Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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HEADING for the field, Scott pauses as he notices Lydia and Luna climbing the bleachers. And stepping right behind them is Allison.
Luna yawns before looking at her newly painted nails in boredom.
Allison watches the same boy from her first period. She wanted to know who he was as he was interesting and cute.
"Hey so um do you know who that is?"
Lydia glances at Allison before following where she was pointing at a boy standing in a field goal, "Him? I'm not sure who he is. Why?"
Allison shrugs nonchalantly, "He's in my English class."
Lydia nods then turns her gaze to her boyfriend. Allison looks at Luna once Lydia is distracted and gives her a help look.
Luna chuckles, "That's Scott. Scott McCall."
Scott looks up, shocked to not only hear Allison asking about him but also the fact that Luna Tate remembered even knew his name. But with his hearing momentarily turned up, he flinches at the whistle blow, sound ringing through his skull.
Luna winces slightly at the sound at the shrilling whistle before focusing on Scott who is withering around in pain in the field goal.
One of the bigger players charges forward as the Assistant Coach passes the ball to him. Catching it, he whips his stick forward, hurling the ball toward the goal. Still reeling from the whistle, Scott looks up too late to see the ball soaring toward him. It bounces right off his helmet and into the net. The team laughs wickedly. Even the Coach snickers.
Cheeks burning under his mask, Scott steals himself for the next player. When the whistle blows again, he's ready. The Assistant Coach passes the ball to the player who catches it and fires it right at the goal.
Scott moves startlingly fast, almost an instantaneous reaction. Then he notices the player staring at him with a mixture of disappointment and surprise. Scott has the ball.
He caught it.
When the next player takes the shot, Scott catches the ball again. And then again. And again. Nothing can get past him.
In the bleachers, the three girls all sit forward in interest.
"He seems like he's pretty good." Allison smiles.
"Very good." Lydia nods biting her lip.
Luna frowns noticing the lust in her voice. The girl had a perfect boyfriend yet here she was totally fangirling over a whole other guy.
Intrigued, Lydia keeps her gaze locked on Scott who now stands with a far more confident posture. Until he sees that Jackson is next in line. Glaring at Scott, he practically strangles the lacrosse stick with his gloves.
"Oh God..." Luna and Scott mumble at the same time.
The Assistant Coach tosses the ball up. Jackson launches forward, catching the ball and spinning around to fire it at the goal. But Scott moves with supernatural precision.
