Puberty Ch1 So it's like this
her family was freaking nuts. Her knuckles were beginning to turn bone white when she clenched her hand into a fist around her last pencil. She's tried everything; from shoving ear plugs into her ears to blasting her stereo. And nothing, absolutely nothing could drown out the noise her older sister was making downstairs. It was a loud, very angry shriek that didn't stop for a minute, and they would break down into loud heart-breaking sobs. And it was all over some goofy boy! Mina growled, trying in vain to solve the math problem on notebook paper before her. She looked up at her clock, and realized that it had been three hours. Three freaking hours since Lucy had burst through the front door begging for her old room back. And not once had she taken a breath to calm down.
Mina and the Count: SickHe hadnt even noticed until shed spoken about it. Hed been busy inviting her to a party the Mummy was hosting that he hadnt been anxious to attend alone. Shed have to put on her fake nose and fur, but shed gotten used to that, years ago.I dont think Ill be able to go
she said in a plaintive whisper, eyes downcast, her guileless face in high color with its red eyebrows sloping in worry.Vhat? Vhy not? he asked, startled. Your family vill not know if you leave, Mina.Oh, I know. Its just
well, she looked up at his face, I feel funny. Weird. Then he saw it. Her. How shed changed over these years, the body now longer and stretched in some places, the tiny hands hed held slightly larger, folded like a womans in her lap. The shape of her fac
Vampires Mina Harper sat in her desk, drawing doodles into her notebook. She was supposed to be making a list of things she liked to do, in order to complete a project her teacher was talking the class through. The attention of the rest of her classmates stood in the front of the room, where all the desks faced, preaching about jobs and all the possibilities. Mina wasn't paying any attention. Nor did she really care. Doodles in her notebook explained to anyone with a clue what she would rather be doing. And only being seven years old at this rate, she didn't understand much. Like why her best friend wanted her to hide what he truly was. Was he embarrassed? She tried over and over again to assure him that he could be a number of things, and she'd never think differently about him. Her teacher began asking students what they wanted to be when they grew up. There were a number of