ICT is the most boring when your teacher is like a drone made just for boredom. I wouldn't mind ICT if this guy wasn't just so boring.
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A little something to get out of my mind.
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*Clink*
A soft sound in the surrounding darkness. The room was large and it was cold even though no air passed through it. The surrounding darkness just seemed to make it even darker and I knew something was in here. I could feel their prescence. A shiver went through my body and my lips trembled.
*Click*
The lights flickered on slowly. Row by row by row. My eyes widened.
The smell hit me like a wall, hard. The scent of fresh blood, how could I have missed it? I must be to used to smelling it so often now, but the lights flicking on was like a switch. My senses kicked in and I had to do everything to keep my rising bile from coming out. Every light that flickered on showed a new row of mangled limbs.
When all the lights were on I dry heaved. It was like a sea of red. Mangled limbs, not a single whole body in the lot. Urecognizable heads, arms, legs, eye balls, and some parts I didn't even know were part of the human body.
Blood covered everything like paint and swirled around my white shoes, tainting them.
I stared at the middle of the room. There he sat, knees hugged to his chest, head straight, eyes glassy.
I breathed the breath I'd been holding. The lights went out, enveloping me into darkness again. I shut my mouth and held the wall behind me.
Something, I could feel something infront of me. Him, it must be him, my brain thought, trying not to panic.
As fast as the lights went out they came back on and I saw him. Centimeters away from my face.
Narrowed blue eyes, peachy coloured skin, full red lips, fangs barely seen. Hari messy and un kept, but looking like a model's hair. Face sharper than before, Limbs longer than before, body leaner and more muscular than before. All together he was a sight to behold, power and beauty.
His eyes were locked onto mine and the expression in them made me gasp. His eyes were wide and curious. As I looked closer I realized his face was relaxed and his pose as well.
He lifted his hand steadily to my face barely touching the skin. The ghostly touch of his finger sent shivers through my body. His gaze inched over my face agonizingly slow. I let out a shaky breath at the touch as his finger brushed my chin.
Slowly he brought his fingers to the bottom of my chin and turned my face to the side as he curiously took in every detail. He turned it to the other side again and brought his thumb to my bottom lip. He rubbed it gently before moving close to touch his to mine.
It was soft and gentle and amazing.
His hands encircled my waist and his forehead pressed against mine as he let out a breath.
"Why?" he barely whispered.
"Why what?" I retorted shakily.
"Why the fuck do you taste so good?"
