Thread: The Succubus of Cloud Vale High(Leestud and Frogger)

Miss Bell Elva rose as the bell rang, glancing at the clock to see how much time she had until her next period began. You say I cant fall in love, because of what I am. That Succubi are incapable of that kind of love. I may be a succubusbut I have feelings, just like everyone else. In the mornings, Im grumpy because I didnt get enough sleep. Sometimes I feel frustrated at one of my classmates because of the rumors that fly around. Who doesnt feel grumpy, or frustration at times? No one I know, that is for sure. Who says that I cant feel the same things? Someday I want to find love for myself. I know almost everyone believes me to be a lesbian, but Im not. I just Im tired of all the lies. I wish for once I could just speak to someone, and not have to worry about what comes out of my mouth. To have someone like thatwould be amazing. I love you like a mother, but I need people my own age to talk to. I want to be able to go out and see a movie with a friend, or to go to a party and see people interact with one another. I want to make a lifeKeeping myself locked away inside my own little bubble isnt helping matters any and if I had anything to do about it, I would change that. A tone of bitterness entered the last few sentences. It wasnt as though she blamed Miss Bell for her role in life. No, that was completely her own. It was her fault that she is the way she is today. Quickly she left the office, hurrying down the hallway to her next period. Luckily English was one of her favorite classes. Mr. Bane was a man of large proportions, but despite this he was rather nice. He loved teaching, which shone brightly in his brown eyes whenever he talked about a certain author or poet. The readings he would assign were always fun. He kept them in mind all the time, especially when it came down to what to read. It wasnt out of the ordinary for him to assign writing assignments promoting their creativity either. This was one reason the young girl liked him as much as she did. Deep in her heart, she loved to write, to create stories with her hands. It was this way that she could express herself. So many ideas would run wild in her mind at times, and this helped relieve the buzzing. Once in a while the teacher read out loud one of her papers. It was embarrassing to have praise issued, but it also pleasantlynice. She stepped into the classroom, reaching her desk just as the bell rang again. Today they were to discuss a number of poets, including Lord Alfred Tennyson, Edgar Allan Poe, and William Blake. Not many of the students cared to listen in on such lectures. Elva was probably one of the few who actually tuned in, and liked what she was learning. After taking her seat, she brought out the notebook she wrote her notes in and opened it to the right page. Then she dug into her backpack for a pencil. It didnt require too much time on her part, seeing as how she always had things organized. Hello, class! Mr. Bane greeted in his rather loud voice. He wore his trademark smile today, as well as clothes that reflected his thoughtful nature. Most of the time he wasnt quiet, like many people would think. At least, Elva assumed he was going to be that way on the first day of school. During all her years of school, all of her English teachers had been quiet, even strict. Boy did he blow her out of the water, when he suddenly did much like what he did now. Today we will be discussing a few famous poets that we have not gone over yet. HoweverI see I have a new student. What is your name? Oh no Oh please, no Closing her eyes, she started to wish that she wasnt here. Could it be that Lee was in this class too? Waitdidnt Miss Griffin mention that he had the same classes as her? No Please, this cant be happening She bowed her head, holding it like a person waiting for the guillotine. Maybe I can ask to have my schedule changed around.she mused.