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 Meghan E --December Free-Write Awake ; Chapter 1 ; Part 1 I sit up so fast that I fall completely off my bed, landing face first into my floor. And I’m so grateful that my carpet is thick enough that I hardly made a sound when I fell. I get up slowly, one: because I have a killer headache, and two: because my whole body aches like hell. I also feel really tired for some reason, which is weird since whenever I dream of Him, I always feel great when I wake up. I walk over to my vanity, stumbling over something and almost falling, yet again, on my face. I look over my shoulder to see what it was and find nothing there. “Psshh, only my foot,” I mutter to myself. Curse my clumsiness. I turn back around and look into the mirror. And when I see myself, my mouth literally falls open in absolute shock. I look terrible; I look like total crap. My dirty blond hair is a complete mess, sticking up everywhere, which is weird because my hair goes just two or three inches past my shoulders. Who know what could have made it stick up like that. My eyes look really scary, all blood-shot with dark circles underneath them, making me look like I haven’t slept in a week or two. It actually looks like I’ve been crying my eyes out. They also have this weird glow to them, almost a violet glow. It’s like I can hardly see my true eye color, which is this weird half-blue, half-green thing. My nose is slightly red. My mouth… Whoa. I look at my mouth, and am astonished by how different it looks. My lips seem slightly fuller, but not much. They look like they’re kind of pushed out in some sort of pout, like all those supermodels do. Actually, it looks like I have braces of some sort. And trust me; I don’t have the guts to get them. Plus, my mom says I don’t even need them. Looking at my mouth, I wonder what could make it look so different. I tsk softly, thinking I’m finally going insane, when I see it. I bar my teeth to get a better look, and gasp. My teeth are about the most different of my face. They’re stunningly white. Both rows of teeth, top and bottom, are all super straight, not one out of line. And the two teeth we all call our fangs, look a little pointier, and also a little longer, then the last time I saw them. “Wow, I have real fangs.” Article posted December 20, 2010 at 01:14 PM • comment (1) • Reads 279 • Return to Blog List Add a CommentPosted Comments  You are an AMAZING writer! I love the words that you use to describe things. Good Job! This is awesome keep up the good work!
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