The suivant day, I had no choice but to go to school. My Friends looked at me with concerned looks, but I tried to ignore that. We all stood around in front of the school, waiting to be let in before the first bell.
"How toi doing?" Chasity asked. I shrugged.
"Did toi hear?" Axel said, his eyes wide with interest.
"Hear what," Liberty said.
"The kids they took in weren't the real shooters. They had their alibis. And no one ever really saw the shooters; they were disguised ou something. So that means---"
"The real shooters are still here," corbeau, corneille finished. Everyone shifted uncomfortably.
"Well why don't they just do a gun search?" Raven asked.
"The shooting happened last week," corbeau, corneille sighed. "And plus, they found the pistolets used. No fingerprints. They were wearing gloves, I guess."
"Gotta l’amour high school..." Raven muttered. All of a sudden, there were loud shouts, and people looking at us. All of us looked around, bewildered. I fiddled with my sleeves uncomfortably.
"She did it!" someone shouted. "She's just like her parents! She shot those kids!" Others shouted agreement. Then a teacher rushed out, and grabbed my wrist. I jumped back in shock, but he had a tight grip on me.
"Come with me, Miss Fayard," he mumbled in my ear. I swallowed. Then Axel stood right suivant to the teacher.
"What are toi doing?" he asked, shocked. "You can't do this. It wasn't her! She was right with us!"
"You can't prove that," the teacher grumbled. "Young man, déplacer out of my way."
"We were all there!" corbeau, corneille shouted at him. The teacher ignored him.
"Don't say anything, Hecate! toi have the right to remain silent!" Raven shouted after me. corbeau, corneille mumbled something, and she elbowed him. The teacher dragged me through the crowd, people shouting accusations at me. I ducked my head, trying to make myself disappear. They sat me in the principal's office, and did nothing until everyone was in their classrooms.
"Hecate," the principal said, sitting down. "I'm told that toi were the one who shot those students." I shook my head. "I'm sorry, Hecate, I'm just trying to look over anyone that might be suspicious." There was a knock on the door, and the secretary stuck her head in.
"Her adoptive parents are here," she said.
"Let them in," the principal said. All of a sudden, Mr. and Mrs. Stueck barged in, and Mrs. Stueck was not at all happy.
"This is not fair! What would make toi think that she did it?! If anything, she was the most hurt par it!" she shouted at the principal. He sat there patiently and unemotionally.
"M'am, like I told her earlier, the real shooters were not identified. I'm just interviewing anyone that may have done it."
"Well, it doesn't seem toi picked her out at random," she argued. The principal pursed his lips. "Why do toi think she did it?" He shifted uncomfortably, and his eyes flickered to the ground before returning to her. "Why do toi think Hecate shot those kids?" she asked again.
"I believe her family history is enough," he sighed.
"We're out of here," Mrs. Stueck said. She stood up, and grabbed my wrist just like the teacher had. She dragged me through the office, the secretaries looked at us alarmed.
"Honey, please calm down," Mr. Stueck a dit quietly behind her. She didn't slow down until we got to the car. She muttered foul words as she threw her seatbelt on. I guess I was going home. We drove back home. Amica and Amory were still at school.
"I'm sorry, Hecate, for the way I reacted," Mrs. Stueck sighed. "It's just... not fair how people treat you. None of its your fault." I pursed my lips, and began to raise my finger towards the stairs when she nodded. "Go ahead." I hurried up to my room, and turned on the laptop that they had gotten for me, for schoolwork.
I went to Google, and took a deep breath. Then I typed in what was on my mind.
"Alexandra and Martin Fayard."
Hundreds of results popped up instantly. I clicked on the first website, which offered all the newspaper articles that had been published in town. I scanned over the headlines.
"Family brutally slaughtered. Police have no leads."
"Man murdered in alley way. Police looking for clues."
"Seventeen people killed in a week. Still no leads."
"New serial killer on rise."
"Still looking for local serial killer..."
"Deaths out of town linked to serial killer."
"Suspects of multiple deaths being checked."
"Serial killers confirmed."
"Looking for the Fayards."
"Death toll spreads in chercher of killers."
"Fayards found. Now in custody after shocking 203 deaths."
"Serial killers escape from prison."
There were many plus articles were published while looking for my parents. I wanted to scream at the computer, they're in the apartment! It seemed as if the police were checking everywhere, except in the place they actually were. A tear rolled down my cheek as I looked over the last couple article headlines. Two hundred and three deaths. Two hundred and three lives taken. My parents actually murdered two hundred and three people...
One last article caught my attention.
"Serial killers become-- parents?!" It read. I clicked on it, opening up the entire article. I skimmed over it. "The serial killers, Alexandra and Martin Fayard, were found hiding in an apartment last week. They'd been hiding there for eight years. Most shocking of all, they had a child with them. The child was theirs. Their daughter is eight years old, and lived with them in the apartment her whole life. Ironically, they named their girl Hecate; which is a Greek goddess name. It is associated with tombs, demons, and the underworld. Her middle name is Alistrina, meaning "avenger." Their daughter was taken into custody shortly after they were found.
"Her parents were are not allowed to have any contact with their daughter. She had only various signs of physical harm; a couple bruises here and there, but they might be from bumping into things. Their apartment was almost pitch-black. She showed serious signs of emotional/mental abuse. She refused to speak, and appeared petrified in questioning. She was sent to the local orphanage." I frowned at the article. Then I noticed the auteur put in a side note, with his own personal feelings.
"Geez, I sure feel sorry for this kid. Hopefully she won't turn out like her parents, but who knows? The pomme doesn't fall far from the tree." I slammed the laptop shut. The tears brought a stinging pain to my eyes. I couldn't read anymore. The thought of what my parents did made me sick, but what that auteur a dit made me even sicker. I set the laptop on the floor, and pulled my comforter over my eyes.
"How toi doing?" Chasity asked. I shrugged.
"Did toi hear?" Axel said, his eyes wide with interest.
"Hear what," Liberty said.
"The kids they took in weren't the real shooters. They had their alibis. And no one ever really saw the shooters; they were disguised ou something. So that means---"
"The real shooters are still here," corbeau, corneille finished. Everyone shifted uncomfortably.
"Well why don't they just do a gun search?" Raven asked.
"The shooting happened last week," corbeau, corneille sighed. "And plus, they found the pistolets used. No fingerprints. They were wearing gloves, I guess."
"Gotta l’amour high school..." Raven muttered. All of a sudden, there were loud shouts, and people looking at us. All of us looked around, bewildered. I fiddled with my sleeves uncomfortably.
"She did it!" someone shouted. "She's just like her parents! She shot those kids!" Others shouted agreement. Then a teacher rushed out, and grabbed my wrist. I jumped back in shock, but he had a tight grip on me.
"Come with me, Miss Fayard," he mumbled in my ear. I swallowed. Then Axel stood right suivant to the teacher.
"What are toi doing?" he asked, shocked. "You can't do this. It wasn't her! She was right with us!"
"You can't prove that," the teacher grumbled. "Young man, déplacer out of my way."
"We were all there!" corbeau, corneille shouted at him. The teacher ignored him.
"Don't say anything, Hecate! toi have the right to remain silent!" Raven shouted after me. corbeau, corneille mumbled something, and she elbowed him. The teacher dragged me through the crowd, people shouting accusations at me. I ducked my head, trying to make myself disappear. They sat me in the principal's office, and did nothing until everyone was in their classrooms.
"Hecate," the principal said, sitting down. "I'm told that toi were the one who shot those students." I shook my head. "I'm sorry, Hecate, I'm just trying to look over anyone that might be suspicious." There was a knock on the door, and the secretary stuck her head in.
"Her adoptive parents are here," she said.
"Let them in," the principal said. All of a sudden, Mr. and Mrs. Stueck barged in, and Mrs. Stueck was not at all happy.
"This is not fair! What would make toi think that she did it?! If anything, she was the most hurt par it!" she shouted at the principal. He sat there patiently and unemotionally.
"M'am, like I told her earlier, the real shooters were not identified. I'm just interviewing anyone that may have done it."
"Well, it doesn't seem toi picked her out at random," she argued. The principal pursed his lips. "Why do toi think she did it?" He shifted uncomfortably, and his eyes flickered to the ground before returning to her. "Why do toi think Hecate shot those kids?" she asked again.
"I believe her family history is enough," he sighed.
"We're out of here," Mrs. Stueck said. She stood up, and grabbed my wrist just like the teacher had. She dragged me through the office, the secretaries looked at us alarmed.
"Honey, please calm down," Mr. Stueck a dit quietly behind her. She didn't slow down until we got to the car. She muttered foul words as she threw her seatbelt on. I guess I was going home. We drove back home. Amica and Amory were still at school.
"I'm sorry, Hecate, for the way I reacted," Mrs. Stueck sighed. "It's just... not fair how people treat you. None of its your fault." I pursed my lips, and began to raise my finger towards the stairs when she nodded. "Go ahead." I hurried up to my room, and turned on the laptop that they had gotten for me, for schoolwork.
I went to Google, and took a deep breath. Then I typed in what was on my mind.
"Alexandra and Martin Fayard."
Hundreds of results popped up instantly. I clicked on the first website, which offered all the newspaper articles that had been published in town. I scanned over the headlines.
"Family brutally slaughtered. Police have no leads."
"Man murdered in alley way. Police looking for clues."
"Seventeen people killed in a week. Still no leads."
"New serial killer on rise."
"Still looking for local serial killer..."
"Deaths out of town linked to serial killer."
"Suspects of multiple deaths being checked."
"Serial killers confirmed."
"Looking for the Fayards."
"Death toll spreads in chercher of killers."
"Fayards found. Now in custody after shocking 203 deaths."
"Serial killers escape from prison."
There were many plus articles were published while looking for my parents. I wanted to scream at the computer, they're in the apartment! It seemed as if the police were checking everywhere, except in the place they actually were. A tear rolled down my cheek as I looked over the last couple article headlines. Two hundred and three deaths. Two hundred and three lives taken. My parents actually murdered two hundred and three people...
One last article caught my attention.
"Serial killers become-- parents?!" It read. I clicked on it, opening up the entire article. I skimmed over it. "The serial killers, Alexandra and Martin Fayard, were found hiding in an apartment last week. They'd been hiding there for eight years. Most shocking of all, they had a child with them. The child was theirs. Their daughter is eight years old, and lived with them in the apartment her whole life. Ironically, they named their girl Hecate; which is a Greek goddess name. It is associated with tombs, demons, and the underworld. Her middle name is Alistrina, meaning "avenger." Their daughter was taken into custody shortly after they were found.
"Her parents were are not allowed to have any contact with their daughter. She had only various signs of physical harm; a couple bruises here and there, but they might be from bumping into things. Their apartment was almost pitch-black. She showed serious signs of emotional/mental abuse. She refused to speak, and appeared petrified in questioning. She was sent to the local orphanage." I frowned at the article. Then I noticed the auteur put in a side note, with his own personal feelings.
"Geez, I sure feel sorry for this kid. Hopefully she won't turn out like her parents, but who knows? The pomme doesn't fall far from the tree." I slammed the laptop shut. The tears brought a stinging pain to my eyes. I couldn't read anymore. The thought of what my parents did made me sick, but what that auteur a dit made me even sicker. I set the laptop on the floor, and pulled my comforter over my eyes.
I NEED inspiration for this book. I cant say why, because it will ruin the last book but the school has been rebuilt,and theres a new gardening class, and Haru-Kun, Kariko-Kun, and Shimura-Chan are falling into love, could Kariko finaly fall for Haru, ou could it be Haikuga-Kun? Haru could have his cœur, coeur torn into pieces, ou turned into gold. And Shimura, being the only lesbian in the school could have problems with l’amour too. Karuga-Chan (a new character introduced as a Japenese girl found lying on the plage after a violent storm) changes all of that. Life when thrive this an in Dojenskei Koukou (Dojenskei High School). All these questions and plus will be answered in the garden of Hinjou, the Garden Classroom. Be waiting, Both the first chapter of the first and seconde book are being worked on. (PLEASE give me good names for the third and fourht book, and the main name for the seconde series, such as Burning Passion Book One: The Flame. (oo, I might use that) Byes!)
The Man With No Eyes Collection (6): Dream
A crystallized life, on the bright TV screen,
But I’ve finally broken away from the dream,
And into the warm embrace of your esteem.
The stage that I left disappears from my mind,
Like suddenly being engulfed par sunshine,
I am truly alive, for the very first time,
All at once, let me sing, let me cry!
‘Til it bursts,
From my lungs, like a child,
Let me smile ‘til it hurts!
Let the blue of the morning
Strike my tearful eyes,
I still don’t know how,
I still don’t know why,
(I still fear this life may yet be a lie,)
But even if this world is the true dream, I want to play out this beautiful scene.
Here it is, the last in the Man With No Eyes Collection! I wanted to complete this on a pleasant note, give the guy some mercy.
A crystallized life, on the bright TV screen,
But I’ve finally broken away from the dream,
And into the warm embrace of your esteem.
The stage that I left disappears from my mind,
Like suddenly being engulfed par sunshine,
I am truly alive, for the very first time,
All at once, let me sing, let me cry!
‘Til it bursts,
From my lungs, like a child,
Let me smile ‘til it hurts!
Let the blue of the morning
Strike my tearful eyes,
I still don’t know how,
I still don’t know why,
(I still fear this life may yet be a lie,)
But even if this world is the true dream, I want to play out this beautiful scene.
Here it is, the last in the Man With No Eyes Collection! I wanted to complete this on a pleasant note, give the guy some mercy.
I just started going on the path where my life had no light. I missed everyone from our school who graduated, and I really had many amazing Friends there. Friends who gave me memories that lasted forever...friends who helped me out when things got bad...friends who were always there for me. I know, however, that they will always continue to be in my heart, even as they went away from me. If they never come back, they will still have left hand prints on my cœur, coeur that will never be washed away. Life without the light makes me feel so lonely...like a vagabond on the streets with no home...like an eagle with no prey...like me with no one to cry with. However sad this situation I find myself in...I still know that life will go on...and I must continue to strive to be the best I can be. Even without the warmth of my Friends close by, I know that they will always be par my side even if they are not with me. All my Friends are the light in my life.
The noise,
buzzing and buzzing in my ears.
It's just not right,
toi think toi are so bright,
saying toi buzz because toi care.
But it's so unfair.
I don't need your concern,
the best way toi can montrer toi care,
is to leave me alone.
Why can't toi understand?
Have toi tried to understand?
Do I really expect toi to understand?
This is not a teenage problem,
the excuse toi uses so often,
This is about my freedom.
toi think I don't know anything,
toi think I am naive and innocent.
But things are so different.
toi think because toi are older,
toi know plus than we do,
That’s not true.
The world has changed,
We are not the fairy tales that sing,
we are the ones who could take our lives in a blink.
No, toi are lying to yourself,
blocking the truth that would make toi knelt
buzzing and buzzing in my ears.
It's just not right,
toi think toi are so bright,
saying toi buzz because toi care.
But it's so unfair.
I don't need your concern,
the best way toi can montrer toi care,
is to leave me alone.
Why can't toi understand?
Have toi tried to understand?
Do I really expect toi to understand?
This is not a teenage problem,
the excuse toi uses so often,
This is about my freedom.
toi think I don't know anything,
toi think I am naive and innocent.
But things are so different.
toi think because toi are older,
toi know plus than we do,
That’s not true.
The world has changed,
We are not the fairy tales that sing,
we are the ones who could take our lives in a blink.
No, toi are lying to yourself,
blocking the truth that would make toi knelt
I look out
Into the crowd
Looking for you
Hoping to see you
I search
And search
But can’t find
Your face
In all the crowd
The one person
I wanted to see
I couldn’t see
I was left
With my disappointment
As I begin to think
Of all the times
You’ve broken your word
But then
I should have known
toi never stayed
Unless toi profited
toi never were
A real dad
Never has been
Never will
I look out
In the crowd
Hoping against hope
That toi will be there
But I shouldn't even bother
I'm a nobody
Someone toi never loved
Someone toi don't even know
Maybe someday
I'll learn
That all I get from you
Is broken promises
Half truths
And utter disappointments
So now I say good bye to it all
The hurt and anger
My disappointment
And you
Into the crowd
Looking for you
Hoping to see you
I search
And search
But can’t find
Your face
In all the crowd
The one person
I wanted to see
I couldn’t see
I was left
With my disappointment
As I begin to think
Of all the times
You’ve broken your word
But then
I should have known
toi never stayed
Unless toi profited
toi never were
A real dad
Never has been
Never will
I look out
In the crowd
Hoping against hope
That toi will be there
But I shouldn't even bother
I'm a nobody
Someone toi never loved
Someone toi don't even know
Maybe someday
I'll learn
That all I get from you
Is broken promises
Half truths
And utter disappointments
So now I say good bye to it all
The hurt and anger
My disappointment
And you
"You'll never get the secret from me!" The monsters' eyes gleamed. They wanted me to yell. It was a sign of my weakening resolve. I lowered my voice. "The secret is worthless to toi unless toi know where they are. Without them, you'll be trapped." None of us in the small chamber knew who was bluffing and who wasn't.
"We will get the secrets. Do not worry about that. Your 'friends' helped us plus than they could realize," a large black…thing said. Its eyes gleamed yellow. Not yellow like the sun, but yellow like the foulest thing ever seen. Another spoke up.
"What is in this case? toi act like it contains something of value. Is the secret in there?"
"That's for me to know, and toi to spend the rest of your lives guessing. The secret is going back where it belongs. Tonight. Once it's there, it will be forever beyond your reach."
And that is where I stop. If I get at least ten favorable comments, I'll write more. And be honest.
"We will get the secrets. Do not worry about that. Your 'friends' helped us plus than they could realize," a large black…thing said. Its eyes gleamed yellow. Not yellow like the sun, but yellow like the foulest thing ever seen. Another spoke up.
"What is in this case? toi act like it contains something of value. Is the secret in there?"
"That's for me to know, and toi to spend the rest of your lives guessing. The secret is going back where it belongs. Tonight. Once it's there, it will be forever beyond your reach."
And that is where I stop. If I get at least ten favorable comments, I'll write more. And be honest.
Dear diary
Today was my first rendez-vous amoureux, date with Oisin. It is kind-of wierd going out with your best friend. So, we went to brun foncé, dun Drum shopping centre. Then we went to see a movie, and then headed over to hes place. Then Olivia called and asked to go round to talk about girl stuff. I gave Oisin a little Kiss good-bye. Olivia was worrying that Sean might be cheating on her. I didn't know what to say.
Lucy xx
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Today was my first rendez-vous amoureux, date with Oisin. It is kind-of wierd going out with your best friend. So, we went to brun foncé, dun Drum shopping centre. Then we went to see a movie, and then headed over to hes place. Then Olivia called and asked to go round to talk about girl stuff. I gave Oisin a little Kiss good-bye. Olivia was worrying that Sean might be cheating on her. I didn't know what to say.
Lucy xx
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