All Chapters of RUSSIAN Supernatural Livestream: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

After a few weeks of getting to know Jasmine, I discovered that she too was really a talkative person.Just like Sam, but a bit less annoying.Make that a lot.Not that I'm complaining though, after all what other choice do I have? Who else would want to be friends with the bad luck girl?Although Jasmine's always asking why things always went wrong when I touched stuff, but I can't get myself to tell her with the fear of losing the only friend I have.We are currently gathering our books into our lockers after the last period on Friday."Daisy, there's something I want to tell you." Jasmine says out of the blue."Okay, go ahead." I say, shutting my locker."No, not here. The walls have ears you know." She closes her locker too."Uh, what could you possibly want to tell me that's so serious?" I chuckle.

 "Dustin, slow down!" I yell, holding on tight to him for dear life as we speed along Coral Avenue. I shut my eyes tight as the motorcycle seat vibrates gently beneath me and the warm, evening wind violently blows on my body, hitting my legs. I feel the hairs on my leg rise from fright. He is going too fast. "Where's the fun in that?" Dustin chuckles as we take a sharp left turn, the force accompanied by the turn almost pushing me over but I cling to Dustin, tightening my legs around the sides of the bike as we speed on. I cannot even hear a thing except for the violent stream of wind blowing against my whole body. I open my eyes and Dustin increases his speed as we reach a broad, open road. "Dustin, you're going to kill us!" I yell in fright as my heart hammers in my chest. "Nah, I won't," he answers coolly and I decide to just hold on to him and drop complaining. The lane we a

"He's close, Daisy. Think he's coming for you?" Zoe asks, snapping me from my thoughts.  "I don't know, actually. He could be coming for you though," I say and she shakes her head. "Nah, he won't ever. It's definitely you." "Let's keep going. Might not be any one of us," I tell her. Maybe Dustin is just passing his normal route home. But if he's just going home, how cone I never knew this is the way to his house? I try to resist the urge to turn around to check again if it really is Dustin. "He's so close," Zoe whispers as the sound of the motorcycle becomes even louder. "Hey!" I hear the rider say as the red bike comes to a halt in front of us, preventing us from walking any further. "Hey," I reply after the helmet comes off the rider's head and Dustin's face is seen. He runs his hand through his messy hair. "You two going home?" He

 "Bye, mom!" I yell as I leave the house the next day. I am wearing a blue hoodie with white jeans. I probably shouldn't be wearing  white at all but sometimes, an unlucky girl's just gotta live free. And besides, it is even too late to go back and change now, I'm already halfway at school now, turning back will waste my time, today that I managed to get up early. I inhale deeply, taking in the cold, fresh morning air. I love air like, not dusty air that makes me cough, sneeze and makes my eyes all red and teary. I hate that. I keep strutting forward, with my thumbs looped around my backpack straps. As I walk past Alberto's, I remember Jasmine, and her brothers, and then Cole. I like Cole, he is sweet and funny, almost the opposite of Jasmine but I won't judge, I know everyone, even siblings, cannot be the same. Ah, my life though. Some months ago, nobody knew me. I knew literally no one. I was just the

 I close the door behind me as I leave, turning around, almost running away from the jail after I turn around but I hit something strong and hard instead. A wall? Oh wait, that's not a wall. "Oh, I'm so sorry. I - " Dustin stops on seeing that it is me. "I am so not sorry that happened." He smirks. "Oh, hey Dustin." I ignore the fuzzy feeling down my stomach and wave to him. "What's up? Wait, that's detention on that door, were you in detention?" He asks. "Yeah. . ." I trail off, and to my surprise, Dustin laughs. Wait, why am I even surprised? He's laughing at me, I should be mad. "Why? What'd you do?" He beams. I think he's in a good mood today, he has been smiling since we bumped into each other. I won't be mad then. "I was late to class. To Mr Francis' class." I tell him. "Ooh, the bully himself. Had