Oh my giddy aunt Gertrude, that is not how you react to someone dying - even if you don't like them! Gad! She is amazingly calm for having just watched someone hack up his own lungs.
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I stared at Zoey uneasily - I thought she was nice. She was nicer than the other girls, and I was kind of stuck with her as she was my roommate, but Elliot had just died. I didn't like him either, but he had died.
It had an awful sort of finality to it, dead. You'd hear all these stories about vampyres; beautiful, strong, powerful, immortal, and then you get here and find out that its just as bad, that you've just been diagnosed with a virus, with a cancer that will either take your life or make you someone who doesn't care about it.
I can see it in Zoey's eyes, she doesn't care about Elliot, not even that he's dead really, because he was annoying. The others are surprised, shocked - she's acting like an adult. They don't care. To them its just the birds and the bees - and of course the posoinous sting that could kill you.
I don't really want to be an adult, not if you can shrug it off like that.
I knew Elliot, I went to class with him, and I poked fun at him behind his back, and sometimes I talked to him, and we all watched him in class and now he's gone and she doesn't care. She watched him die and she doesn't care.
If this is what vampyre maturity is, I almost wish for death. It stings me how she's acting, after something like that. It's not right.
I love this. I have to stay, when I was in highschool, one of my classmates died too and even though we didn't like him very much, even I, someone who is supposed to be a good person, poked fun at him a few times, but it was sad, it really was. We never really talked about it after it happened, I certainly still think of him sometimes, I think the others do as well, but we just don't like to mention it. (Though in this case, it was a little different, because we had suspicions he'd killed himself, even though it was deemed an "accident".)
And yeah, not only does Zoey never feel bad about him dying, but when he comes back wrong later, she repeatedly refers to him as a "creature" and a "thing", even though she never refers to the OTHER vampire-zombies as such.
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I stared at Zoey uneasily - I thought she was nice. She was nicer than the other girls, and I was kind of stuck with her as she was my roommate, but Elliot had just died. I didn't like him either, but he had died.
It had an awful sort of finality to it, dead. You'd hear all these stories about vampyres; beautiful, strong, powerful, immortal, and then you get here and find out that its just as bad, that you've just been diagnosed with a virus, with a cancer that will either take your life or make you someone who doesn't care about it.
I can see it in Zoey's eyes, she doesn't care about Elliot, not even that he's dead really, because he was annoying. The others are surprised, shocked - she's acting like an adult. They don't care. To them its just the birds and the bees - and of course the posoinous sting that could kill you.
I don't really want to be an adult, not if you can shrug it off like that.
I knew Elliot, I went to class with him, and I poked fun at him behind his back, and sometimes I talked to him, and we all watched him in class and now he's gone and she doesn't care. She watched him die and she doesn't care.
If this is what vampyre maturity is, I almost wish for death. It stings me how she's acting, after something like that. It's not right.
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And yeah, not only does Zoey never feel bad about him dying, but when he comes back wrong later, she repeatedly refers to him as a "creature" and a "thing", even though she never refers to the OTHER vampire-zombies as such.
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Yeah, she is pretty awful.
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