Gothic School (Vampire And The Witch)

Lyla Helliwell growled as her pair of blue iris eyes stared into the locker. Two stinky-dead rats and sewage sludge were in there covered her books. She knew exactly who had done such a nasty thing; Maddy and her cheerleaders gang.Her palms clenched when she heard chuckling from behind her back. Of course Lyla knew Maddy and her friends were behind."Your locker's dirty, huh?" ridiculed the blonde haired girl with too much make-up she put on her face. The blonde's words were met with laughter from the others."Look at this wierdo, her look just disgusts me, I don't know why?""Yes, that's right. Why does she have to wear black every day? Does any other color burn her skin?" The sound of laughter was getting louder and louder that it made Lyla furious."I think she's just looking for attention." The mocking continued."Yeah, exactly."Lyla decided to turn around. Four girls had surrounded her. She looked at them with a defiant gaze. She wasn't scared at all of Maddy and her friends. I

"A witch," chuckled Keegan. He walked around Lyla who actually wasn't intimidated by the young man at all. His hand grabbed a handful of Lyla's hair and inhaled deeply, making the girl turn around and brushed Keegan's hand away."Your hair smells like spice." He chuckled. "Are you wictches always stuck in the kitchen?"Lyla's hands clenched. Again and again. She had always been the object of bullying. Even in a school where all students were Freakies, she was still a target. This was absolutely unacceptable. Lyla had enough with it."Hei, are you mute? Deaf? Can you hear what I said? You can talk, can't you?" fishing Keegan. His desire was so passionate that he wanted to start a conflict with this girl in front of him. He had never liked witches---bloodsuckers had never liked their existence. It had been like that for hundreds of years.Witches didn't deserve to be among the Freakies. They are just ordinary people who happened to have brilliant brains and able to create concoctions

"Aargh! Easy, please!" Keegan snapped as a woman with pointy ears and white hair cleaned his wound in the treatment room. Keegan's face looked flushed, especially around the eye area. There were brown spots like blisters on the skin. "Keep your hands off your face, or they'll get allergic too." Miss Abigaily---an elf who was also the school nurse---stopped Keegan's hand when the young man was about to touch the wound on his face. "Don't give me witch potions! It's disgusting!" "This is a prescription for elven medicine. Don't worry." Miss Abigaily opened a vial filled with a glistening liquid. "Your auto-immunity cannot treat your wound, because the allicin in garlics is difficult for your body to resist." She explained as she's smearing Keegan's face with the potion. "I knew about that already!" Keegan snapped. The young man's pale but handsome face looked so annoyed. "This nasty witch, she has to pay for this." He muttered. Miss Abigaily shook her head slowly. "Why do you alw