Howl at me by Cama Seeney (100 best novels of all time .txt) 📖

small task,

I must ask of you Max. I have set the 

class poems to write. Nothing hard

just based upon a special etc.  

Dearest Apologies for the late request 

Please hand in your best efforts 3rd period.

M. price

 

 

 

I read a poem that was laid in front of me, the page her note had come from actually, 

 

In a world that laughter becomest so rare,

one must laugh.

Else we become an oddity.

If oneself cannot laugh,

Then what do we truly have?

A world with filled only pain,

no smile or innocent giggle.

A world with no reason,

a word with only one meaning,

is hardly any fun at all.

 

 

I smiled down upon the strange little poem. slowly, line after gradual line ( and many a scribble I had my own.)

 

 

A smile as sweet as a child's;

never should it be left ignored.

A tear, full of pain or laughter

Can it tell a story? Must you bother,

take effort and listen? As the sweet sound,

of silent rambling echo in a days pass.

Is it just me, Do I read too much?

Or truth be told not merely enough.

Do you truly know a person, or them you?

Charades played thus engorged. 

A path from one road to another.

Take one not the other.

Love long or love lost, which will be mine?

Chose wrong or chose right,

I will always stand;

thus I may still belong.

 

I looked down at the hastily scribbled poem, its lines still unclear but I really thought I may be able to make something out of it. I grinned mischievously down at my work only to see the page snatched from my benith my smiling form. Okay so as I saw big ogar man, beautiful swift... Ah shut up you prune. So he was deferentially the pretty one, I was being petty cause its just a couple words I'd wrote and I was most certainly  a prune for pouting... He grinned ruefully raising one eye brow, a dare. It wasn't my fault I just couldn't say no to a challenge. Something about his cocky well everything! As if he was owed more right to the very air I was silently gulping. Silently I raged, quickly I thought of immediate revenge.

 

 

 

Magical times call for magical measures

 

Chapter 3

 

 'Quales' I whispered, the Latin word for 'come' instantly flew to mind. When that failed a tried another word with more than one meaning. 'fugioflee' it meant to  run away, flee from, fly, shun or escape right back into my hands. I opened my hand and the piece of paper softly floated from his grasp, landing lightly on my table once again. His grin lost all cockiness and a new found confusion took its place. As quietly as I could I giggled and blushed as his harsh stare.

 

Tara had already started talking to students, she was quite small maybe 5.3 / 4 that's with the heals i was only 5.2 so I couldn't talk. Her face was sculptured awkwardly a too small nose supported by a large mouth and bug like eyes. Her hair was bleach blond  (even I could smell the bleach and my sense of smell isn't all too great). She seemed generally nice but she just was a little annoying. She rattled uselessly about UCAS points or some other bullpoopie I'd finally felt like my energy would explode. I gazed out side and focused on a tiny rapper floating across the dying grass. 'Versoturn'  (turn violently, turn often, twist, twirl, whirl, spin) I watched as the helpless rapper succumbed to my will and danced across the grass against the wind I grinned  defying the rules was  paticular love of mine. 

 

So if it wasn't obvious before I can do magic... bit of a shocker, well here comes the second I have one brown eye and one blue. It was some birth defect but I had to keep my dark hair long covering my face. It wasn't like I could do really creepy stuff like raise the dead, no offence if there are any necromancers or necromongers (depending on how you say the word ). Magic is close to that you use to raising the dead simply because it comes from the same Latin language... the language of the dead ( Duhh, duh, duhhh..) But really its nothing like it, though there are spells to raise dead or speak to ghosts its just bothersome - we tend to leave it to the ghost people.

 

As I stared out the window I noticed that Hunter was looking at me weirdly his eyes following mine and then darting back to the rubbish I was disturbing I closed my eyes for three seconds counting down and then heaving the small amount of magic back. I watched Hunter again from the corner of my eye, he lazily stretched his muscles flexing and and tensing as he did so. I sighed happily and then quickly returned my gaze outside as I heard his light mischievous chuckle.

 

The sound literary vibrated over to me, distorted, elongated and just plainly bent out of shape. Everything seemed to hit me at full speed. It wasn't even first class yet and I already felt exhaustion grab its mighty hold and begin a good old fashion tug of war. I yawned a jaw-splitting yawn, reminding me of how much I hadn't slept recently. I glanced down at my timetable. I had forty five minuets until English began, that is any second when the bell will...... RINGGGGG!!! I stood up quickly literally running at full speed I threw everything ( including my back pack) in to my locker and sprinted from the school, the least I could do was get rid of some of this unquenchable energy. I was exhausted and the forest allowed me to gather my strength but also allowed me to let off the annoying pent up buzz. My class scedual was set up exactally time for a nap.

 

It was like a merry go round, except instead of houses you were surrounded by a song. A single, unyielding and monumental pent up energy and it must burst free. Sounds and parts of conversation swirled in a reckless order around my head. Eventually I slowed my feet as I came into a clearing, I found an old fallen tree and used it to perch upon. I set an alarm for half an hour and curled in a tight ball led her on this broken tree with the suns warming rays I quickly fell into a deep slumber... 

 

 

 

 

The girl, the energy and thunder

 Chapter 5 

 

Hunter 

 

 

First day back, time for some revenge. This year is mine! And anything I want with it. I grinned as I walked down the same corridors as I did last year. And the year before. Even the one before that. Same old, same old... wait I heard a couple geeks talking 'Yeah she was beautiful man! told you id loose my virginity faster than you!' His heart began to beat faster, much faster. I chuckled and shook my head at the pathetic lie. see same old...

 

All of a sudden I heard an angry girl say 'New girl has a name and is standing right here' energy and annoyance seemed to role off of her. I turned slowly to see Ann say something before skipping off she was left with that little shit mason. If he gave her a bad time I'd punch him... wait what was I talking about she's human and not at all known to me ! I watched in a state of confused wonder. Then she was gone, walking away. Hair a mix of blond, red and brown leaving behind her sweet smell of lavender. I didn't even know this chick! What the hell man..

 

I shook my head where did that come from? I walked in the direction stopping every now and then talking to people I called friends but in reality I didn't know them. They didn't know me or what I was or they'd freak,  it made me laugh, if they saw the real me theyd scream. I turned away from the people and saw her there, eyes closed body poised. I could hear the sound her music playing so loud it was almost like it was playing in my ears, her very body seemed to live only because of the music that kept her sourounded.

 

Her jeans fit just right, showing off the curves her slender body had to offer. I didn't even want to look at her  chest for fear of drooling and even i had to admit that was what a reject would do. Her white shirt seemed to bring out every single thing lovely feature about her, but it was obvious her looks were oblivious to her. Even in the way she stood seemed to radiate unknown power but she slumped her hair teasingly covering her love heart face, button nose and rounded chin. Tiny ears held her hair as she tucked hair behind them with a tiny hand. She had got to be under 5.5 and no more than 9 stone.  

 

Then in seconds I found myself in front of her and her eyes open, my evaluating gaze suddenly turning into a blank face. 'May I help...' Did she stop because she wanted to? Could she feel the animal in me breaking to the surface? Was that all she was going to say? I had known her to seconds and I was already double checking everything. Her head came just under my shoulder, slowly she looked up with eyes that seemed to shine bright and dull at the same time. I almost gasped when I saw them, One was so Blue bright brighter than any ocene or body of water. The other such a brown it gave off the appearance of red. 

 

'Oh God' Had she just said that!? Was I imagining ? Suck it up Hunter she's human. Say something sarcastic... funny? I thought and said the lamest thing that came to mind. 'Well I've been called God before, but that was just too easy. Its actually Hunter' AHH that was pretty darn lame, I only managed half smile before she replied. 'Nice line. Shame that it was real well rehearsed. I'm guessing you've said it twenty times tops. Oh sorry more like thirty.'

 

I laughed, I had to admit her sarcasm was kind of funny. Even when the joke was pointed at me. She rolled her eyes and then made a move to put her head phone back in. I must have made a face or something because she asked ' Anything I can do?' It was like honey her tone was so sweet. Yet for some reason her fake sweetness annoyed me. I  didn't reply because there wasn't actually anything she could do for