AUTHOR NOTE:
Summary: Tara is a shy girl that lives with her abusive uncle, and she never shows her true self to anyone, not even the people she calls friends. She’s the type of kid you bump into and never notice, the kind that goes completely ignored in a large high school. And she likes it that way. But the new kid in school is determined to find out what has caused her to be this shy, and Tara has to make a decision: to trust, or not to trust?

Ok, so I started getting the idea for this story a couple of months ago, and the story just started formulating in my mind. I usually try to finish my stories before I post on FictionPress/Deviant Art, but this one is actually going to be written in chronological format (all my other ones aren’t) so I suppose it’s ok. Plus, the characters wouldn’t shut up! They just kept yapping at me once I had thought them up to ‘hurry up and write a chapter!’ so I finally managed to sit down and write for a half hour.
There’s a lot of description in this chapter, but after a few chapters the story will pick up, so just hang in tight!
Anyways, enjoy, and PLZ REVIEW especially if you have any questions and/or constructive criticism!

Bloodfeeder (otherwise known as Lee)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the internet (who does?) and/or Fictionpress

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“Bye,” I called quietly to my friends, who were walking down the sidewalk after dropping me off at my house. I’m not sure if they heard me. Their giggles and laughter echoed off the surrounding buildings as they walked away without a second glance.
I sighed as I turned around to unlock the door. Stepping inside, I peered cautiously in the murky darkness, looking for any signs of movement in the deep shadows, listening for any indication that another person was crouched there.
The house was silent.
I breathed a small sigh of relief, taking off my shoes and placing them neatly beside the door. Then I quickly slipped up the stairs, avoiding the squeaky stairs with ease. It had taken me only a few months after I’d gotten here to figure them out.
On my way, I paused at my uncle’s door, listening to see if he was sleeping. There were no heavy snores penetrating the silence, so I assumed he was out buying more alcohol. As I made my way to the attic, my room, I left the lights off so my uncle would have no indication that I was home.
I’m 15, have long hair that’s a mix between blonde and brunette, steel gray eyes that people call ‘unnerving’, and I have lived with my abusive uncle since I was 12, ever since my parents died in a car crash. From the happy, bouncy little girl I was before I came here, to the shy, frightened girl I was now. I reflected bitterly how drastically my life had changed when I came here. People at school used to always trying to lend their sympathy, extending a helping hand, but I pushed them all away when I came here. I hung out only with one group of girls solely for the sake of appearances. We had nothing in common and I found them extremely annoying.
Letting my bag fall down to the floor in my room, which was actually the attic, I surveyed my room. The computer on my desk had a high-speed connection and I immediately sat down and booted it up. Across the room were my bed and a bookcase, which was overflowing with books. There was a small dresser in one corner of the room, and the rest was bare.
My computer was the only connection to the world I allowed myself. The phone was off limits, as it was downstairs and that part of the house belonged to my uncle. My email and forums were where I communicated with other people. The Internet was the only place I allowed myself to just be.
As I loaded up my favorite site, FictionPress, I opened another tab for my email. Checking and seeing I had almost thirty emails, I opened the most important ones first, from my penpals all over the world. I didn’t have any of my schoolmates’ emails because I didn’t have any real friends, but that was fine with me.
For the next two hours, I immersed myself within the Internet. I went to my favorite sites, did research, and other necessities.
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When the slam of a door downstairs rang out like a shot, I sat up in alarm. Gabriel, my uncle, was home. Hopefully, he wouldn’t notice that I was home.
There were several bangs and thuds as my uncle stumbled around in the dark trying to get his shoes off. He must be drunk already… I thought, quietly getting up and changing into my pajamas so I could get into bed without my uncle hearing anything. Shutting down my computer took only a moment, and then I turned off the only light in the room, and went to bed.