Kyo-krazy

'I swear they make these chairs to be uncomfortable.' She thought to herself, adjusting herself in the mint green plastic chair that squeaked underneath her as she moved. She did her best to look casual as she discreetly wiped sweaty palms on the soft fabric of the black pencil skirt she wore only when she couldn't avoid it. The receptionist at the desk in front of her coughed and she couldn't help but look up somewhat sheepishly and assume a better posture, crossing her legs elegantly in front of her. Or at least she hoped it was elegant. She had tried very hard this morning to look impressive, wearing a satin blue blouse that she loved and

Death. Death doesn't scare me. For thousands of years it has chased me across desert sands, mountain peaks and ocean waves and for thousands of years I have escaped its cold touch. I was given the gift long ago of realization. The realization that the only power something has over you, is the power that you give to it. So I trained, and I learned and I conquered. I was given the gift of power; I was chosen above all others to be transformed from a pathetic victim, into the predator. I have become just what I would have feared most. Now there is nothing, nothing at all that I fear. Death will lay its claim on you in the end, you are worthless

        I kicked, sending a pile of dry dead leaves in all directions, spinning like mad tops to the ground. I looked around again, shrugging my head deeper down into my thick scarf and burying my hands in my pockets. Why today? I asked, kicking myself mentally. For some stupid reason, it just had to be today. I walked through the tall arch, past the gates that stood wide open, the metal links of the chains clinking against the shining wrought iron, urged by the brisk wintery breeze. Barely in the corner of my eye I something small move, and draw back into the shadow of the large gateway and heard a sigh, almost as if it were my own. "Wel

I step up to the platform between the two mirrors, looking down at my hands swathed in gossamer white thick as down. My nails perfectly done, I can see my curls falling over my shoulder, but somehow I'm still nervous. When I finally swallow and look into the mirror I can see myself, reflected millions of times between the mirrors. My eyes are wide, and I study them, almost like I've never seen this strange girl before. Dressed all in white, a sheer veil cascading down my back. Where did I go? Who is this woman? The panic begins to rise within me. What am I doing? I silently cry, watching this stranger. How can I even think of trusting someon

My heart beats loud once. Twice. I'm watching over the top of the magazine I bought just so I'd have an excuse to sit here. She glances over and I feel my pupils dilate as her eyes rest for the smallest moment on me. She sees right through me, but I don't mind. She doesn't notice when I sit behind her in class. I watch her move her hair off the back of her neck and swallow hard. The back of her neck is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. She never looks at me, is that all right? I sit on the bench across from where she meets him every day after school. He touches her and my hands start to sweat. I can't stand the way he's loo