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... i might put in the real story:
They came. They really did--I thought they'd turn tail or not show up. I mean, who meets a guy from online? I could be a sick pyschopath, for all they know. But they're here, and I'm sweating in my overalls(my mom forced me to put these on."You look so cute!" Wow. The first thing she says to me since dad's death is this?), trying to look not completely freaked out by how messed up they look:
There's the guy who online is a self-described geek. Good description, except he left out the part about looking ready to strangle me. There's the only girl of our little clique, in high heels and sporting Heroine Chic. She freaks me out, too, and not just because she looks high--her claw-like hands rise at her sides, as if anticipating the kill.Are they planning on murdering me here? The's the guy who onced asked how many ways are there to kill a guy, sporting jeans barely staying on his butt.
And then there's him. Strangely enough, he doesn't look as his friends.He looks worse. His hair is surprisingly beautiful and so is his face, but the badass vibe vibrating from him make me do a doubletake. Yeah, he's gorgeous--in an emo sort of way. He looks bloodlusted, a sneer twisting his cherubic features into the monster he most likely is.
He glares at me in full, seeming to take all his anger and frustration in his eclipse-black eyes. Now he looks ready to kill me here and now. He looks like he can take me on--despite the fact he's only 14 and im 17 and that he looks like a skinny anorexic.
All four wearing hoodies, an aura of light--no doubt from the full moon's glare--casting them in shadows, if i didn't know better, I'd swear they were Vampires. But vampires aren't real...
Are they?