3by: Mikaela Hernandez
Her parents or friends didn't understand her. Hell, she didn't even understand herself. She was twenty-two years old but looked seventeen. Giselle Garcia was different from all the Latin women down in Miami, Florida. She was Puerto Rican and she stood at 5'6. She had brown hair with blonde highlights through it that flowed down her back. She had dark green, emerald eyes, which stood out. She had an athletic figure and also has a scar of a lion on her shoulder blade, which she did not know how she got in the first place. Giselle was wearing a pair of black, cotton jean shorts, a marble red tank top that said 'Hell Is My Special Place' in rhinestones, and a pair of black and silver Sketchers.
Most guys just wanted her for a piece of ass but when they noticed something was different about her, she either dumped them or they dumped her. When she made new friends, she would just drop them because she knew that they would take her for granted or take her boyfriend. It really made her mad. She just didn't understand people. She knew she was different than her parents. She was like her best friend, Jasmine Santiago. Jasmine was Cuban and stood at 5'9. She had brown and black, wavy hair to her shoulders. She had dark blue eyes that would make any guy stop in his tracks. She had an athletic figure and also has a scar of a lion on her shoulder blade. She also didn't know what it meant.
Giselle sighed as she walked around, just looking into the night sky. She smiled once she saw Jasmine. Jasmine wore a red tank top that had a low V neck that read "Angel? Ha! I think not" with a pair of black shorts and black flip-flop sandals.
"Hey girl, you look good," Jasmine smiled, noticing Giselle's outfit.
"You look good as well," Giselle said as they walked down the road, "So, what are you doing out here?"
"I just thought it'd be good to get out. Is that bad?" Jasmine asked with a smile.
"No, it's not bad. I'm just thinking about everything with my life."
Jasmine nodded her head at Giselle. She knew what she was thinking about. She just wished that Giselle would find someone. Suddenly, her cell phone rang and she picked it up.
"Hello? Uh huh... ok, I will be there."
As she pressed the end button on her cell phone, she turned to Giselle.
"Sweetie, I got to get going," she said softly as she looked at her.
"All right, Jas. I think I need time to myself anyway," she said in the same soft tone as her friend's.
Jasmine nodded her head as she kissed her cheek and walked away. Giselle walked into the cemetery once Jasmine was gone. For some reason, she felt a connection right here. She felt warmth in her body at this moment.
"Nice night, isn't it?"
Giselle turned around and saw a man that stood at 5'10. He had piercing, blue eyes and he had brown, curly hair that came to the nape of his neck. He was wearing a pair of dark, blue jeans, a black wife-beater, a red button down shirt that was open, and a pair of black Timberlands.
"Who are you?" Giselle asked as she turned to him.
"Oh, sorry, I'm Joshua Chasez," he said with a smile.
"I'm Giselle Garcia," she said turning around from him.
He just smiled as he scanned her up and down. He had to admit she looked pretty damn good. He walked next to her and smiled as she just looked around. He had been here everyday since he was a vampire and that was over hundred years ago.
"It's nice out here," Josh said as he looked at her once again.
"Yeah, it sure is," she said running a hand through her dark, brown hair.
"So, tell me what's wrong, Giselle," he said as he continued to look straight ahead.
"Excuse me?" she asked as she looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"Are you telling me you are fine?"
"Of course, why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, you seem perplexed about something. Why else would a beautiful girl such as yourself be walking around alone on a night like this and doing nothing more but thinking?"
"Oh so I can't have the liberty of walking alone at night when I want some fresh air?"
Josh looked around at where they were and smiled, "At a cemetery? Something has got to be on your mind. You might as well tell me. I'm the only one you have around here who is willing to listen."
Giselle let out a sigh and said, "You don't give up too easily huh?"
"Nope. I'm afraid not."
"Fine, I'll tell you..."
"Thank you," he said with a smile.
"I am just thinking about my life on why boys dump me and that I hardly have any friends," she said as she looked straight ahead, holding in her tears.
"Why don't you have many friends?" he asked as he stepped in front of her.
"Well, people are scared of me because of what I am. I'm not harmful. Well, I don't think I am," she said with a sigh.
"What do you mean?" he asked softly.
"It's stupid really. It wasn't my choice. My parents were vampires and I am a vampire..." she said as she looked up into the sky. She didn't want to look at him because if she did, she wouldn't know what to say.
As Giselle turned her head, she saw he was gone and he was no where to be found. She couldn't believe it. He seemed so nice but now he was gone and her heart was crushed. She straightened herself up as she headed home back to her boring life.