The テレビ was screaming in the corner, declaring that a body had been found near the railway tracks, another life stolen from this world によって a man playing god. I tossed a piece of paper into the trash, the drawing of Dracula ruined によって the slip of my pen when I'd heard the word "Murder" on the television. I'd always loved the stories of serial killers on テレビ and I could tell によって the decapitated body that this was just the beginning.
Pushing my hands up through my hair, I stood and walked over to the window. Cool, night air whispered through it, the sharpness of the late evening stinging my eyes. Corvallis, Iowa spread before me, ホーム to some of the most boring and innocuous people to roam the Earth, content with sitting in their armchairs and watching their barren life be sucked away によって the rural backdrop that concealed the true nature of this place where fitting in was what kept あなた alive. I was unfortunate enough to not possess such "normal" qualities and had involuntarily signed myself up as my school's punching bag.
I leant on the windowsill and wondered idly about throwing my own pity party before realising that I barely had enough フレンズ to value a simple get-together. This was how I spent most nights; moaning about life and waiting for Fright Night to come on. Kind of pathetic really. I was the kind of person who put on a メリダとおそろしの森 (if slightly maniacal) expression around others and slumped into a depressive emptiness when left alone.
I heard the news draw to a close, trumpets signalling the end of the day, and the wonderful wicked laughter of Fright Night signalling the dawn of the night. I grinned and walked back to my bed, collapsing upon it and gluing my eyes to the television. The presenter walked on and smiled at his invisible crowd, a thick black マント, 隠す atop his rather frail shoulders. Peter Vincent, the Great Vampire Killer. I almost laughed at his comical attempt to look scary before he started to speak. "Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to Fright Night. I am your host Peter Vincent who will guide あなた through the realms of the night. We have decided to start with a demonstration of the perfect way to approach a vampire in the middle of feeding and the 星, つ星 will be" he guffawed in self-admiration "me!"
A woman with hair containing もっと見る ヘアスプレー than a salon flickered onto the screen, followed によって a man who was supposed to look suave but just ended up looking sleazy replaced the makeshift graveyard that served as the ホーム of the mildly successful show. I sat back and braced myself for an hours long of good old, cheesy vampire filled fun.
によって the way, my name's Edward Thompson and I'm sixteen years old. But I guess you'd know me better as "Evil" Ed. Anyway, this is my story and I hope あなた enjoy it. Welcome to Fright Night
Beep, beep, beep. I groaned and rolled over, hand searching aimlessly for the button that would cease the infernal racket. My fingers encountered the hard edge of the alarm clock and in one quick movement, tossed it to the floor. Unfortunately, the beeping continued. I sat up and looked around the room groggily. A dim light was shining through my curtains and I could hear the birds starting their off-tune orchestra.
I turned my blurry vision to the fallen clock and noted the time: 7:30. "Crap" I yelled, shoving the remains of ポップコーン and chips off my lap and trying to stand up. I'd fallen asleep in my jeans and they'd 塔の上のラプンツェル in my sheets causing me to crash onto the floor. Karma from my clock. Fantastic. I unwrapped my legs and stood up, surveying the room. The テレビ was still blaring, there was a mixture of fast 食 scattered on the floor and on my ベッド and my window was open, an icy draught coming in.
Spinning around, I ambled over to the wardrobe, having decided against wearing the white singlet I'd worn to bed. I pulled out the first thing I laid my hands on; a red long-sleeved t-shirt with black straps over the shoulder area. I shucked the singlet and replaced it with the shirt, fairly sure that my jeans would suffice. I jumped over to my 机, デスク and scrambled together my 本 and notes before shoving them as one into my black rucksack.
A quick glance over at my clock (still on the floor) told me I had five 分 to get out the door または I'd miss my bus. Cursing under my breath, I wrenched open the door and took the stairs two at a time to the kitchen. My mom and dad had already gone to work, they trusted me to get out of the house in time, but there was a glass of ジュース and a muesli bar on the table. I downed the juice, took two 秒 to recover from the brain-freeze before pocketing the bar and racing to the door. I sprinted down the street, my sneakers barely absorbing the impact, and skidding to a halt at the stop.
A bus soon came huffing and puffing up the street, even better, in all of town today was the 日 the school sent out the bus from the eighteenth century. It wheezed to a stop and I climbed up. And froze. The entire football team were lounging at the back of the bus, arms around the cheerleaders who wouldn't even bother to glance at a homeless person never mind me. Patrick was the worst; he liked nothing better than to make my life worse than a living hell. His friend Chad used to drive him and the worst offenders to school in his new コンバーチブル but they crashed it last week and now had to take the bus...with me. "Hurry up kid, I can't wait all day" grumbled the bus driver, sticking a meaty arm out to push me along the aisle. I almost ロスト my footing and grabbed the rail for support. I tried to regain balance but suddenly my feet were knocked out from under me によって a quick, hard kick. I fell flat on my face and rolled onto my back, teeth gritted with pain. "Watch your step there Evil" jeered Chad, peering around one of the cheerleader's pom poms which they seemed to carry everywhere. "Yeah, we don't want to get nerd on the nice clean floor do we?" laughed Patrick as I stood up and hurried to my seat, cheeks burning.
What I would give to be the one to put Patrick Stevenson and Chad Ford in their places. I wasn't really a nerd, sure I got good grades and all that but that wasn't the reason people picked on me. No, people picked on me because they thought I was well...evil. Hence the derogatory nickname. あなた see, I was a little different from other people. I loved all things macabre and despite my sane mind I came off slightly crazy. I had a speed freak laugh and a really wide smile as well as hair that seemed to be constantly static. I loved horror movies, serial killers and was interested in the occult. I was also short and rather skinny which is why I was beaten up as well as picked on. Fun eh?
A smelly gym 靴下 sailed through the air and hit me in the face. I looked up and saw Patrick laughing and pointing. I flicked it away. If only Patrick had known what a foul fate was to befall him he would never have dared messed with "Evil" Ed.
I barely made it off the bus alive. Chad and Patrick suddenly decided it was the most hilarious thing in the world to throw the cheerleaders pom poms at me and those things hurt...a lot! I rubbed a bruise on my arm and checked my face for scrapes in the bathroom mirror. I chewed the inside of my lip, trying to hold in the tears that would 確認 my place as a wimp not just to others but to myself. I turned my eyes away from the reflection in the mirror, disgusted によって the reflection. Come on Ed I thought to myself Just get through today. One もっと見る day!
I wrenched myself away from the sinks and strode for the door. My fingers had curled into to fists, the knuckles stark white against my skin. A few people sniggered as I walked past, hands cupped around their smirks. I ignored them walking purposely フォワード, 前進, 楽しみにして until CRASH! A girl with a stack of 本 walked right into me, her face obscured によって the pile. I fell down with her, my already bruised body aching from the impact.
"Geez, watch where you're goi-oh...hi Amy" I said, stopping my outburst when I realised that the girl I'd managed to send hurtling to the gum plastered floor was none other than Amy Peterson. Amy was not particularly 人気 but I had to be nice to her for one reason: she was currently going out with my sometimes best-friend Charley Brewster, my only other friend in the school. If I upset her then I upset Charley which therefore meant I had no one to talk to. Then my life would officially be hell. Amy blushed and began to gather her 本 together, muttering a string of words about it being "her fault" and that she "should have been looking where she was going".
I helped her place the 本 into a pile again but made a judgement that the pile was too precarious to safely totter around in the corridors held up only によって Amy's pin-like arms. "Hey Amy, do あなた want some help with your things" I asked, nodding my head at the books. She glanced at them and opened her mouth, a clear refusal in her eyes until she focused on a point above my head. I looked over and spotted Charley standing stock still at the end of the hallway, eyes wide.
Pushing my hands up through my hair, I stood and walked over to the window. Cool, night air whispered through it, the sharpness of the late evening stinging my eyes. Corvallis, Iowa spread before me, ホーム to some of the most boring and innocuous people to roam the Earth, content with sitting in their armchairs and watching their barren life be sucked away によって the rural backdrop that concealed the true nature of this place where fitting in was what kept あなた alive. I was unfortunate enough to not possess such "normal" qualities and had involuntarily signed myself up as my school's punching bag.
I leant on the windowsill and wondered idly about throwing my own pity party before realising that I barely had enough フレンズ to value a simple get-together. This was how I spent most nights; moaning about life and waiting for Fright Night to come on. Kind of pathetic really. I was the kind of person who put on a メリダとおそろしの森 (if slightly maniacal) expression around others and slumped into a depressive emptiness when left alone.
I heard the news draw to a close, trumpets signalling the end of the day, and the wonderful wicked laughter of Fright Night signalling the dawn of the night. I grinned and walked back to my bed, collapsing upon it and gluing my eyes to the television. The presenter walked on and smiled at his invisible crowd, a thick black マント, 隠す atop his rather frail shoulders. Peter Vincent, the Great Vampire Killer. I almost laughed at his comical attempt to look scary before he started to speak. "Ladies and Gentleman, welcome to Fright Night. I am your host Peter Vincent who will guide あなた through the realms of the night. We have decided to start with a demonstration of the perfect way to approach a vampire in the middle of feeding and the 星, つ星 will be" he guffawed in self-admiration "me!"
A woman with hair containing もっと見る ヘアスプレー than a salon flickered onto the screen, followed によって a man who was supposed to look suave but just ended up looking sleazy replaced the makeshift graveyard that served as the ホーム of the mildly successful show. I sat back and braced myself for an hours long of good old, cheesy vampire filled fun.
によって the way, my name's Edward Thompson and I'm sixteen years old. But I guess you'd know me better as "Evil" Ed. Anyway, this is my story and I hope あなた enjoy it. Welcome to Fright Night
Beep, beep, beep. I groaned and rolled over, hand searching aimlessly for the button that would cease the infernal racket. My fingers encountered the hard edge of the alarm clock and in one quick movement, tossed it to the floor. Unfortunately, the beeping continued. I sat up and looked around the room groggily. A dim light was shining through my curtains and I could hear the birds starting their off-tune orchestra.
I turned my blurry vision to the fallen clock and noted the time: 7:30. "Crap" I yelled, shoving the remains of ポップコーン and chips off my lap and trying to stand up. I'd fallen asleep in my jeans and they'd 塔の上のラプンツェル in my sheets causing me to crash onto the floor. Karma from my clock. Fantastic. I unwrapped my legs and stood up, surveying the room. The テレビ was still blaring, there was a mixture of fast 食 scattered on the floor and on my ベッド and my window was open, an icy draught coming in.
Spinning around, I ambled over to the wardrobe, having decided against wearing the white singlet I'd worn to bed. I pulled out the first thing I laid my hands on; a red long-sleeved t-shirt with black straps over the shoulder area. I shucked the singlet and replaced it with the shirt, fairly sure that my jeans would suffice. I jumped over to my 机, デスク and scrambled together my 本 and notes before shoving them as one into my black rucksack.
A quick glance over at my clock (still on the floor) told me I had five 分 to get out the door または I'd miss my bus. Cursing under my breath, I wrenched open the door and took the stairs two at a time to the kitchen. My mom and dad had already gone to work, they trusted me to get out of the house in time, but there was a glass of ジュース and a muesli bar on the table. I downed the juice, took two 秒 to recover from the brain-freeze before pocketing the bar and racing to the door. I sprinted down the street, my sneakers barely absorbing the impact, and skidding to a halt at the stop.
A bus soon came huffing and puffing up the street, even better, in all of town today was the 日 the school sent out the bus from the eighteenth century. It wheezed to a stop and I climbed up. And froze. The entire football team were lounging at the back of the bus, arms around the cheerleaders who wouldn't even bother to glance at a homeless person never mind me. Patrick was the worst; he liked nothing better than to make my life worse than a living hell. His friend Chad used to drive him and the worst offenders to school in his new コンバーチブル but they crashed it last week and now had to take the bus...with me. "Hurry up kid, I can't wait all day" grumbled the bus driver, sticking a meaty arm out to push me along the aisle. I almost ロスト my footing and grabbed the rail for support. I tried to regain balance but suddenly my feet were knocked out from under me によって a quick, hard kick. I fell flat on my face and rolled onto my back, teeth gritted with pain. "Watch your step there Evil" jeered Chad, peering around one of the cheerleader's pom poms which they seemed to carry everywhere. "Yeah, we don't want to get nerd on the nice clean floor do we?" laughed Patrick as I stood up and hurried to my seat, cheeks burning.
What I would give to be the one to put Patrick Stevenson and Chad Ford in their places. I wasn't really a nerd, sure I got good grades and all that but that wasn't the reason people picked on me. No, people picked on me because they thought I was well...evil. Hence the derogatory nickname. あなた see, I was a little different from other people. I loved all things macabre and despite my sane mind I came off slightly crazy. I had a speed freak laugh and a really wide smile as well as hair that seemed to be constantly static. I loved horror movies, serial killers and was interested in the occult. I was also short and rather skinny which is why I was beaten up as well as picked on. Fun eh?
A smelly gym 靴下 sailed through the air and hit me in the face. I looked up and saw Patrick laughing and pointing. I flicked it away. If only Patrick had known what a foul fate was to befall him he would never have dared messed with "Evil" Ed.
I barely made it off the bus alive. Chad and Patrick suddenly decided it was the most hilarious thing in the world to throw the cheerleaders pom poms at me and those things hurt...a lot! I rubbed a bruise on my arm and checked my face for scrapes in the bathroom mirror. I chewed the inside of my lip, trying to hold in the tears that would 確認 my place as a wimp not just to others but to myself. I turned my eyes away from the reflection in the mirror, disgusted によって the reflection. Come on Ed I thought to myself Just get through today. One もっと見る day!
I wrenched myself away from the sinks and strode for the door. My fingers had curled into to fists, the knuckles stark white against my skin. A few people sniggered as I walked past, hands cupped around their smirks. I ignored them walking purposely フォワード, 前進, 楽しみにして until CRASH! A girl with a stack of 本 walked right into me, her face obscured によって the pile. I fell down with her, my already bruised body aching from the impact.
"Geez, watch where you're goi-oh...hi Amy" I said, stopping my outburst when I realised that the girl I'd managed to send hurtling to the gum plastered floor was none other than Amy Peterson. Amy was not particularly 人気 but I had to be nice to her for one reason: she was currently going out with my sometimes best-friend Charley Brewster, my only other friend in the school. If I upset her then I upset Charley which therefore meant I had no one to talk to. Then my life would officially be hell. Amy blushed and began to gather her 本 together, muttering a string of words about it being "her fault" and that she "should have been looking where she was going".
I helped her place the 本 into a pile again but made a judgement that the pile was too precarious to safely totter around in the corridors held up only によって Amy's pin-like arms. "Hey Amy, do あなた want some help with your things" I asked, nodding my head at the books. She glanced at them and opened her mouth, a clear refusal in her eyes until she focused on a point above my head. I looked over and spotted Charley standing stock still at the end of the hallway, eyes wide.