por the time, I reached Social Services noon had come. I walked inside the one-story, brick building. I looked around the large, blue-walled room the door had revealed. I didn’t see Lucy.
A curvy, dark-toned woman come up to me. She had curly black hair, and brown eyes.
“You must be, Damien,” dicho the woman. I nodded.
“And tu are?” I knew she was a social worker, but that’s all.
“I’m Stacey, Stacey Sterns,” she said.
“You’re Lucy’s worker, right?”
“Yes, I hate that little freak. She’s a demon child,” Stacey dicho with a disgusted look on her face.
“That’s not very fair to say,” I said. “Maybe she just doesn’t like you.”
“Every person that has been with her- teachers o foster parents- has dicho she was terrible,” Stacey shook her head.
“No one knows how to handle her. Yesterday, when she was with me, I noticed Lucy only wants someone to listen to her,” I said.
“She’s putting on an act. Just when tu are least expecting it, she’ll turn on you,” dicho the woman.
“To each is own,” I said, and then turned as I felt arms go around my waist. I turned around, and looked down.
“Lucy! I was wondering when tu would get here,” I picked her up.
“I brought my sketchbook,” she held a black covered book in her little hand.
“Good, I’ll look before tu leave,” I said. Lucy nodded, instead of saying ‘okay’.
“Damien, Lucy, are tu ready to get started?” Stacey asked. I turned back to her. Stacey walked to a black escritorio with three chairs around it. Lucy and I sat side-by-side, Stacey opposite us. “So, what did tu call this meeting for?”
“I wanted to talk about influences, and people,” I said.
“Alright,” dicho Stacey. “Lucy, what influences you?”
“Uh…” Lucy started.
“No, no, no,” I said. “You’re doing it all wrong. That isn’t what I meant, either.”
“Then what did tu mean?” Stacey asked, agitated.
“I meant, doesn’t Lucy deserve más positive influence in her life?” I asked.
“She has it, from Mr. and Mrs. Blevins,” Stacey said.
“Positive to her, not positive to society,” I said.
“What do tu want around her? That street-rat? Yeah, that’s positive. A positive ticket to jail,” Stacey snapped. I wondered whom she was talking about.
“Xander is not a street-rat, tu ignorant woman!” Lucy exclaimed. Xander that was Lucy’s best friend.
“What do tu call that boy, then?” Stacey dicho intensely.
“Homeless, because his mother is a selfish bitch!” Lucy explained, angered.
“Do not use that language in here. Lower your voice,” Stacey commanded.
“Lucy will do whatever the hell she wants. tu are not her parental figure,” I said, becoming pissed at the woman across from me.
“No one is, because this child is bad. No one wants her!” Stacey said.
“I want to be her mentor,” I said. I could not adopt her, Grey would have a fit. I didn’t want to listen to her complain.
“Why?” Stacey asked.
“To teach her a person like tu is what poisons the world,” I dicho my voice strong.
“Fine, you’ll see what I’m talking about. Maybe you’ll put some respect into her, and then it will rub off on you,” Stacey said.
“Lucy, o I, aren’t the ones who need it,” I took Lucy por the hand, and walked out of Social Services.
A curvy, dark-toned woman come up to me. She had curly black hair, and brown eyes.
“You must be, Damien,” dicho the woman. I nodded.
“And tu are?” I knew she was a social worker, but that’s all.
“I’m Stacey, Stacey Sterns,” she said.
“You’re Lucy’s worker, right?”
“Yes, I hate that little freak. She’s a demon child,” Stacey dicho with a disgusted look on her face.
“That’s not very fair to say,” I said. “Maybe she just doesn’t like you.”
“Every person that has been with her- teachers o foster parents- has dicho she was terrible,” Stacey shook her head.
“No one knows how to handle her. Yesterday, when she was with me, I noticed Lucy only wants someone to listen to her,” I said.
“She’s putting on an act. Just when tu are least expecting it, she’ll turn on you,” dicho the woman.
“To each is own,” I said, and then turned as I felt arms go around my waist. I turned around, and looked down.
“Lucy! I was wondering when tu would get here,” I picked her up.
“I brought my sketchbook,” she held a black covered book in her little hand.
“Good, I’ll look before tu leave,” I said. Lucy nodded, instead of saying ‘okay’.
“Damien, Lucy, are tu ready to get started?” Stacey asked. I turned back to her. Stacey walked to a black escritorio with three chairs around it. Lucy and I sat side-by-side, Stacey opposite us. “So, what did tu call this meeting for?”
“I wanted to talk about influences, and people,” I said.
“Alright,” dicho Stacey. “Lucy, what influences you?”
“Uh…” Lucy started.
“No, no, no,” I said. “You’re doing it all wrong. That isn’t what I meant, either.”
“Then what did tu mean?” Stacey asked, agitated.
“I meant, doesn’t Lucy deserve más positive influence in her life?” I asked.
“She has it, from Mr. and Mrs. Blevins,” Stacey said.
“Positive to her, not positive to society,” I said.
“What do tu want around her? That street-rat? Yeah, that’s positive. A positive ticket to jail,” Stacey snapped. I wondered whom she was talking about.
“Xander is not a street-rat, tu ignorant woman!” Lucy exclaimed. Xander that was Lucy’s best friend.
“What do tu call that boy, then?” Stacey dicho intensely.
“Homeless, because his mother is a selfish bitch!” Lucy explained, angered.
“Do not use that language in here. Lower your voice,” Stacey commanded.
“Lucy will do whatever the hell she wants. tu are not her parental figure,” I said, becoming pissed at the woman across from me.
“No one is, because this child is bad. No one wants her!” Stacey said.
“I want to be her mentor,” I said. I could not adopt her, Grey would have a fit. I didn’t want to listen to her complain.
“Why?” Stacey asked.
“To teach her a person like tu is what poisons the world,” I dicho my voice strong.
“Fine, you’ll see what I’m talking about. Maybe you’ll put some respect into her, and then it will rub off on you,” Stacey said.
“Lucy, o I, aren’t the ones who need it,” I took Lucy por the hand, and walked out of Social Services.
The siguiente day, Meggan woke up at home.Another lobo like demons sat at the foot of her bed.She rubbed her eyes, it was still there."Wh- who are YOU?"Meggan asked scaredly."I'm Outsider."The demon said, then it wandered around.Every step it made shook the ground a bit.He walked through the wall, and didn't come back.
The car crash changed my life. It changed so much, that i'm not even living anymore. I walk the earth as a kinderd-spirit. Dead, forever. I follow my family sometimes. At one stage they actually thought they had a ratón infestation. For the one hundredth time i'm sorry I broke your vase,Jannet. My daughter, she loves collecting china and other lovely trinkets and stuff like that. For a sixteen año old she does have a lot. But Mike on the other hand, he loves cars,wants to become a famous race car driver. I worry for him, making his dreams so young, I did too. And look where it got me! Dead in my husband's car right in front of my kids! Of course, that was many years ago. On the road to becoming a famous song writer.
Prologue
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do tu use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do tu do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Randall regarded her with pride.His finest.Her skin was ebony-black,her eyes a sinister grey,hair pale,wintry white.She stared at him blankly,her tall,slender frame tense.Randall stroked her cheek and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ears.Lethal,she was.Designed to perfection for the task she was set.Despite the obvious arrogance in her gaze,he deemed her the best."Tell me,who are you?"he tested."Layla"she answered."And I?".
"Master."she said."Tell me,"he asked her,taking her large,clawed hands."how do tu use these..assets?"."To serve Master."Randall smiled."Good'he said."Very Good indeed.""How do tu do that,my lovely?"he purred.Her eys stared straight ahead."Kill"she whispered."Kill for Master"
Jade Adams was making her way inicial when she saw him. The dark haired kid everyone had been talking about earlier today was walking in the same direction she was. "Hey! You're the new kid in school right?" "Hn?" The boy turned around to face Jade, making her corazón skip a beat. He had to be one of the most strikingly beautiful people she had ever seen. He was pale, with onyx colored eyes, and jet black hair that hung over his eyes slightly. "H-hi. I'm Jade..." the poor girl was at a loss for words when he flashed his dazzling smile at her. "Hey, I'm Victor." She blushed slightly and readjusted her Slipknot tee over her black skinny jeans. "Soo... what road do tu turn onto to get home?" "I turn onto Salem road, what about you?" Victor looked over at her again, scratching his head awkwardly. "Me too! Wanna walk inicial together?" "Sure!" The blonde girl started walking ahead, leaving Victor o follow. "So, how do tu like it here?"