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I always thought about what made feelings, well, feelings. They were always so complicated. And, if I were being honest, I never really understood them. Oh! I love you so much! Oh my! I love you, too, but I apparently don’t love you enough so I’m going to go get with another person behind your back! Oh! How dare you! But, I forgive you and still love you! Blah, Blah, Blah, Blah! And, ladies and gentlemen, the cycle never ends. That same person who gets screwed over multiple times, over and over and over, never gets over the person who hurt them. I always felt like those feelings blind one of their own responsibilities, allowing them to never complete anything in that time period of life. Then, when they are growing old and growing gray hairs, they just then start to reflect on how they were in that time. That person who was so mindlessly blinded by whatever feeling they felt, whether it was love, anger, happiness, greed, or lust, sulk for hours, or maybe even days because they wished they could have “done better”. Well, I hate to break it to these people, they couldn’t have done better. Most of the time, those same people who start regretting their past actions, would 100% go back to when they let their feelings get the best of them, and gladly go through the whole experience again. 

Another thing that always boggles my mind is when people are restricted to love someone, either for their looks, beliefs, ethnicity, or, in my case, species. Vampires have been exiled for centuries. Until now, if you fell in love with a vampire, and you aren’t one, your family shuns you, you get excommunicated from any church you attend, and sometimes, death plays a part in this horrible love restriction. Many families have carried this grunge with them for years; they still think we are the dirtiest, most disgusting creatures alive. Tons of couples have been pulled apart over this problematic belief, and I pray that never happens to me.

I finally come back to my senses when I hear a sudden THUD of a huge textbook hit the ground beside me. I flung my head up from the leaning back position it was in, unfolding my arms to run my hand through my hair for a moment, and looked at the ground beside me, seeing a huge, thick, blue biology textbook laying on the ground beside me. I could hear the rest of the class snickering quietly, which puzzled me for a moment. Did I accidentally fall asleep? I heard Bobby Freeman snicker, who is a god awful kid. He’s horrible, really. Pulling pranks on every misfit, like me, in the school every chance he gets. It’s so incredibly  annoying. I pulled my eyes off the bright blue book to look up at Bobby, his features holding the same mischievous grin it always held. I let out a sigh, not letting this get under my skin. “Haha, nice one, Bob,” I teased my expression remaining neutral, as it always did. Apparently, it somehow freaked out Bobby. Oh, how he hated people, especially people like me, calling him Bob.  I could feel the air around me falter a bit as I watched Bobby’s grin fall ever so slightly. It always brought me some sort of satisfaction when I made someone falter their movements. Bobby let out a slight huff of frustration, the tension in the air starting to lose its thickness, slowly. It took him a moment before coming up with a remark, “Oh shut it, you blood sucking freak,” He retorted. I had heard this insult multiple times before, so it was nothing really new. My main reason for guessing why in the world he would use that weak insult was to get under my skin. Yet, insults like that never got on my nerves. At least not now, anyways

I put my hand to my chest, and gasped, one filled with a sarcastic and joking manner. My features rose in order to match the fake shocked expression my body was displaying. “Oh my! I-I don’t know what to say! I’m so offended!” I jokingly responded. The others in the classroom snickered as they watched, what I bet they were thinking, the comedy show Bobby and I were displaying. Bobby's face grew more red by the second as he listened to me revolt at him. He let out another huff, a huff that was laced with irritation and anger. He then let out an angered groan, the groan almost sounding like a bear searching for food. Fits his werewolf side, I guess. My body stayed in the same position; the mock shock pose. Bobby rolled his eyes before turning around at his desk, looking away from me. I could sense that all the previous tension that was previously in the air had dissipated. I let out a small huff of victory, allowing myself to bask in the small moment of powerfulness and righteousness I was having. Moments like these were rare, and I held onto them like a prized possession, reminding Bobby every chance I got of my small triumphs. I was knocked out of my righteous state by the loud sound of the academy bell. Gods, I hate that bell.. I began to grab my school supplies, books, pencil, binder, stuff like that, and began to pack up, getting myself ready for our next class. After Biology, I had a resting period, but I always like to be prepared. I slipped my stuff inside the army green messenger bag I used, and flung it over my shoulder. I let out a small sigh, and began to walk out of my biology classroom, leaving the fluorescent lighting, and into natural light. A.K.A. sunlight. I winced slightly as the sun made contact with my eyes. I grabbed my sunglasses out of my bag pocket and quickly flipped them on, lessening the exposure of the poison on my oculi. My shoes soon began to click against the floor as I walked towards my locker. The academy I attended wasn’t really up to date on accommodations for vampires. Vampires have only been accepted into academies like these for only a couple decades. Which, in reality, isn’t that long. Now, with the times changing, we are finally able to have more freedom out in public, and we are able to go to whatever schools we want to attend. I’m thankful for it, really thankful. But, at times, I want to go to a school for just Vampires, due to people like Bobby. 

“Dorian!!” A voice called out from a distance. I looked up from my locker, and darted my eyes to the left of me. I looked over my shoulder to see Lilith, standing a good yard away, waving at me. I squinted my eyes from underneath my sunglasses to see her more clearly. Once she came into view, I smiled, and chuckled softly. I always admired Lilith. She was so confident, and had no shame whatsoever. And, I always found every part of her incredibly unique. Her features, like her vitiligo; they looked like landforms on a map, which I found astonishing. And the way she carried herself. It was amazing if I were being honest. There is nothing bad about that woman in any way. We have been friends since freshman year, when I first came to the academy. I was the new vampire kid, scared, overthinking, and didn’t know what to do. Then, Lilith, with all her stride and confidence, she came prancing up to me, and helped me around the school. After that day, we were an unstoppable duo.

“Lilith!” I yelled back, snickering a bit as I did so. I saw her smile widen as I watched her walk over to where I was: standing beside my locker. She made her way over, my vision immediately drawn to her face. I could tell there was a mischievous look in her eye. It always got this sort of glint in it when she was scheming up something, or knew something I didn’t. “What?” I asked, my eyes looking at her quizzically underneath my shades.

“What?” she repeated, her features starting to curl into a smirk.

“You know dang well what, Lilith.”

“Know what?” she asked again.

“You are planning something,” I replied, “Or know something. Because I can tell.”

“What? What do you mean? I’m not planning anything or I don’t know anything,” she responded, her voice flooding with sarcasm. 

I raised my eyebrow in curiosity. I shut my locker, and fixed my messenger bag on my shoulder before answering. “Lily? Come on now,” I teased, a small smile on my face as well. She giggled, her hand clapping over her face.

“You’re going to the football game tonight, right?” she mumbled underneath her hand, still giggling a bit. My features became even more confused, but they were filled with wonder. Lilith Jones, what are you planning?

 “Yes,” I admitted, “Yes, I am. Why?” She snickered underneath her hand, and brought it down from her face. She flung her hand in the air a bit, like she was shooing off something. 

“Ooohhh, nooo reason. Just wanted to know if my best friend was going to the football game..” she asked, her eyes shimmering with mischief. I laughed, shaking my head a bit.

“Uh huh…whatever you say Lily.” I knew something was going to happen; she just wasn’t going to tell me. Have to get it out of her somehow. I began to walk down the paved outside hallway of the academy, walking slowly so Lilith could catch up with me. “I’m still picking you up at six, ja?” I inquired, bringing my hand up to point at her. She nodded, and gripped the straps of her backpack. 

“Yep! Nothing has changed about that, you know,” she joked, looking up at me as we walked. I scoffed, and shook my head again. 

“Ja, ja, I know,” I responded with a bit of irritation, “ I was just making sure.” She put her hands up in the air, in a fake surrender kind of way. 

“Woah there tiger, no need to get testy,” she replied, her voice containing a pinch of concern. I sighed slightly, and ran my hand through my black, short, fluffy hair. It was a nervous habit of mine I wish I could get rid of. 

“Yea..yea I know, sorry, Lily..” I apologized. I hated getting irritated with her. It was one of my least favorite things in the world. That and candy corn is next in line. She chuckled softly, putting her hands back down by her sides. 

“It's alright Dorian, don’t worry, I understand how you get.” Her voice was dripping with understanding. It was kind of comforting. I watched as Lilith checked her watch from my prereferral vision, and her eyes widened. “Oh Gods! I-I’m late for anatomy! Gotta go, Dorian,” she urged, “See you at six!” She then quickly ran off, a gust of air hitting me as she did. I stumbled back a bit, not from the force of the air, which was surprisingly strong. But from being caught off guard. I cleared my throat to steady myself, then slipped my hands in my pockets. “Ja, see you at six…” I mumbled, my legs beginning to guide me to biology.

Author's Note

Way longer than the last one! Hope ya like it! Feedback welcome as always!

Reviews

[Sammy_Crow24]

It's great, just like the last one! However, maybe run over it with some corrections? Maybe like spelling errors, separating some stuff with space in between (paragraphs, it's a personal pet peeve for me but you don't need to separate with space in between. Maybe indenting) and other errors.
Also, a yard is three feet. Try something like a kilometer (1000 meters, 0.62 miles approx.)
Keep it up!