Dark, Sarah LaMort [top 10 novels .TXT] 📗

Intro:
My name is Rose Mark. I'm a white,black haired, and red-eyed girl. I have never been a staight A student. School was just a way to pass the time. Also I think all teachers are high around me. Since my first day at school, I have had two types of teachers. The scaried ones who are silent around me. When I see these teachers in the halls, they run the other way. Then they give me whatever I want and let me do anything without getting in trouble in the classroom. Then they're the suspious ones who are always looking at me when they don't think I notice. Well,I do! It's like they're just waiting for me to get in trouble. Believe me, I'm no goodie two shoes ,but I'm not evil. I yell and talk back sometimes ,but every teenager does that at least once. Anyway I can fight on I'm getting ahead of myself. Here’s my story. It begins on a normal Friday by Monday normal will be no more.


Chapter 1: Friday
It’s only first period and the clock is already too damn slow. We’re in math class with a suspious teacher named Mr. Clark. Merwaista, who is the rich girl, is smiling at him with her brown eyes. He just happens to be grading our last quiz. “OH Mr. Clark! Are you almost done? I can't wait to see my grade. I bet it's great. You're so great at teaching us, “Merwaista says with a polite smile. “What are you talking about? You have never been worried about your grade. You're just going to get an A and teach is going to get a $100,"I say with an evil smile. This is so much fun. “Mark that's enough if you don't stop I'm going to send you to Headmasters' office," Mr. Clark says glaring at me. Being called by my last name makes me mad. Why do all my teachers do it to me? “Oh how I love spending quality time with Headmaster. She must love me so much to see me every day." That is the exact moment I notice everybody looking at the black opened door that leads outside the classroom. "Hi Headmaster”, I say waving my hand at her. She slaps her hand hard with her black ruler and says, “Rose can you go one day without causing fuzz?" Headmaster must not have been there that long or she would have known I was just telling the truth. "Can you go one day without hitting yourself with that ruler? One day you're going to get a bloody hand." That would be bad for her. "What trouble are you causing today?" I smile while everyone looks scared. “Oh no trouble, “I stand up in my chair, “just standing up for all of us where who are tired of Merwaista getting whatever she wants.” Everyone would be laughing at that, but they're too scared of the old Headmaster even Merwaista. Well I'm thinking of her, she is so unlucky that looks can't kill or I would be dead right now. “In my office now,” Headmaster screams as she leads me out. I can't help, but poke my head back in and say, “Well I thought it was a great speech." Now everybody laughs. Well it was the truth. I laugh as we both walk down to her office. I wonder about her I think as we walk down the blue hallway with red lockers. Headmaster is a skinny, old, white, blonde-haired woman. She is much nicer then the teachers and is the only one who calls me just Rose. That's all we know even her last name is a mystery. Let's get this over with I think as we enter her yellow office. Luckily I have never been kicked out of school. We just go into her office and talk. “Rose, are you mad?" Headmaster starts with the same question every time. “No, I'm just having fun." The same answer from me as normal. This is boring. “Just asking, I have noticed you don't have any friends and that worries me," she says sitting down in her yellow rolling chair. While I'm thinking, she has a lot of yellow in here. There is her yellow desk, yellow chairs, yellow floor, yellow shelf, and even yellow walls. The only thing that isn't yellow is the brown strange symbol books on the shelf. “Friends will help you through the bad and the good. You need them!” she says with dark eyes. Great it's the friend’s speech this time. I sigh, “Friends will get in the way of my practice." Headmaster looks at me with her dark green eyes. “About that, it's dangerous to fight. Swords shouldn't been your only friends in life." Why does it always get to that? “Don’t insult Bob, Sue, and Nick! They love me!” I say laughing as if I would ever name my swords. “Rose this is no laughing matter! Friends are an essential part of life! You need them!" It's so great she doesn't have kids. She might. "Rose stop daydreaming!” she says as her black ruler hits her desk. Poor desk, what it do? “So you want me to get friends, got it. Now I wouldn't want to miss Mr. Roberts’ science class." You may go." She points at the door. As I enter the hall, a man with a black robe on looks at me and says, “Control the darkness." What a freak! I like his robe through.


Chapter 2: Amy
I have no time for friends between home, school, practice, and fighting. I scan the halls anyway. A friend that's all I need or at least someone to look like my friend. Poplars would be out of the question. They're always around Merwaista. Think of her and she appears. "Can you hurry up? I don't want to be late," Merwaista says looking down at Amy, the black nerd of the school, picking her latest project off the hallway floor. She will do even if science and math puts me to sleep. What I do to stop people talking about my swords. “Hey since when do you care? You can just pay them to let you off the hook," I say right to Merwaistas' white face. “Oh look nerd has a bodyguard." Merwaista says moving her blue dress around as she leaves with the crowd laughing. I help Amy with her stuff. “What do you want? It's a proven fact that people like you always want something if they help others," Amy says standing up. What's her problem? "What do you mean people like me?" I thought people liked the ones who help them. "People who are reckless, fearless, never listens to anybody...” I have to cut her off. "I get it. I’m no goodie-two shoes, but I do listen to some people. Will you be my friend? Headmaster thinks I need one." Amy shies away. "I'm too busy for a friend." As she runs down the hall, I yell, “You’re too smart for friends! Their minds would explode!" This is going to be hard. I think as I enter Mr. Roberts' science class. Lucky for me, she is a scared one so this is going to be fun. Twenty minutes into class, Merwaista enters and dark looks me. God knows what she wants with Mr. Robert. Maybe a money deal didn't go as planned? "Mark you have a dismissal." Okay that is totally not what I was thinking. John never checks me out. As I enter the office with Merwaista, an old lady says to me," Rose, Merwaista can you wait? One is missing." This can't get any stranger. I'm here with an old lady I don't know and Merwaista about to be checked out. "One what, what's going on? Who are you? I'm not going anywhere with some old person!" She slaps me. That's not the weirdest thing. It actually hurt a lot. "That is no way to talk to your elders or anyone! Amy there you are." I turn and see Amy standing there in blue jeans and a white lab coat. "Let's go, “the old lady says as she starts to leave. I dislike people telling me what to do. Being mean to old people is not me yet something about this one makes my blood boil. "I ain’t going anywhere with you, old lady." She glares, “I’m Merwaista' grandma not old lady and ain’t is not correct speech." Merwaista hasn't even ever made me this mad. "Alright Merwaista' grandma English teacher much,” I say to her. Then she takes me by the ear and leads us outside and I thought the slap really hurt. "Rose Mark, Merwaista, and Amy I need to talk to all of you. Let's go to my house." We all go up to a red Mustang where she lets go of my ear. Then I notice Emily, the outcast, in the backseat of the car. She has no friends or group, unlike me, Emily is loved by her teachers. They think she has perfect behavior yet she's not a nerd. "Okay what's she doing her?" I say to grandma. This is not my day. “She is one of us, one of your group, “Merwaista' grandma answers. “One of my group! Grandma, like she would even be worthy enough to breathe near me let alone be part of my group." That was totally mean even for Merwaista. "I have practice today. I don't have time for this. Miss. Princess over here is not part of my group, “I say pointing at Merwaista. “What group, Miss. Outcast?" Merwaista says. Is killing still illegal? Got to look it up later. "We should be in school. In the handbook, it states that only your guardian is allowed to check you out," Amy says. She probably knows the whole handbook by heart. All of us start yelling at each other. Then all of a sudden something happened. Everybody get silent. When we tried to speak, nothing comes out. My throat isn't hurting. It can get stranger. "That, girls, is your first experience. Many more will follow. Now let's get into my car, “the grandma says smiling. When someone makes you quiet like that you can't help but follow. We all drive without a sound until we get to a mansion. "No way are they going to my house," Merwaista says. We approach the Gates of Hell.
Chapter 6: Angry
Okay it doesn't look like hell, heaven is more like it. It is huge with a working fountain, a lake, and roses everywhere. Every color of a rose with yellow, blue, purple, brown, white, and black roses all in different corners around it made it a fairytale castle. I bet it would even look like one in the night. I wish I could see it then. What a sight it would be! "Grandma, why did you bring us to your part of the house," Merwaista says. Part! This is only part! This is all hers'. How much does a grandma need? I heard they need a lot, but god I didn't think this much. "Godchild, why do you have to be so much like your mother?" she replies. Merwaista is bad enough I would hate to meet her mother. "Sorry to correct you," Amy starts as we climb the stairs and enter the house filled with darkness and hanging candles, “but the correct term is granddaughter." Who is she joking? Amy is never sorry to correct anybody. "No, my godchild is correct. Godchild means child of god and that most defiantly you girls," Merwaistas' grandma says. Oh great now I'm a godchild. We enter a black wall room with a big, brown, round table in the