Singer Not a Dancer's blog

Jaiden's POV:
"Yeah! They both had headaches and collapsed to the ground. Does that mean that they remember us? All of the vampires?" I stared at my dad. He looked like The Thinker. He was deep in thought. I can tell because of his calm face and how quiet he is. He blinked and straightened his back. I heard it crack.
"Well, we still don't know. They might have started remembering, but our powers prevented it causing the pain, headache and blacking out. Ooorrrr, they could've started remembering, remembered, along with a GREAT amount of pain, then blacked out. How much pain did it look like. A huge amount or an enormous amount of huge pain?"

"Hold up!" I looked at Party. He put an arm out in front of him to keep me from walking through the door.
"What?" I gave him a confused look. I'm so confused. I kept my arms at my side hoping he wouldn't see something he shouldn't on my arms.
"What's the secret?" He sounded very suspicious. I guess he still doesn't trust me. Well, the feeling is mutual.
"Oh. My name is actually Shooting Star. Star for short. I don't usually tell people my real name. Well, real fake name. I wanted to see if you guys trusted me." My stomach grumbled again.
"Oh. You're a sneaky little on, aren't you?" I smiled a little.
"Let's get one thing straight," I said in a firm voice. "I'm not little. I'm fun-sized! Now, I need to eat something. If you could so kindly move your arm so I could exit this room, Party." He looked at his arm and blushed. His arm dropped down.

They just stred on. Do they have a staring problem? Or is there something on my forehead? If Korse put ANOTHER sick scar on me, I'm going to blow!!
"This is boring. Say something." They shared a look. SERIOUSLY!! "Do you guys have sme sort of telepothy thing going on? 'Cuz you guys always share a look, and then, someone says something! Are you speaking through your minds?" I wasn't really curious, but I was BORED!
"Umm..." Injured Guy said. "No." I frowned again. Well, that sucks. I was hoping they had some cool power or something. Nope.

Ok. Yes. I watch a lot of anime. Well, I used to. I'm too busy now. I have to write my story for my friends at school. I have to come here to write my fanfiction. And I have to do homework, chores, watch Spongebob, and have piano lessons. I'm too busy for a thirteen year old. I even did a mud run! It's 3.5 miles full of obsticles, people, and obviously MUD!! I ran like half a mile barefoot because my shoes got stuck in mud and you could barely see them. Then, my feet got all cut up, so I washed it in mud water. It actually cleaned it. Yeah. It took about an hour to finsish, but that was a good time. I'm soooo sore now. You can't even believe! (unless you've done the Irvine mud run in about an hour) I just ate yummy eggs. They had veggies!! Yummmm... SORRY! ADD is very distracting. I don't get why I have ADD. I hate math, but I'm good at it. Get my joke? Add like math (+). No...? Wow. Tough croud. Whatever. I thought it was funny. This blog was kinda pointless. I was just bored.

I don't know how much time had passed. It could've been seconds, or minutes. Not hours because they would've found me by then. I gazed after the van even after it disappeared beyond the desert sand. I felt cold on the inside, but I was hot on the outside. I stood up and leaned against the wall again. I hate guilt. It's the only reason Korse isn't dead right now. Crap. Footsteps. Great. I look to my left. And here they come. For some reason, I was too exhausted to fight them. I saw the one who used to wear a red jacket not wearing it anymore. He had a bandage around the arm that I stabbed. I gave him a sheepish smile. He didn't smile back. He did the opposite. He glared at me.
"Don't get you panties in a twist, dude. That never would've happened if you had just let me use the bathroom." He scowled at me. For some reason, that made me smile more. I like annoying people. It's fun to do.

Ow! Why does my head hurt so much, and why is it so dark? Oh. That explains it. My eyes are closed. I'm so stupid. I peel my eyes open slowly, one by one. I was in a room with no windows. there were different colors everywhere. there were posters. One had a spider on it. Another just had paint splattere on it. Definitely killjoys. Good killjoys...? I don't know. I attempt to stand up, but I realized I was tied to a chair. It was in a corner farthest from the door. My legs were tied to the legs of the chair, and my arms were tied behind me... with rope. ROPE!! Rope is so old fahsioned. These people are so getto!) I think I spelled that right.) I'm glad though. I can get out of ropes. Hmmm... do I still my have my weapons? I look down at my holsters. They're empty. I don't have any of my rayguns or daggers. I also don't have my leather jacket. Grrr... don't mess with my leather jacket, or you're going to get beaten up BADLY! Ouch! Ow... thinking to hard. How did I get here though?

His eyes widened. He had fiery red hair. He clutched his stomach where I shot him. Crapazoid! He fell on his back. I kneeled beside him. He had an expression of pain. What should I say?-do? Are you ok? No! That's stupid! Of course he's not ok! I just shot him!
"Are you going to survive this?" I asked frantically. He glared at me but was also confused.
"Jet! Kobra! Ghoul! Get over here! Help!" My eyes widened. I tried to get away, but he grabbed my wrist. I pulled, but he wouldn't let go! I slapped his hand. I also heard footsteps coming our way. I need to get away. I did the unthinkable. I punched him in his stomach where I shot him with my free hand. He grunted and let go of me. I quickly got up and ran to hide behind a diferent wall. I got there just in time because once I gogt behind the wall, I heard voices.
"Party! What's- Oh my god!" One of them said.

I opened the door slowly and cautiously walked in. It doesn't look lie anyone is here at the moment, but someone does. I see a coffee machine on a counter. I go up to it and quickly touch it. It'ss still warm. I hear voices outside. I look around to peer through one of the windows. There is a beaten up trans am parked outside. Crap! I don't like other people. Other people die because of me. because I can't kill. I wonder if they have a backdoor. I can't check now. I don't have enough time! I quickly dive underneath one of the tables hoping they won't see me. My back is to the wall, and my knees are pulled tight against my chest. Please don't see me! I hear them walk through the door. Wow. There are definitly more than on of them. They instantly head for the coffee machine. I look at their feet.
"I want coffee! Give me some," one of them said. He pushed passed his buddies to get to the coffee.

Except one. And that was about how there's too much spam. UUUGGGGHHHH!!!!!!! Stop spamming!! It's annoying! I'm trying to find good fanfiction or someone I can give advice, but I can't. Actually, I can give adve...

To all of you spammers:

STOP!!!!!!!!

I hope nonody got hurt. I can't believe I just thought that! It's true though. I heard dracs coming out of the van. I attempted to run faster, but my legs wouldn't listen to me. I didn't hear footsteps after me, but I kept going. I ran away from the sight. I've always run away. I tugged at my purple shirt sleeve. I hated what was on my arm. It wouldn't go away either. A sick scar. I stopped going after a few minutes and collapsed to the ground on my knees. I put my ray gun away back in its holster. I was gasping for breath. I fell onto my back, the sun getting into my eyes. I closed them, but the sun was too bright and still blinded me. These bright lights have always blinded me. I put my arm over my eyes to shield it from the sun. I took as deep breaths as I could without it hurting. After a bit, it didn't hurt at all when I breathed. I slowly sat up and took my arm away from my eyes slowly. I looked around and realized that I was near a diner. I stood up and walked toward it slowly.