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This is just not another romance.Bertha Jones has a dark secret which she also doesn't know........ View table of contents...


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Submitted:Jun 17, 2011    Reads: 146    Comments: 14    Likes: 5   


Friday nights are such pleasures…………

I woke up in a sweat." The nightmare was so true, so real" I think getting up from the bed. I look at myself in the mirror. The reflection shows a black haired brunette with dark brown eyes and a very pale complexion. "I wish I wasn't so pale". I think as I sleepily step into the bathroom and brushing my teeth. I bend my head to gurgle with water and then look up to see a black clothed man standing behind me with fangs. I quickly turn around and see nothing. Shaking I look into the mirror and see no one except myself. I wipe my face and leave the bathroom trembling. "Get a grip to yourself" I scold myself. It feels very cold as though someone has dropped the room temperature. "Maybe it is just because I decided to sleep in my tank top with the air conditioner on" I think as I pull up my old basketball jersey. "Becky, breakfast times come down! " My father yells from the kitchen. "Coming" I yell back. I wish that he won't call me Becky. I just hate my name. Bertha Jones. What a name? I think and miss the step of our staircase and neatly fall flat on my nose. Ouch! "Oh my princess!" Dad comes yelling. "Dad I'm ok" I say but then he calls my 17 year brother to lift me up and put me on the sofa. "Are you okay? "My brother Andrew asks after roughly handling me and putting me on the sofa like a sack of potatoes. "Yeah like really after you picked me up and dumped me here". I retort as I rub my nose. "I'll bring my first aid kit "my dad says who is sitting besides me and gets up anxiously. "No need" I say firmly as I get up and walk to the kitchen. My dad has been extra protective of me since my mother's death 3 years ago. So we moved in from N.Y

City to California. I was 11 back then and was disgusted by the old house but my mother had died here while working as an investigator so I got used to it. I removed the cheerios from the cupboard and removed some of it in a bowl and poured milk on it. As I sat and munched on the cereal I checked out my mental list. I had completed my homework and had done the extra work our teacher had given us. I finished my breakfast and then gulped down the fresh orange juice. Seriously I hate tinned stuff. I run up stairs and rush into the shower and wash myself. I put on my bathrobe and step outside. I sit on the chair and start blow-drying my hair and as I look in the mirror, my flower vase drops down as if someone pushed it. I get up in fright and with feeling goosebumps, I pick up the shattered vase. About few minutes later I am dressed in a blue tank top and flowered skirt. As I was scanning my bag I noticed a book, a book of a boy a cool, calm and the class hottie whom even older girls have a crush on. I remembered the killer light grey eyes, pale skin, blonde hair and great looks, Ethan Sky.





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