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Jaden sat up from her plushy queen sized bed and looked out the window to her side. Ah, the joy of Saturday's! She thought, smiling to herself. She crawled out of bed and stretched, her toned stomach quivering as her muscles starting to work. She took a long shower, embracing the cool water that ran over her hair and down her backside. When she got out of the shower she pulled on a pair of faded and torn shorts, and a black tank top the showed a little of her midriff. She put her earings in the three open spaces in her ears, and large wrist watch. Silently she pulled on her black knee high boots, and left her room.
Skipping down the stairs, Jaden pulled into the kitchen to find her Grandpa preparing brekafast.
"Good morning, Pop!" She said smiling. She loved her Granpa with her all her heart. He was the only relative of hers that volunteered to take her in when her parents had died. For that, she had the upmost repsect and love for him.
"Good morning, Jack." He smiling at her. For some reason, he had always called her Jack. Just a nickname, but she didn't know why. She didn't mind though. "What do you want to eat?" he asked, flipping an egg.
"Actually, I'm not all that hungry right now. I'll just grap a small donut. I was thinking of going out to the shopping center any checking some of the stores. They have a new music store there, and it looked interesting." She said as she reached to the old fashioned donuts that lay on a tray on the counter.
"Music store? You've never shown an interest in music before..." he said, raising his eyebrow.
"I know, but the store looked cool. And the musicians that go in there are always good looking guys." She teased, winking at him.
"Alright." He laughed. "Enjoy yourself."
Jaden waved goodbye and ran outside to her Yamaha Midnight Warrior and pulled on her helmet. She took off down the long driveway, and as the gate at the end opened, she zipped out through the space, and sped off down the street. After about ten minutes she pulled her bike into the parking lot of the shopping center and searched around for the music store. Spotting it, she parked nearby, and left her helmet on the bike, Upon entering the store, she spotted a few other customers, one was a young man playing the guitar. She wandered her way to him, trying to look nonchalant, but as she heard what he played she was awed, and stared at him. After a few moments he noticed her eyes wathcing him and smiled. Standing up he offered her the guitar to play. She blushed with surprise, and looked around to see if anyone was watching.
"Care to try?" he asked.
"Uh... sure... I guess." She said taking the guitar in her hands. She positioned her hands over it, feeling like she was going to break it. But after a few moments she began atempting to play, not really know what she was doing. Surprisingly though, it sounded pretty good, considering she had no idea how to play. The young man smiled, and she gave him back the guitar.
"You have potential." he said takign the guitar back. "Have you ever been interested in music?"
"Umm not really." she said sheapishly, stuffing her hands in her pockets.
"Would you like to take some lessons?" he asked, completely seriously.
"Really?" she said, amazed.
"Yeah, I think you have talent. You could be really good if you took a whack at it." he grinned at set the guitar down. "What do you think?"
"Sure!" She exclaimed. After talking for about half an hour, she had given him her number and address, and they had set up her first lesson.
"By the way, what's your name?" He asked as she was getting ready to ride away.
"Jaden." she said pulling on her helmet. "And yours?"
"Ryo." He shook her hand and walked off. Jaden revved the motor on her bike and took off, heading back home, just itching tell her grandpa about her day. Soon, she reached the gate and typed the security code into the pad on thepillar that stood against the gate. She raced up the driveway and ran into the house after parking her her bike in front of the car. As she ran in searching for her father a strange feeling ran up her back. It felt like someone was running their finger along her spine. Suddenly, she collapsed on the floor and fell into the convulsions.
The next thing she new she lie in her bed sweaty and clammy. The was a note on the night stand next to her. I found you lying on the floor in the living room with a fever, passed out so I carried you upstairs. I hope you feel better. Do you think you ceizures have come back again? I will talk to the doctor about it. Rest, and I will see you at dinner. Love Pop.
She smiledand looked out the window, it was aorund three in the afternnon by her watch. She stared as the sun was a little lower in the sky than it had been before. Listening to the birds sing, she smiled and closed her eyes. BUt the strange feeling that had set her to convulsions before had returned. She winced, and reached behind her back. But she didn't fall into ceizures. She felt something scratchy under shirt, and she pulled the tank top off. What the...? She thought, her eyes wide, she got up and walked to the mirror at the end of the room, and turned to her side. She watched as two dark claws emerged form her back growing out to huge bacl wings, like a bat.
"What the hell am I?" she yelled.
Her grandpa yelled up the stairs to ask if she was allright. When she replied positively he reminded her that dinner wasn't for a few hours and she should rest. So looked at the door and thought. Rest. How am I supposed to rest with this? Her eyes began to glow yellow as she looked at her face in the mirror. Scary...
 rane.ben · Fri Mar 16, 2007 @ 01:30am · 0 Comments |
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