~Creepy~

Angelica meets Desmond

It all began like a dream.  I was walking down the street to school when I first noticed him.  He was a creeper.  His eyes bore into me like needles.  He wouldn't stop staring.  I hurried on my way to school, keeping my purse close to my side in case he tried to attack me.  I didn't see him for a while after that.  When I did, I did not expect to see him where I found him.
My life is perfect.  I have a dreamy boyfriend, great friends, and a loving family.  Life could not get any better than this.  I am head cheerleader of the New York Cougars, and everyone wants to be me.  My grades are passing, but classes don't matter to me because I am going to become a professional cheerleader.  Who needs to know Poe, Hemmingway, or Churchill? It's not like I plan on becoming a historian or anything.  My life is great; that is, until I get this message over the intercom at school.
"Would Ms. Taylor please come to the principal's office?"
Ok, I know I am a good cheerleader, but I didn't think I'd receive any special recognition for a good performance at last night's game.  At least, this is what I thought as I walked to the principal's office.  Why else would I be called to the principal's office? I hadn't done anything wrong in the past few weeks; well, aside from getting wasted at this totally awesome party the other night.  So I went on my way, blissfully happy about getting special recognition.  They'd probably make a plaque for me or something.  I wonder if I will be known as Ms. Taylor or Angelica Taylor.  Well, Ms. Taylor would make me sound developed and sophisticated, but, then again, Angelica Taylor establishes me for me; people could get me and my mom mixed up if I remain Ms. Taylor.  My mom was the head cheerleader at my school during her time.  Back then, they had never heard of a crewneck or a short skirt.  Oh well, at least I got my fabulous structure from her.  My family has always been known for their athletic ability and good looks.
This is how my life was before my grammy died.  My world changed after that.  Before the funeral, I moped around at school.  Everyone looked at me, whispering behind my back while they thought I wasn't listening.  I didn't care.  My grammy and I were closer than a knitted sweater.  I remember taking walks with her in the park.  She would always take me for a walk in the afternoon, probably to calm me down since I was so full of energy, and the afternoon would end with an ice cream cone shared with love.  Grammy and I loved each other with a love that transcended time and death.  When her time came, it was very unexpected.  My parents tried to convince me she died peaceably, but I knew better.  She died of a broken heart after my grandpa died. The police are still investigating the case. I haven't heard anything about their suspicions.
And this is how it came about that I found myself in the cemetery tonight.  I couldn't attend the funeral.  Surrounded by well-wishers, I was trying to compose myself so as not to attract attention; I could not do it, so I waited until night time to go to her grave.  It's kind of chilly tonight.  November is not the friendliest month.  Leaves crunch under my feet, reminding me of death.  I can't stop crying.  The taste of salt seeps into my mouth, tasting like saltwater taffy without the burst of flavor that only taffy can give.  The tears are running, and now I give in.  My life has no meaning.  I can't live on without my grammy.
This is how I was thinking when I stumbled across him in the cemetery.  He was coming out of a vault in his black cloak that made him look like someone's grandpa.  Who wears black cloaks nowadays? I mean, it's not like we live in Transylvania or anything.  This is New York for goodness sake! He looks like the dark creature under the stairs in my basement.  Eek! Why was he in that ancient vault anyways?
Okay, maybe I was paranoid or something, but when I looked at the name on the vault I noticed something really creepy: the person died centuries ago.  Why was he inside it? The body had to be bones by now! Ewww!!! I was about to give him the benefit of the doubt for his creepiness, but that did it! How did he get in anyways? Aren't those things usually sealed off? Creep. Y.
So anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, I ran into him at the cemetery.  I thought he would leave me alone considering I was grieving at my grammy's grave, but no, he snuck up to me like the creep he is and scared me.  One minute he's coming out of an ancient vault, the next minute he's breathing on my neck behind me at my grammy's gravesite.  Ewww! His breath was ice cold, and I can only imagine what he was thinking standing behind the head cheerleader of the New York Cougars.  I hadn't thought to bring my pepper spray to the cemetery.  How often do you need pepper spray at the cemetery? It's not like Al Capone would come and kill me in the cemetery while I grieve.  
Unfortunately, I knew I was vulnerable, so I stood still and started talking to him like he was my new best friend.  After all, I wouldn't want to piss him off he was planning on kidnapping me or something.  I even went as far as to flirt with him.  Okay. Ewww!!! That was the creepiest thing I have ever done in my life! I didn't know what I would do if he tried to rape me.  Luckily, that didn't seem to be on his mind. Actually, now thinking about it, it almost seemed like he wasn't interested in my body…nah! That couldn't be.  Who wouldn't want to get with the head cheerleader of her high school? Anyways, I started talking to him, and he seemed kind of gruff.  He almost seemed like he wasn't from around here, like he belonged in some old-time book.  Oh well, perhaps he just had some freaky parents.
So this was my first encounter with an abnormality.  He creeped me out the first time I saw him, and matters did not improve themselves the second time I encountered him.  Oh well, at least he didn't try to pull a fast one on me.  Perhaps I will take him under my wing and teach him how to act and look normal.  Ha ha! He will be my charity project! He will be my masterpiece! Well, maybe.  I hope he lets me do this for him! He could have potential.  I won't take no for an answer from him! Ha ha!

Author's Note

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[Tory]

Okay, most of your comments were helpful, but I don't really understand the last comment...if you haven't noticed, I write what would just "pop up" in her mind. This is called stream-of-consciousness. It as a literary style that I am always writing in (though I wish I could learn to write differently one of these days). I'll try to fix what I can remember from your comments, though :)

[Brytt]

"The long skirt was essentially chopped in half as knee length cotton fabric skirts made for easier movement and a more comfortable experience for the wearer as compared to their wool counterparts. The sweater top changed dramatically, squads elected to wear short sleeve crew neck sweaters in favor of long cardigans, however the school letters and megaphone emblem remained, now being placed in the center of the stylish crew neck sweaters." -wiki_killme.com

In chapter 3, Grammy died of a vampire attack (implied). In this chapter, it's a broken heart?

Surrounded by well-wishers, trying to compose myself to not attract attention; I could not do it, so I waited until night time to go to her grave. (not complete thought.)

Also, bipolar much, or did you see something shiny at the end?