Forever Changed

chapter 13



With my keys in hand, I went to where my car was parked in the garage. I always had to stop and admire my car before I could get in.



My father had bought me a dark blue 2010 GT Shelby Coup Mustang with white racing stripes from rear to bumper. I received it when I had turned sixteen.

Now can you see why I can’t just get in? I actually have to stop and stare. I would be the one to have someone chasing me, trying to do a number of different things to me and I would stop long enough to admire my gorgeous car. Then everyone would hear on the news about Elizabeth Marcus found murdered in the street. Yup that would be me because my car is so gorgeous. Even after having a year and ten months later, I still have to stop and stare.



I pressed the button on my keys to unlock the doors, I opened the door and crawled into the charcoal black leather seats, that also had racing stripes.



I loved my steering wheel because in the center the signature cobra was etched on it. My car has so many different things that I could do with it. It has an optional Sirius voice activated navigation systems, it also has a SYNC system as standard equipment.



It provides me with 911 assistance, vehicle health reports, and Bluetooth

capabilities. The best part, well besides the car itself, is that I have an Ambient Lighting System that gives me the options to customize my dash and interior lighting. Which by the way are red, plus the lights illuminate the door scuff plates. It was a newer update to the older mustangs that was for sure. Don’t get me wrong I love the old mustangs, but sometimes new is just better. It also had the shifter knob with a racing-stripes theme, they wrap around the knob from end-to-end. I loved my car.

I started up my car and looked through my review mirror before opening the garage. I was startled when my eyes connected to Landon’s. I was not scared I was just surprised to see him standing there.



While still looking into his dark black eyes, I flipped the switch to the garage door. I dropped the door switcher causing me to lose eye contact with him when I reached down to pick it up. When I looked through the review mirror again, he was gone with no signs that he was even there.



I even turned around to look through the black tinted windshield, but he was gone. Eerie, I thought to myself. I wonder if I am going to have another stalker. But I was also disappointed to see that he was gone.



I thought about Landon on the ten mile ride to school wondering why he would just stand there and not approach me. Yeah, he said he was a demon. I believed him especially after the hole in my floor disappeared when he did, but I was not scared of him.



In fact, I was drawn to him and I was not sure why. He was gorgeous even though he needed a bath big time, his hair trimmed up, and don’t get me started on his teeth. I would love to get a hold of him to do a makeover. That is if he would let me, but I had a feeling he would let me do anything I wanted to do to him.



I pulled into the parking lot at school luckily, a little early. Every morning when I get there early, most of the other kids are

standing outside around their cars. When I pulled in they all stop talking and stare at me as if I am not supposed to be there. They were jealous of my car, but from the everyday rumors, I am supposedly weird and for some reason everyone feared my family.

They were all waiting to know when my father was dead because of course they had heard the history of the fathers who have died at the hands of their wives.



It was funny, but I enjoyed not having to deal with drama, boyfriends, exes and gossip. It really was not my cup of tea so I kept to myself. I liked it that way.



Sometimes I wished I had a friend to talk to or someone to hang out with, but that was wishful thinking on my behalf.



I grabbed my book bag from the backseat and opened my door to get out. I watched, as the kids would avert their eyes when I looked their way and start talking

about me in whispers. I kept a straight face and kept walking toward the school.

I passed a blond girl on the way to the entrance and heard her say to her brown headed friend, “I feel sorry for her, I mean I never see her talking to anyone and her family history. Really?”



The brown headed girl said, “Shhhhh…she will hear you, stupid.”



“What do you think will happen? I will get her family curse?” coming from the blond headed girl. They both giggled and I walked into the building. I despised school because of the rumors and other bull shit that went on.



I headed down the hall and made my way to my locker. I worked the combination and opened the locker, dug my books out of my bag, and was fixing to shut it, when someone ran into me. They knocked my books out of my hands and they went flying as I fell to the floor. The hall became really quiet, no shouting, talking, or slamming of lockers everyone was still watching to see what happens. I looked up to see who had run into me, when my eyes focused on the captain of the football team, Lucas Sheath.

He stood there for a minute eyes wide waiting to see what I would do. I picked myself up off of the floor, squatted down, and began picking up my books and the papers that flew out of them.



He never offered a hand, or did he ever apologize; he just stood there watching me. This annoyed me, the most he could have done was apologized, but of course why would he. He is the most popular boy in school and the captain of the football team.



I stood up and headed down the quiet hall to class. Once I was about ten feet away from Lucas, the tension let up and the noise started back up.





I smiled while walking down the hallway. I smiled, but I was very angry. I imagined what the newspaper headline would read,

“LUCAS SHEATH, THE CAPTAIN OF THE FOOTBALL TEAM, MURDERED BY A LOCKER!!” I giggled.