English Class

I walked into my thrid class of the day, and I got lucky, I knew some one in here. I walked and sat next to "What up Jack. I heard some vamp chick got it good with the pincapal earler today

"huh?" i ask confused. "what happened with the principle.?"

"I dont know, Some vamp chick that was like, super good in the combat class got taken to his office, and kept her in there through out her english class after that.

"well yeah ever thought about her being transferred out?" i ask"and seriously I'm not one of the gossip people so if your gonna gossip go over there" i add pointing in the direction of the gossip group.

"Im not, but I thought you maight know here. You have the same type of, uhm, lets say aura, for a lack of better english translation."

"you know your really starting to creep me out" i reply looking down. "next your gonna tell me youv'e got a cross..."

"Sorry, not Christian. Good thought though. I didnt think they worked on vampires." I looked across the room, at the gossiping girls. One of them looked at me and I flashed her a smile, making a wishp of smoke and flame flare out of my hair.

"dork" i say coughing. "and they work on certan types."

"i am only a dork if she dosent like it." I looked back at her, and saw her smile agian. Show time for me. I took my hand, ran it through my hair, and when I took it away, it had a ball of flame floating above it. I made it dance around for a second, and when it was done, flew it over to her. It floated right by her, before I made it twril around to the shape of a rose, followed by a bright sparking of multi-color lights. "Now I am a dork, no matter what." luckily they were all giggling at my display.

"what did i say about fire around me?" i ask sternly. "and you dont want to make the teach mad either."

"oh well..." I said as me and jack saddled in for the long class of english. It was boring and motnoutness, and the teacher waa monotone. It was the worst hour of my day.

I start to draw random pictures in my notebook. One of a house cat one of an old farmhouse and one of, well lots of, pictures of gutiars and skateboards.