A/N: A story I wrote a few years ago in eighth grade. Didn't even edit it. R&r please. Tell me what you think

A/N 1.5: editing it. nothing too major but i cut down on the run-ons and a few other things. thanks Xenochron . (nothing story changing so dont worry)

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In the school yard Laura was talking to Mya while watching an eerie girl named Brooke. Brooke had black hair, colossal black eyes, which stood out on her pale skin. She had no friends and was always alone with this large black book without a tittle. Laura always felt a connection with Brooke so that year she decided to invite Brooke to her Halloween party.
"So like this year in the like yearbook your like going to be voted most popular; I mean like your so pretty with your natural strawberry blond hair and like light green eyes so- oh my God, I just noticed that Brooke like why is she always in those clothes, all black like soo cliche," said Mya.
"I'm inviting her to the party," Laura blurted out.
"No way that will so bring down your rating."
Mya was your average preppy girl. Blond, blue eyed, petite and life dependent on make-up and cosmo girl. She did have a good point though. Brooke was always in a medieval looking black shirt with a black skirt and and black boots with red leather crosses on the back. The only thing that wasn't black was her silver pendant. It had a light silvery blue, swirling almost liquid substance inside. The opposite of Brooke was Laura, her delicately wavy strawberry blond hair complemented her electric green eyes, and light pink lips. Despite the differences, Laura and Brooke had a special connection. Laura always understood Brooke even if no one else did, Brooke was like an omnipresent feeling inside Laura.
So later that day Laura gave Brooke an invitation. "I like so can't believe you just did that," Mya exclaimed. Laura was indifferent to the opinion. It was her party, her choice. As Brooke tore open the invitation Laura felt bewildered happiness coming from the internal presence. Later though, when she was home, she felt passionate anger and then impenetrable determination.

The party began later that night. "I hope she doesn't come," was Mya's annoyed comment to Laura as she walked in wearing a nurse's costume. The party dragged on and Brooke was nowhere to be found. Suddenly Laura felt a painful shock and then a hollowness. She ran upstairs and Mya followed her.
"Oh my God, are you ok?" rattled the blond nurse to Laura, who was dressed as a nymph.
"I d-don't know..." was Laura's faint response. "What time is it?"
"11:11, don't worry about holding out until twelve. I'll tell everyone your sick and get them to go home."
"No, don't, I'll survive" Laura sputtered. "Just give me fifteen minutes." Laura took a few breaths and collected herself. She arrived downstairs ten minutes later, in time to hear the doorbell ring. Laura opened the door and there stood Brooke. The sight was breathtaking. The room went silent, all that could be heard was the dull thrum of the stereo as everyone stared at Brooke. Brooke was as white as a sheet, black hair flowing in wild curls behind her, dark eyes glimmering with some unknown passion. Her pale, almost see-through, white dress clung to her thin, yet supple frame. It was torn and appeared to be collecting fake blood flowing from her stomach. There were feathery wings attached to the dress, the too were mangled, broken and bloody. The sight was spectacular, no one would ever forget how Brooke looked that night. There was a silence so absolute it was overpowering. It was broken only when Laura murmured "Whoa, awesome costume. Come in." Brooke obliged and smiled. Always the gracious host, Laura led Brooke in to the kitchen, offering her hot cocoa. A "no thanks" was murmured in return accompanied by a smile.
"I need to talk to you. Alone, if that's okay," said Brooke in an almost whisper.
"Uh, sure. I'll take you to my room," said Laura surprised.
They walked up the stairs, people still gawking at Brookes' costume. When they arrived in the dark upstairs room, the mysterious girl took off her pendant. There was an obvious crack in it, the substance within it gone. She handed it to Laura. "I want you to keep it, to remember me by," she said in no more than a whisper.
"Why? Are you going somewhere?" a confused Laura asked.
"I'm already gone," and with that, she left.

School the next day was a drag. Everything was too loud, too confusing, annoying, unfamiliar. Laura followed her natural routine of chatting and smiling but didn't feel it today. Something was wrong, off and not just that Brooke was missing. She expected that because of last night, but there was something more. More urgent, awful, mysterious, but she just couldn't wrap her head around what exactly. During first period there was an announcement. The old speaker crackled and a upset voice went on the loudspeaker. "Attention students. Last night at 11:11 Brooke Muertvya passed away in a car accident. Let us have a moment of silence in her memory." The room instantly hushed. Laura's eyes grew wide. 11:11. She took the pendant out of her pocket in to her hand. She wrapped her fingers around it, pressing the back in to her palm. She held so tight the back was imprinted in to her hand. When she finally released, she realized there was a word on the back.