Touched by Forever

Ann made her way into the school building, eager for its warmth, hardly noticing the beautiful aurora lights that painted Barrow Alaska’s sky that not so dark morning because of the Northern Lights. She saw her best friend Jessica leaning against her locker. People nicked named them ‘twinsies’ because they looked so similar. The biggest difference between them was that Jessica had dark brown eyes, almost black, with long brown hair that reached her hips, and Ann’s hair reached mid-back. “Hello stranger,” Jessica embraced Ann. “Tell me everything! Did you hook up with that hot guy from the club?” she asked curiously. “What guy?! I don’t remember anything,” Ann said worriedly, her hazel brown eyes looking more on the green side as the hallway light reflected on them. “That guy!” Jessica exclaimed, shocked to see the guy from the club. He looked up at them, his mysterious gold-silver eyes catching Ann’s. A smile crept up his face, and he gave her a wink. Ann blushed and looked away.

They got into the pool and wasted no time starting their slow warming up laps. The pool was just above room temperature and almost all the students in the school took part in swimming. Both Jessica and Ann did speed skating as well. During swimming class, Ann noticed she could not keep up with Shysie’s speed. Ann was the best in swimming in her grade and knew that as of today, that will no longer be the case. Shysie seemed to maintain the swimming speed of a guy. Ann felt she just did not have the stamina to beat her, even though she kept on trying. All the students stopped to look at the two going at it. Shysie deliberately let Ann take the lead, but every time near the end of the race she overtook Ann with great speed. The students cheered on, enjoying the competitiveness. Ann got out of the pool and made her way to the locker room, noticing the swimming teacher talking to Shysie. Ann knew at that moment that her swimming career and dreams were over. She hoped she would get a schola

“We do, we just cannot see our own reflection,” Paris answered, amused that a clever girl like Ann believed in Vampire tales.“Do you need to be invited into a house? Did my mom invite you in?” Ann asked, eager to know.“Yes, we need to be invited in, into some houses. Depends if an Inupiat shaman put an invitation spell on a house,” Paris answered, wondering if he must compel her to forget.“Shaman?” Ann asked, confused.“Yes, a native witch doctor, if you must.” Paris smiled.“I know what a shaman is,” Ann said, annoyed and eager to get him to leave. She found him incredibly attractive, but she was slightly angry about the fact that he and his friends used her as a meal more than once.“All the houses in this town seem to have an invitation spell on them,” Paris confessed.“Wow, so my house is not the first one you invade. How long have you been in town to know all the houses have an invitation spell on?” Ann asked worriedly.“We have a compound on the outskirts to the North of town.

“I am sorry, ok? I promise not to drink from you again unless you want me to. Ok?” Paris said, putting his hands on her shoulders.Ann looked at one of his hands on her shoulder and brushed them off and continues to walk. “Why should I believe you? Does Vampires even have religion?”“Hey, a vampire promise is more binding and true than humans. A human can break their promise without conscience, but not a vampire. If a vampire thinks about breaking a promise, their skin starts to boil!” Paris said, walking beside her, trying to steer her in the direction of his car. “Oh please, I am not stupid!” Ann said, feeling the anger rising up in her because Paris took her for a stupid.Ann does her best to ignore Paris walking beside her. She ignored him flat out. She finally reached the bus stop. She got on, leaving Paris behind. “Getting on?” a chubby woman with sleek black hair asked Paris.“No, not today,” Paris said, turning around to make his way to his car. He looked at Ann through the w

“Paris, let’s talk,” Ann said behind Paris. Paris was about to get up when Shysie interrupted. “Anything you have to say to him you can say in front of us, right Paris?” Shysie asked mockingly. Paris knew he won’t be able to talk to Ann properly with Shysie around, “can we talk later?”“Paris, don’t be rude. The girl has something to say. Let her speak. Take a seat, after all, this is your usual table,” Shysie invited Ann to sit down.Everyone looked at Ann, waiting to say something. “Actually, Paris, your note said you wanted to speak to me? You go first. What did you want to talk about?” Ann asked, a bit nervous with all eyes on her.“Nothing, don’t worry about it,” Paris said hurriedly, feeling Shysies' eyes now on him. “Ok, well, um, you see… it feels like you are stalking me, waiting at my locker, sitting behind me in class, showing up at my house, and in my bedroom,..” Ann blurted out uncomfortably.“I was hungry and wanted to drink. I like the way you taste. You must eat a lo