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Ex's RantListen here, buster-
Don't walk away from me!
You're doing it again, that thing you do,
When you're trying to avoid me.
Is there something on my face?
Do I smell like old fish?
Why can't we just be friends like before;
Is that too much too wish?
Oh, so that's it,
You're going too ignore me now, right?
Fine, good, WHATEVER.
Won't see me put up a fight.
I miss you, though,
The way we were,
How we both were
When I saw you first.
I'm over it.
Why aren't you?
Unwilling Little Vampire A cold wind tugged at my long, black hair. The full moon above me made a spotlight through the dense trees. I sighed. The sound of my footsteps on gravel was the only noise to be heard, besides a coyote in the distance. My breath clouded before me, and I shoved my gloved hands further into my pockets.
Tonight was the same as any other night- for all the humans, that is. I was human, once. I think. Yes, I'm quite sure I must have been, about two and a half centuries ago. Yes- I was the eldest child and only daughter of a very wealthy family in Boston. Back then I was known as Mary Tailor, of the esteemed Tailor family. Now I'm known as Jenevive Marx, a quiet, detached teenager with dark clothing and snowy skin.
I believe it was my brother, Mark (from whom I derived my assumed surname), that brought me out there that night. A bash to mark the century, he called it. I was so sarcastic and rude toward him, telling him he was stupid and that our ind
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