my story entry 10 I was pretty sure I was something different, but I didn't know what. My best friend, a mix of several "impossible" creatures had once bitten me and although I did not bleed or go through any drastic changes, I was sure I was different. I became more tired during the day and took naps often, much to the discontent of my mother. But I stayed weak, slow, and unattractive. Although I loved my pale white skin and ridiculously blond hair, they were all the beauty I had. My eyes were boring. Although blue eyes captivated me to the point that if I looked into a pair of them i could get lost for hours, permitting they didn't notice me, which
my story entry 9 Although I knew they were only kidding, there was, in my mind, a sliver of truth to the whole thing. Reality is a state of mind, and as such, if we do not believe then it will not exist and neither will we. In other words, it one truly believes that dragons are simply a myth, then to that person there are no dragons. To that person a dragon would be completely nonexistent and the person would be so to the dragon, and being such, neither one could do harm to the other. Now if this person was a believer, then the creature would appear to him or her just as real as their friends and quite dangerous if it wanted to be. This applied to a
my story entry 8 My room was often dark, since I never opened the curtains, didn't like sunlight. I was unbelievably pale and because of this sunlight reflected off my skin, much the was it would off snow. My hair, too, would glimmer as gold for its blondness. This always made me wonder, if some insects glowed in the dark, what would I be, a vampire? I had recently read the first of the twilight series and thoroughly enjoyed it, minus a few misunderstandings. Vampires weren't supposed to sparkle in the sunlight, but either burn or become horrably tired or weak, depending on the type and strength of the vamp. My skin was also rather cold most of the