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“Shhh! You’ll wake her up.” what? I groaned and rolled over, the sun was shining right in my eyes. “Urgh! Its to bright!” I pulled the covers over my head. “Spencer close the curtain, plea-he-se.” I begged. “HAPPY 17TH BIRTHDAY ZOEY!” I jumped and fell off the bed. “Ouch!” I heard laughter but I still hadn’t opened my eyes yet and the room was already spinning.   “Zoey are you ok?” I was in Spencer’s arms. “Are…you…trying to…kill me on my birthday?” “No its too late your awake, So your lucky…this time” Sam? “Sam?&

Ophelia is very good at getting what she wants. Her and the secretary were arguing and I really don‘t think anyone could win with Ophelia. “I’m sorry. If she doesn’t have an appointment-” “Well we didn’t know that so, we’re here now and you’re certainly not busy.” The secretary looked startled then she blinked. “Ummm…Right this way.” She led us into a waiting room, Spencer lifted me up onto the bed and pulled up a chair next to my feet and held my hand. Then I had a thought and I felt bad about bringing it up but “Tracie said that you two were a couple way before you

I woke up to yelling, crashing, and a lot of noise coming from downstairs. I was laying on Spencer’s black bed under the covers. Spencer was gone. I jumped up out of the bed and ran down the stairs. I seen Ophelia get thrown across the room and heard her hiss, I searched for Spencer. I didn’t see him anywhere, I seen Trinity she was so sweet when I met her but now the way she was taking down all those….Vampire’s! No! We’re they all here because of me? There was at least 7 of them. I was standing close to the stairs and to answer my question someone grabbed my arms and pushed me forward into the middle of the fight

I climbed the tallest tree in the cemetery, like I always did, everyday getting higher and higher. Reaching and swinging from branch to branch. The wind blew the cool night air, twisting in my hair. I reached for the next branch-a little farther than the others and let go with the other hand. I dangled there for a minute, twenty feet in the air, trying to pull myself up…and my hand slipped. Before I could even scream I had the breath knocked out of me by something colliding into me protectively. I held on tightly. We landed on the ground-I was laying on someone’s chest definitely a boy-we were both rigid. “How did…”