn’t already notice, they only serve family styled dinners.” She began.
“We noticed.” Leah said ripping off a piece of her bread.
“Well then,” She said taking another sip of her drink. “You can buy anything you need at the bookstore.”
“Knew that.” I stated sipping my soup.
She ignored this statement and moved on. “You are not allowed off the island, unless you are leaving for the holidays. Every year around Christmas you are allowed to go back to your family to celebrate.”
“I won’t be going home unless I am commanded to.” I stated flatly.
“Why? Who would be commanding you to go home? I mean m father is pretty bad and I get way more freedom her than I have in my life, but he’s not that bad.” Leah asked.
“Well, I don’t have a father.” I suddenly found interest in my food and started picking at my meatballs.
“Technically, I don’t have a dad either. I like to call him that because he raised me. We look nothing alike. My dad is human. Of course he is extremely crazy, considering her mad a dying girl into a…rag doll.” Her eyes clouded and she chocked on the last words as if the thought troubled her.
“I never really had parents.” I turned, addressing Leah, trying to make her feel better. “I was found when I was three by what I thought was a nice couple. They had no children, none that I can remember anyway, so they took care of me for about two years.
“By the age of five I was sold to my master, a wealthy merchant. He brought me over to America, I used to live in England, and I have been with him since.”
“That is terrible!” Leah said, her blue-gray eyes overwhelmed with sympathy. “How did you get by? Do you like the merchant?”
“Lord no! He beat me from time-to-time. I did have a friend there, though. Her name was Helga. She taught me how to read, write, cook, and clean.”
“That’s good.” Leah said turning back to her food.
“What happened?” Lauren’s voice surprised me. I had forgotten she was there, listing to every word I said. I suddenly felt vulnerable.
“What?” I didn’t know what else to say.
“What happened to her?”
“Why do you ask?” I could fell Leah’s eyes pouring into my head. Lauren never looked up from her drink. That surprised me. I was like she was hypnotized by the juice and for a moment I wondered what she was drinking.
“You were using words passed-tense as though she isn’t here anymore. What happened?” For the first time she looked up at me. The fierceness of her blood red eyes forced my brain into action. Blood red eyes?
“Umm, well…she passed away due to a very deadly disease.”
“Oh Ruu, I am so sorry.” Leah rubbed my shoulder, disturbing the bandaging. “What about you?” Leah turned to Lauren who was taking another sip of…red liquid. Suddenly everything clicked. Lauren had to be a vampire.
“I do not discus my past.” She growled.
“Why?” I pressed.
“Because, I said so.” She was mad, although her face did not show it; I saw her grip on her drink tighten.
“Is it because your past is covered in hate and blood.” I half smiled. Leah looked at me with troubled eyes. Lauren peered at me her gaze threatening me, but I didn’t mind.
Her jaw tightened and, without warning, her cup exploded. Crimson blood poured everywhere, on the table, on Leah, and on me.
“Eww!” Leah shouted, doused in the gooey red liquid. “What is this?!”
“Blood.” I said trying to wipe it off my dead skin.
“Blood?! That would mean you are a…a vampire!”
“What happened here?” I looked up to see our vise principal Mr. Harold. I am sure that is not his really name, but he being covered in hair earned him the nickname. I wasn’t even sure he could see.
Lauren spoke so quietly it was hard to hear her. “My cup exploded.”
“Lauren, come with me. You two better go take a shower, get all that stuff off of you.” Lauren got up, her face emotionless and followed the man covered in hair.
Leah and I got silently to our feet and slid out of the cafeteria. We walked up the stairs in silence. When we came to Leah’s room she turned to me and said, “So, Lauren is a vampire.”
I shrugged. “I was surprised you didn’t notice earlier, you being so smart and all.”
“Well,” she smiled. “Smart people don’t own what you call common sense.” I threw my head back and laughed. “Meet you in the bathroom.” She said and slipped into her room.


Death in Sand

The week dragged on, half as exciting as I thought it would be. When the weekend finally came around I had a boatload of homework to do. On the weekends we are allowed to roam the school, chill on the beach, and visit Main, every hour on the hour. Breakfast was served until ten, it was an all morning buffet in case you got up late.
After slurping down the usual I decided to hit the beach before turning to the solitudes of my room. I slumped down the hall, out the door, and onto the beach. It was a lot less crowded than I assumed, probably due to the weather.
I sat on the white sand, taking in my surroundings. A tiny girl and a purple statue of a person were relaxing on the raft not too far from shore. There was a small group playing volleyball, giggling while kicking up sand. God, do I hate their laughter. There was a large group of different sized rocks, stating the boundaries, and sitting right on top were those to girls from lunch, the overly smiley rag doll and the ever so nosey mummy. I could hear their conversation from where I sat.
“So, when do you want to visit Maine?” The rag doll asked. What was her name? Lisa or Lilly or something like that.
“I don’t care, but we should probably get going.” The mummy starred at the grey clouds that threatened rain.
“We have about another twenty minutes until the ferry comes.” She said looking at an old watch.
“Okay, are you planning to stay all day?”
“Well, most of the day.” For a while they both starred at the sky in wonder. The rag doll picked up a small, flat, rock and skipped in into the ocean waves.
The mummy suddenly turned to face her, as if the rock brought her back to life. “Hey Leah,”
Leah that was her name! Leah turned around and faced her. “Hmm?”
“I wonder if we are only allowed in a small part of Maine, you know away from all normal people.”
“Yeah, I think you might be right.” She turned and caught my eye. I quickly looked away, but I was a fraction of a second too late. I studied my toes for a minute, and then got up to leave.
“Hey,” The mummy shouted. I kept walking, I had been embarrassed one times too many. “Hey!” I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and shrugged it off. “Look,” She said following me. “I’m sorry about earlier.”
“Sure.” I kept walking. I was mad, beyond mad, but I choose not to show it.
“No really,” again she placed her hand in my shoulder, this time turning me around. “Look, I will make it up to you. Why don’t you come to the mainland with us?”
I stared at her. “Why should I do that?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know, I figured most of us have never seen the mainland so I thought you would want to see it. I don’t know!” Her voice rose and she threw her arms in the air like a madman.
I debated. If I went I could a) kill someone, b) get in serious trouble, or c) get so humiliated I couldn’t show may face in public ever again.
“No.”
“Oh, please!” she put both hands together and pled. Yeah right. This girl had to be the single worst pleader in the world, but her friend was great. The little rag doll danced up to me.
“Are you sure, I mean you don’t have to, but it would mean so much to us if you did.” She smiled and made a quick puppy dog face. Oh, God.
Aww, what the heck, it couldn’t be too bad. Could it? “Fine.” I mumbled and right after I regretted it.
“Yeah!” she squealed, excitement lighting up her face. What have I done?