“He’s one mad-bred fellow. I can’t abide him.” Raven, my tall majorly thin sister said. Most vampires are majorly thin though. Human food is dull and gross to us so we don’t really eat unless we have to- you know, to make sure humans don’t get suspicious. And all we actually drink is about a cup of blood a day. Sometimes more since human blood is insanely scrumptious to us.
“Man-bred, abide- Raven, I’ll tell you once more; you read too much dang Shakespeare.” I smiled and shook my head.
“Precious sister, perhaps you don’t read enough Shakespeare. Additionally, it is outright unattainable to read too much Shakespeare.”
Raven said as she open the cabinet and seized her favorite cup. She can sound smart without sounding smug. She just acted like these Shakespearian words she said was normal and how everyone talked. She was naturally smart. And I admit it impressed me how effortlessly she could be this intelligent.
She placed her hand on the fridge door and before she opened it to retrieve the blood she turned to me and said, “You know, I am serious. Charlotte, I haven’t seen your mug in a book for about a month. It’s appalling, sister. You know us vampires are masses smarter than that.” She opened the door and took out the jumbo soda bottle that wasn’t empty. We keep our blood in the basement behind our, as my mom calls, it prop food. It’s there to be sure no one finds it.
Raven poured some blood into her purple goblet.
“Well, Ray Ray, I have read a book just last week. I was just in my room while I did.” I said.
“Don’t call me Ray Ray, please! And I’m sorry sister. I didn’t know.” She smiled and drank her blood and I could tell the small quantity of the crimson blood she sipped burst some life into her
“But you’re right; James is a mad-bred fellow.”
I said and flipped back my black hair that still had bed head since its only 5:30 A.M. while I poured some blood in a cup for me. By the way, being a vampire doesn’t make getting up early any easier. My eyes were burning and pleading me to get back in bed so they can rest. I let out a huge yawned and continued. “He keeps hitting on me. It’s just sickening, sister. He smells like onions and raw stench. Not to mention he’s a complete imbecile.”
“True, sister. He keeps insulting me. Furthermore, he treats women as if they are just items. I don’t see why the girls swoon over him. He stinks, is boorish, has no protocol and is flat out cruel. Did you see what he did to poor Corey last week? He beat that small boy to the point Corey had a shiner and a split lip. He’s a horrible child.” She put her cup in the sink.
“Yeah, he’s not even worth liking. All he has to offer is long blond hair and shiny teeth.” I said.
I drank the blood in practically one gulp.
Energy raced through my body. The taste is amazing. It’s the best taste ever. It’s not just the taste; it’s the emotional way it makes me feel. I’m drinking the life of this man. Though he was evil, he was healthy and had energy. The life energy of this man filled me and made me ready to face the day.
It’s kinda like how coffee makes humans feel.
I poured the final drops into my mouth.
“Ah, much better.” I said with my new found liveliness. “I’m going to get a shower, Raven.”
“Wait, Charlotte I have a question. What was he like?” She asked as she sat down at the bottom of the basement stairs. “The man who you exterminated to give us blood, what was he like?” Raven asked.
The question shocked me a little.
“I don’t know which man gave us which bottle.”
“Well, what was the initial kill like?”
“He was a pedophile. He was convicted of raping an 8 year old girl named Lila; filthy creep. I’m not even going to give details of what he did to that sweet blond girl. But he had what was coming to him. I stabbed him in the throat with a knife and let him suffocate to death. The second kill was a wife abuser. He beat up his wife to the point she still has a large bruise on her leg. She still has a hard time walking, and this happen last year. He beat his wife in front of their son and daughter. Dad broke his legs; me and mom killed him by slitting his throat and letting him suffocate to death.”
“I hate being a vampire.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Well, we have to kill to get blood. And it’s sick that we have the blood of those malevolence humans in our stomachs.”
“I guess, but you don’t have to kill to get blood. Maybe you’ll find a human worthy of being a consort one day. Or you could drink vampire blood.”
She shrugged. “I guess.” She sighed. “I’m going to read good ol’ Shakespeare. Text me when you’re out of the shower.” She went up stairs.
“Okay.” I said as I followed her up the staircase.
The shower was quick since I had to save warm water for my sister. I dried off and put on my outfit that contained a short jean skirt, a pink tank top that had small hearts on it, and some pink high heels.
“I’m done in the shower.” I texted my sister.
“Okay.” She sent back.
I put on eyeliner, lip gloss, eye shadow, and any other make up I thought was obligatory for my façade. Then, I sprayed some pink colored perfumed that smelled like vanilla and cotton candy. I glanced into the mirror. I rolled my eyes; I looked like a shallow girly prep.
Oh well, I’d rather look like this than have people think I’m a vampire. Yes, I know no one will think I’m a vampire if I act normal, but I really don’t want to take any chances. If my true self slips even a tiny bit than it’s possible some one may be provoked to examine me and find out what I really am. But if they suspect I may not be a human when I’m a girly idiot they’ll think something like wait there’s not way Charlotte Rose is a vampire she’s too preppy! Then they’ll laugh it off and move on.
It’s better safe than sorry.
I slipped on a thin, light pink jacket and snatched my red, over sized purse. “Well, imma get this party started, girl!” I said in my fake girly voice as I watched my self in the mirror. I looked at my cell phone and saw the time was 5:45 A.M. and I don’t leave until 7 A.M. “Yay, more than an hour of T.V!!! I’m so gonna spend this time watching MTV.” I laughed at how good I am at this fake girly stuff.
I grabbed my favorite book- A tale of Two Cites by Charles Dickens. I got lost in this dramatic story and I didn’t realize an hour had past until my sister knocked on the door. “Charlotte, let’s go its 7:00 o’ clock!” She said. I walked out and saw her amber eyes looking at me. She had my hair and my thin lips but hers were wider. She didn’t have my nose or my eyes. She was wearing a black T-shirt and long jeans with a purple book bag on her back. “K, sis, let’s go, girl.” I said in my girly voice.
She rolled her eyes at it.
“I know, sis, I know but if you don’t want peeps to think we’re blood suckers I gotta act this way. I mean do you know what that would do to my reputation?! I would never be popular!” I laughed.
“You’re getting too excellent at that.” She smiled and walked away.
As she left the house I checked my purse for my keys and zipped my purse up when I saw them beside my cell phone. I grabbed my pink book bag by the door and marched out the entrance to get to my into my car where I will drive me and my sister to Stoweville High School.
“So, Charlotte are you gonna take me to the mall with me after school?” Grace asked. Grace is a pretty biracial girl. She’s nice but kinda of dimwitted.
“Totally, girl! But my sisters gonna have to go with us.” I said chewing some yucky mint gum. As I said, human food is dull and gross to me.
“Ugh, no offence but she’s kinda dumb.”
“Grace!” I yelled.
She shook her head which made her brown curls go back and forth.
“Sorry, Charlotte but I don’t mean, like, dumb dumb. I mean she’s lame; and weird.”
I wanted to yell at her, but I kept my cool.
“Raven is my sis, girl! You can’t talk about her like that! It’s super mean!” I said as we walked to class. I feel ashamed that acting, faking, and deceiving people became so comfortable to me I barley even had to try hard at it anymore.
“Sorry, Charlotte!”
“It’s ok, girl. Let’s just go to art. I can’t wait to finish my totally cute pink flower.”
A pink flower; yes a very lame girly cliché. But I was uncreative that day I came up with it. You see, my sister spilled some blood on the floor that day leaving only half a cup of blood left. So we split it 50/50 which guy me only ¼ cup of blood that day. So I was very much drained that day.
“So, anyways I think I may like James. I know every girl does and I don’t stand a chance but…” Her voice faded away in my mind when I saw this girl.
There was something special about her; I just couldn’t put my finger on it. She had short hair that only reached her chin. She had light brown hair with even lighter brown highlights. She had a cute small pointy nose and a round face. She was short and petite. She was beautiful, yes, but that’s not what drawn me to her. It was her essence. Something inside was special; perhaps a fellow vampire?
I had to talk to her, I don’t know why but I did. My soul was begging me to.
“Hey, Grace, go to in to art without me. I’ll B.R.B.” I heard her say okay as I walked to this mystifying girl.
“Hello, I’m Charlotte. I don’t believe I’ve seen you around before. Are you new or am I just blind?” I laughed.
“No, your eyesight is fine. I moved here a few days ago.” She smiled, but here eyes told a different story. I extended my arm out as an offering for a hand shake. “I’m Charlotte Rose.” I smiled. She looked apprehensively at my hand. “It’s okay, girl! I don’t bite.” When I realized how much of a lie that was I held back a chuckle.
“It’s just; I’m just, uh, germophobic.” She said.
I looked a saw a hand sanitizer dispenser on the wall. I quickly rubbed some of the foamy sanitizer against my hand. I wiggled my fingers. “Germ free!!!” I said and shook her hand.
Her eyes grew wide. She gaped at me.
“Is something wrong, girl? I’m a very clean person and you saw me put sanitizer on my hand before I touched your hand.” I tilted my head.
She tried to speak but was speechless. Just faint little sounds came off of her lips.
“Uh, I’m so sorry I didn’t know how germophobic you are. But there’s a hand sanitizer dispenser right hurr.” I pointed to it.
She didn’t move or speak.
“Again I’m super duper sorry, but I got to get to class, k? But what’s you name? You seem super cool.” I smiled.
“M- Madison, m- my name is Madison.” She said.
“That’s such a pretty name! I’ll talk to you soon. Maybe you could go to the mall with me and my besties.” I smiled.
“I can’t. I got to go. Bye.” She walked a way quickly with out even closing her locker. Odd I thought. Why did my soul lead me to her? She seems like a normal girl- besides the fact she was super germophobic. Okay she wasn’t normal. At least I don’t think so. Why did she act so afraid? Oh well, I don’t understand human’s phobias so I shouldn’t judge. I shut her locker for her. Some one stealing her stuff on her first days of school won’t make what ever her mental issues better.
I heard the loud bell ring so I pranced into my art class.
Ok classes have passed and now it’s time for lunch; the worse period of the day. Well for me it is. I would love it if they gave blood instead but oh well.
I had to fake eat and even actually eat some nasty Human food, which taste like dirt.
“Charlotte, girl, I saw a cute dress yesterday. I bought it and I’m thinking about wearing it tomorrow. I’ll send you a cell pic tonight and tell me what you think. I’m gonna wear it tomorrow when I ask James out.”
“James?! James Stevens?!” Yes, the same James my sister called a mad-bred fellow, which is basically Shakespeare for a crazy dude. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes that she’s falling for such an idiot. Humans aren’t the brightest at times.
“MmHmm. He is so fine! If I can get him I’ll be popular and everyone will love me. It’ll be like I’m famous!”
“So awesome! We’re so gotta get some cute accessories and make up at the mall.” I said super annoyed at how shallow she was and how shallow I sounded, and then I saw her- Madison. She was sitting all by her self reading a book.
I sat down at our table with Stacy, Joy, Macy, Becca, and Carly chatting away. “B.R.B., guys.” I said and walked away before they could respond.
“Madison, come sit with us.” She looked up and fear filled her eyes when she looked at me.
“Oh, it’s fine. I’m a loner.” She said.
“Aw, come on we’re totally nice!” I smiled. She tilted her head examining my face. “Please, I promise we aren’t mean girls. Oh and it’s totally cool you read.” I said. “Most girls here are too afraid to seem smart.” I grinned and wanted to talk about the book she was reading which was The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain, a book I’ve read tons of time. But I didn’t want to expose my stupid girl shield.
“Uh, thanks.” She said.
“Now come with me. You don’t wanna be alone, now do ya?” I said and waved my hand in a come here motion.
She slowly got her book bag and got up to follow me to my table.
“Girls, this is Madison. She’s new. Madison, this is Stacy, Joy, Macy, Becca, Carly, and Grace.” I pointed to the person whose name I spoke.
“Hi.” Madison said.
Then she did something that stunned me.
She shook every girl’s hand with out worry. Then she looked as if she just found something out.
“I thought you were germophobic.”
She just shrugged and said. “Well, I’m going to get some food. Is anyone gonna join me?” She smiled and said to every one. She was acting normal.
“I will!” Stacy said. Every girl, except me, said me too. “Ugh, guys I had such a gigantic breakfast- bacon, eggs, waffles, and an orange. My mom was in the mood to cook and I couldn’t say no to her. And now I’m super full!” I smiled. I wasn’t in the mood to fake eat. Well, I never am, but still. The girls said their okays and walked off.
What the hell is up with that Madison chick? She nearly had a panic attack when I shook hands with her, even after I sanitized them. But just now she shook their hands ,that could have been anywhere, with out one little issue.
Maybe she’s bi-polar?
I sighed.
I could go for some blood right now.
When the girls came back they had their nasty human food. Mostly salads and water since I’m sure they all have fears of gaining even one ounce of weight.
Madison had a pizza layered in grease with lemonade though. “So, Charlotte, what’s your favorite food?” Madison asked.
Blood. I giggled to myself.
“Hmm, I don’t know. Salad.” I said.
“Personally, I wish no food exists! It just causes fatness!” Stacy an overly tan blond girl said.
“No it causes yummyness!” I said.
“Ugh, easy for you to say. You’re like 75 pounds, lucky.” Becca a brown girl with overly gelled scrunched hair said.
I am not 75 pounds. I’m 100 actually. Not that it even matters.
“I’m so not 75 pounds. If I was I’d be, like, dead l.o.l.!” I rolled my eyes and giggled.
“Anyways, Stacy’s totally right. Food is just ugh! It traps you with its yummyness then, makes you fat. I need to lose weight!” Me and Madison gawked at this tall girl who must be 120 pounds at the most. Seriously, what is the matter with young girls’ weight issues? It’s just heartbreaking now.
“You know you don’t, Becca.” I said.
“Liar.” Becca frowned.
The other girls assured her she was skinny and she said they were lying. When it became clear to me she was fishing for compliments I blocked them out. It was so obnoxious I got a headache.
“So, Madison, do you like Stoweville High School?”
“I suppose so. It ain’t any worse than my old school.”
“Oh, cool. Why did you move here?” I cocked my head to the side.
“My family died in a crash and I moved here to live with my aunt and cousins.”
I smacked my hand onto my mouth. My heart broke for her. This explains her sadness and maybe even her strange behavior.
How do you respond after someone tells you something so horrible?
“Oh, God, I’m so sorry. That’s awful.” I said.
“I know.” She said and ate her pizza.
“That’s a horrible thing to go through.” I said.
“Okay.” She sent back.
I put on eyeliner, lip gloss, eye shadow, and any other make up I thought was obligatory for my façade. Then, I sprayed some pink colored perfumed that smelled like vanilla and cotton candy. I glanced into the mirror. I rolled my eyes; I looked like a shallow girly prep.
Oh well, I’d rather look like this than have people think I’m a vampire. Yes, I know no one will think I’m a vampire if I act normal, but I really don’t want to take any chances. If my true self slips even a tiny bit than it’s possible some one may be provoked to examine me and find out what I really am. But if they suspect I may not be a human when I’m a girly idiot they’ll think something like wait there’s not way Charlotte Rose is a vampire she’s too preppy! Then they’ll laugh it off and move on.
It’s better safe than sorry.
I slipped on a thin, light pink jacket and snatched my red, over sized purse. “Well, imma get this party started, girl!” I said in my fake girly voice as I watched my self in the mirror. I looked at my cell phone and saw the time was 5:45 A.M. and I don’t leave until 7 A.M. “Yay, more than an hour of T.V!!! I’m so gonna spend this time watching MTV.” I laughed at how good I am at this fake girly stuff.
I grabbed my favorite book- A tale of Two Cites by Charles Dickens. I got lost in this dramatic story and I didn’t realize an hour had past until my sister knocked on the door. “Charlotte, let’s go its 7:00 o’ clock!” She said. I walked out and saw her amber eyes looking at me. She had my hair and my thin lips but hers were wider. She didn’t have my nose or my eyes. She was wearing a black T-shirt and long jeans with a purple book bag on her back. “K, sis, let’s go, girl.” I said in my girly voice.
She rolled her eyes at it.
“I know, sis, I know but if you don’t want peeps to think we’re blood suckers I gotta act this way. I mean do you know what that would do to my reputation?! I would never be popular!” I laughed.
“You’re getting too excellent at that.” She smiled and walked away.
As she left the house I checked my purse for my keys and zipped my purse up when I saw them beside my cell phone. I grabbed my pink book bag by the door and marched out the entrance to get to my into my car where I will drive me and my sister to Stoweville High School.
“So, Charlotte are you gonna take me to the mall with me after school?” Grace asked. Grace is a pretty biracial girl. She’s nice but kinda of dimwitted.
“Totally, girl! But my sisters gonna have to go with us.” I said chewing some yucky mint gum. As I said, human food is dull and gross to me.
“Ugh, no offence but she’s kinda dumb.”
“Grace!” I yelled.
She shook her head which made her brown curls go back and forth.
“Sorry, Charlotte but I don’t mean, like, dumb dumb. I mean she’s lame; and weird.”
I wanted to yell at her, but I kept my cool.
“Raven is my sis, girl! You can’t talk about her like that! It’s super mean!” I said as we walked to class. I feel ashamed that acting, faking, and deceiving people became so comfortable to me I barley even had to try hard at it anymore.
“Sorry, Charlotte!”
“It’s ok, girl. Let’s just go to art. I can’t wait to finish my totally cute pink flower.”
A pink flower; yes a very lame girly cliché. But I was uncreative that day I came up with it. You see, my sister spilled some blood on the floor that day leaving only half a cup of blood left. So we split it 50/50 which guy me only ¼ cup of blood that day. So I was very much drained that day.
“So, anyways I think I may like James. I know every girl does and I don’t stand a chance but…” Her voice faded away in my mind when I saw this girl.
There was something special about her; I just couldn’t put my finger on it. She had short hair that only reached her chin. She had light brown hair with even lighter brown highlights. She had a cute small pointy nose and a round face. She was short and petite. She was beautiful, yes, but that’s not what drawn me to her. It was her essence. Something inside was special; perhaps a fellow vampire?
I had to talk to her, I don’t know why but I did. My soul was begging me to.
“Hey, Grace, go to in to art without me. I’ll B.R.B.” I heard her say okay as I walked to this mystifying girl.
“Hello, I’m Charlotte. I don’t believe I’ve seen you around before. Are you new or am I just blind?” I laughed.
“No, your eyesight is fine. I moved here a few days ago.” She smiled, but here eyes told a different story. I extended my arm out as an offering for a hand shake. “I’m Charlotte Rose.” I smiled. She looked apprehensively at my hand. “It’s okay, girl! I don’t bite.” When I realized how much of a lie that was I held back a chuckle.
“It’s just; I’m just, uh, germophobic.” She said.
I looked a saw a hand sanitizer dispenser on the wall. I quickly rubbed some of the foamy sanitizer against my hand. I wiggled my fingers. “Germ free!!!” I said and shook her hand.
Her eyes grew wide. She gaped at me.
“Is something wrong, girl? I’m a very clean person and you saw me put sanitizer on my hand before I touched your hand.” I tilted my head.
She tried to speak but was speechless. Just faint little sounds came off of her lips.
“Uh, I’m so sorry I didn’t know how germophobic you are. But there’s a hand sanitizer dispenser right hurr.” I pointed to it.
She didn’t move or speak.
“Again I’m super duper sorry, but I got to get to class, k? But what’s you name? You seem super cool.” I smiled.
“M- Madison, m- my name is Madison.” She said.
“That’s such a pretty name! I’ll talk to you soon. Maybe you could go to the mall with me and my besties.” I smiled.
“I can’t. I got to go. Bye.” She walked a way quickly with out even closing her locker. Odd I thought. Why did my soul lead me to her? She seems like a normal girl- besides the fact she was super germophobic. Okay she wasn’t normal. At least I don’t think so. Why did she act so afraid? Oh well, I don’t understand human’s phobias so I shouldn’t judge. I shut her locker for her. Some one stealing her stuff on her first days of school won’t make what ever her mental issues better.
I heard the loud bell ring so I pranced into my art class.
Ok classes have passed and now it’s time for lunch; the worse period of the day. Well for me it is. I would love it if they gave blood instead but oh well.
I had to fake eat and even actually eat some nasty Human food, which taste like dirt.
“Charlotte, girl, I saw a cute dress yesterday. I bought it and I’m thinking about wearing it tomorrow. I’ll send you a cell pic tonight and tell me what you think. I’m gonna wear it tomorrow when I ask James out.”
“James?! James Stevens?!” Yes, the same James my sister called a mad-bred fellow, which is basically Shakespeare for a crazy dude. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes that she’s falling for such an idiot. Humans aren’t the brightest at times.
“MmHmm. He is so fine! If I can get him I’ll be popular and everyone will love me. It’ll be like I’m famous!”
“So awesome! We’re so gotta get some cute accessories and make up at the mall.” I said super annoyed at how shallow she was and how shallow I sounded, and then I saw her- Madison. She was sitting all by her self reading a book.
I sat down at our table with Stacy, Joy, Macy, Becca, and Carly chatting away. “B.R.B., guys.” I said and walked away before they could respond.
“Madison, come sit with us.” She looked up and fear filled her eyes when she looked at me.
“Oh, it’s fine. I’m a loner.” She said.
“Aw, come on we’re totally nice!” I smiled. She tilted her head examining my face. “Please, I promise we aren’t mean girls. Oh and it’s totally cool you read.” I said. “Most girls here are too afraid to seem smart.” I grinned and wanted to talk about the book she was reading which was The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain, a book I’ve read tons of time. But I didn’t want to expose my stupid girl shield.
“Uh, thanks.” She said.
“Now come with me. You don’t wanna be alone, now do ya?” I said and waved my hand in a come here motion.
She slowly got her book bag and got up to follow me to my table.
“Girls, this is Madison. She’s new. Madison, this is Stacy, Joy, Macy, Becca, Carly, and Grace.” I pointed to the person whose name I spoke.
“Hi.” Madison said.
Then she did something that stunned me.
She shook every girl’s hand with out worry. Then she looked as if she just found something out.
“I thought you were germophobic.”
She just shrugged and said. “Well, I’m going to get some food. Is anyone gonna join me?” She smiled and said to every one. She was acting normal.
“I will!” Stacy said. Every girl, except me, said me too. “Ugh, guys I had such a gigantic breakfast- bacon, eggs, waffles, and an orange. My mom was in the mood to cook and I couldn’t say no to her. And now I’m super full!” I smiled. I wasn’t in the mood to fake eat. Well, I never am, but still. The girls said their okays and walked off.
What the hell is up with that Madison chick? She nearly had a panic attack when I shook hands with her, even after I sanitized them. But just now she shook their hands ,that could have been anywhere, with out one little issue.
Maybe she’s bi-polar?
I sighed.
I could go for some blood right now.
When the girls came back they had their nasty human food. Mostly salads and water since I’m sure they all have fears of gaining even one ounce of weight.
Madison had a pizza layered in grease with lemonade though. “So, Charlotte, what’s your favorite food?” Madison asked.
Blood. I giggled to myself.
“Hmm, I don’t know. Salad.” I said.
“Personally, I wish no food exists! It just causes fatness!” Stacy an overly tan blond girl said.
“No it causes yummyness!” I said.
“Ugh, easy for you to say. You’re like 75 pounds, lucky.” Becca a brown girl with overly gelled scrunched hair said.
I am not 75 pounds. I’m 100 actually. Not that it even matters.
“I’m so not 75 pounds. If I was I’d be, like, dead l.o.l.!” I rolled my eyes and giggled.
“Anyways, Stacy’s totally right. Food is just ugh! It traps you with its yummyness then, makes you fat. I need to lose weight!” Me and Madison gawked at this tall girl who must be 120 pounds at the most. Seriously, what is the matter with young girls’ weight issues? It’s just heartbreaking now.
“You know you don’t, Becca.” I said.
“Liar.” Becca frowned.
The other girls assured her she was skinny and she said they were lying. When it became clear to me she was fishing for compliments I blocked them out. It was so obnoxious I got a headache.
“So, Madison, do you like Stoweville High School?”
“I suppose so. It ain’t any worse than my old school.”
“Oh, cool. Why did you move here?” I cocked my head to the side.
“My family died in a crash and I moved here to live with my aunt and cousins.”
I smacked my hand onto my mouth. My heart broke for her. This explains her sadness and maybe even her strange behavior.
How do you respond after someone tells you something so horrible?
“Oh, God, I’m so sorry. That’s awful.” I said.
“I know.” She said and ate her pizza.
“That’s a horrible thing to go through.” I said.
“You don’t have to tell me. I don’t want to talk about it.” I tear formed in her eye and I don’t think she needs to sob in front of everyone right at this time. So I changed the subject.
“Okay, I understand. Listen, I know you said no, but I really think you should go to the mall with me and Grace and my sis. Shopping is therapeutic, ya know!” I said knowing how unintelligent it sounded.
“I don’t have any money to spend.” She said.
“Just window shop then; it will be totally fun.” I smiled.
“I’ll text my aunt and ask her.” She smiled. In her eyes she still looked terrified of me though.
“Why do you act so afraid of me? I ain’t that scary, am I?”I giggled.
“N- no I don’t think so.” She said and looked down at her food.
What if she knows I’m a vampire the thought slithered through my mind and made a jolt a fear go through me. It can’t be true though. How can it? I just meant her.
I giggled to hide my new worries.
“You’re funny. I like you.” I smiled. “So, text your aunt! So she can say yes and we can go to la mall.” I smiled. “La is Spanish for the.” I faked a cocky smile. God, I hate how idiotic I sound! I mean I know la is French, not Spanish.
“I like to act too, I ‘m just not good at it as you.” She said not even looking at me.
Crap, crap, crap! Please say she isn’t on to me!
Maybe she isn’t maybe she is just good at reading people and can tell I’m faking my stupidity. I felt some relief wash over me at that thought.
“Act? I’m a horrible actress.” I giggled.
She had her phone in her hand and was obviously texting.
“So, what’s your sister like?” Madison was smiling at me after she was done with her mobile phone. Ok this girl acts afraid of me, friendly to me, tries to bust me by saying im acting, then goes friendly again. God, humans confuse the life out of me!
Well, she did just go through an extremely horrible traumatic experience at such a young age, so of course she’ll be a little psychologically off balanced! I told myself.
“Well her name is Raven. She’s 15 and she’s super duper smart and nice.”
“Cool. I can’t wait to go to the mall if my Auntie Lynn says yes.” She smiles like she’s my best friend. A vibrating sound goes off. She looks at her cell phone “And she did.” She smiled. “As long as I’m not out too late.”
“That’ll be okay. It’ll only be like I.D.K. 5 hours or so.”
“5 hours is too long.” She laughed.
“Ok then, 2 hours.”
“Okay, I understand. Listen, I know you said no, but I really think you should go to the mall with me and Grace and my sis. Shopping is therapeutic, ya know!” I said knowing how unintelligent it sounded.
“I don’t have any money to spend.” She said.
“Just window shop then; it will be totally fun.” I smiled.
“I’ll text my aunt and ask her.” She smiled. In her eyes she still looked terrified of me though.
“Why do you act so afraid of me? I ain’t that scary, am I?”I giggled.
“N- no I don’t think so.” She said and looked down at her food.
What if she knows I’m a vampire the thought slithered through my mind and made a jolt a fear go through me. It can’t be true though. How can it? I just meant her.
I giggled to hide my new worries.
“You’re funny. I like you.” I smiled. “So, text your aunt! So she can say yes and we can go to la mall.” I smiled. “La is Spanish for the.” I faked a cocky smile. God, I hate how idiotic I sound! I mean I know la is French, not Spanish.
“I like to act too, I ‘m just not good at it as you.” She said not even looking at me.
Crap, crap, crap! Please say she isn’t on to me!
Maybe she isn’t maybe she is just good at reading people and can tell I’m faking my stupidity. I felt some relief wash over me at that thought.
“Act? I’m a horrible actress.” I giggled.
She had her phone in her hand and was obviously texting.
“So, what’s your sister like?” Madison was smiling at me after she was done with her mobile phone. Ok this girl acts afraid of me, friendly to me, tries to bust me by saying im acting, then goes friendly again. God, humans confuse the life out of me!
Well, she did just go through an extremely horrible traumatic experience at such a young age, so of course she’ll be a little psychologically off balanced! I told myself.
“Well her name is Raven. She’s 15 and she’s super duper smart and nice.”
“Cool. I can’t wait to go to the mall if my Auntie Lynn says yes.” She smiles like she’s my best friend. A vibrating sound goes off. She looks at her cell phone “And she did.” She smiled. “As long as I’m not out too late.”
“That’ll be okay. It’ll only be like I.D.K. 5 hours or so.”
“5 hours is too long.” She laughed.
“Ok then, 2 hours.”
“Fine.” She smiled.
“Okay it’s time to go to the mall!” Grace sung out loud as she stepped into my blue Maxima.
“The mall? Charlotte, I veto that idea! I have to study and I refuse to go the mall with you and your associates!” My poor sister said sitting in the back seat next to Madison.
“Big words much?” Grace said and rolled her brown eyes.
“Small brain much?” Raven said and I heard Madison giggle.
I held back a loud laugh.
“Ugh, you’re such a meanie!” Grace said and rolled her eyes once more.
“Ray Ray, we gotta go to the mall, k? I’m in charge hurr!”
“No, sister. I can’t go.” She said.
“It’ll only be a few hours, sister. I promise.”
“How about this bargain: I go if you discontinue calling me Ray Ray?”
“Fine, whatever! Let’s just go to the mall! I need a new shirt or I will drop over dead!” I said.
I turn the radio on, with out thinking. And as soon as I realized what a mistake I made it’s too late. Beethoven, my favorite musician, feels the air. I forgot my favorite CD was in there.
I think quick.
“Raven, stop playing your old people music in here, k?” I laughed and turned it to an FM station that had on some horrible auto tuned song on.
“This. Is. My. Favorite song. EVER!!!” Grace said and turning it up.
I was driving and glanced at the rear view mirror to see Raven covering her ears.
I giggled at her and placed my eyes back on the road.
“I love this song!” I said; which was, thankfully, a huge lie.
This over edited sound reverberated all over my car, torturing me and my poor sister.
“Turn this down, Grace! This is just awful!” My sister said, ears covered by her hands.
“Sis, your sense of music is just tragic! This song is the bomb!” I said and turned it up louder. Thankfully my sister took her hands off her ears and stretched her arm out till her hand was on the volume down dial. The, what I like to call, artificial music quieted to the point it was tolerable.
“Thank God.” I heard Madison say.
Madison’s words were followed by a gasp. “O.M.G.! You don’t like this song?! It’s like the best song. Ever!” Graced said.
“Whatever.” Madison said unenthusiastically.
“It’s true,” Grace said. “, I mean every time I hear this song I just want to die!” Grace’s little brown curls bounced as she sprung up and won in her seat. “Die of happiness I mean!” She smiled.
The song ended and was replaced with a more endurable, but still dreadful, song.
“Anyways, enough about music! I’m asking James Stevens out tomorrow. I need to be prepared!” Grace said and I could practically her roll her amber eyes.
“Well, we just gotta practice, girl!” I said.
“I already am, Charlotte!” She gave a little I’m-about-to-perform-something cough. “James, I know you know I’m fine as hell! And I know you know I know that you’re fine as hell! So, baby, I was thinking maybe we could get together and make some magic. Tonight, me and you, alone; anywhere you want anything you want.” She said. “Now, imagine me saying that in a totally slutty dress! How could he resist?!” Grace said twirling her hair.
If I was being my true self I would have said Grace, you’re insane. James is a cruel heartless jerk who will leave you heartbroken. Have dignity. You deserve better. You should date Trevor. You two are perfect for each other. Then I would give a mini speech about how I can tell how much she loves Trevor. Trevor, by the way, is a tall skinny kid with black hair who loves Grace. And Grace’s feelings towards him are neutral. But he was, as grace said, totally unpopular and even talking to him is social suicide! I don’t see why though. He’s cute and actually nice, a rare combination for a teenage boy and these human girls are too blind to see that.
Instead of giving her this advice I said, “O.M.G., girl, you are so gonna get him!”
“I.K.R!” She said which if you’re wondering means I know right.
“Don’t forget me when you become popular!” I said.
“I won’t, girl. Oh, I’m so freaking excited!”
“So, Madison, do you know how James is?” I asked.
“No.” She said.
“Well, he’s the finest, hottest, coolest guy in Stoweville!” Grace said.
“Grace, you only want to be his Madonna so you will become popular.” My sister said
“His Madonna?” Grace said mocking her Shakespearian words.
“Yes, his lady. You don’t really like him. No one likes him, just his exterior” Raven said.
“Not true! I like him for him!” Grace protested.
“Okay, if that is correct than say 3 things you like about his heart.” Raven said.
“Okay. I can do. Well, for one he is funny, two, he is nice, and three… three. He’s…”
“Exactly! And I must correct you. He is not nice. He thrashed a kid for being a homosexual.” Raven said.
“So?! No one’s perfect. You ain’t any better, what with your big words from Shakespeare and stuff.”
If I was being my true self I would have said Grace, you’re insane. James is a cruel heartless jerk who will leave you heartbroken. Have dignity. You deserve better. You should date Trevor. You two are perfect for each other. Then I would give a mini speech about how I can tell how much she loves Trevor. Trevor, by the way, is a tall skinny kid with black hair who loves Grace. And Grace’s feelings towards him are neutral. But he was, as grace said, totally unpopular and even talking to him is social suicide! I don’t see why though. He’s cute and actually nice, a rare combination for a teenage boy and these human girls are too blind to see that.
Instead of giving her this advice I said, “O.M.G., girl, you are so gonna get him!”
“I.K.R!” She said which if you’re wondering means I know right.
“Don’t forget me when you become popular!” I said.
“I won’t, girl. Oh, I’m so freaking excited!”
“So, Madison, do you know how James is?” I asked.
“No.” She said.
“Well, he’s the finest, hottest, coolest guy in Stoweville!” Grace said.
“Grace, you only want to be his Madonna so you will become popular.” My sister said
“His Madonna?” Grace said mocking her Shakespearian words.
“Yes, his lady. You don’t really like him. No one likes him, just his exterior” Raven said.
“Not true! I like him for him!” Grace protested.
“Okay, if that is correct than say 3 things you like about his heart.” Raven said.
“Okay. I can do. Well, for one he is funny, two, he is nice, and three… three. He’s…”
“Exactly! And I must correct you. He is not nice. He thrashed a kid for being a homosexual.” Raven said.
“So?! No one’s perfect. You ain’t any better, what with your big words from Shakespeare and stuff.”
“I’m not perfect, no. But being intelligent is not a flaw, Grace.”
“Yeah, well it’s annoying.”
“So is your insufferable stupidity.” Raven said. I was, once again, proud of my sister. She can stick up for herself with honesty and smarts.
“You know you’re super mean!” Grace pouted.
“She’s super honest.” Madison said.
I tried so hard to hold in the laugh building in side me. But my seal lips fail me and a giggle exited out of my mouth.
“Don’t laugh at me, Charlotte! God, you guys are so mean. Take me home, I’ll just go to the mall with someone else!” Grace said.
“Grace, they’re just J.K.” I said
“They are being mean, Charlotte! They called me stupid and you just laughed at me!” Grace crossed her arms.
“Grace, you’re my bestie! I’m so sorry. You know I don’t mean it! Besides you’re super smart!” I smiled.
“Fine, I’ll stay! But only cause I totally need new shoes and I don’t know if anyone else will take me.”
And thus began the journey to the mall which changed every thing.
“Yeah, well it’s annoying.”
“So is your insufferable stupidity.” Raven said. I was, once again, proud of my sister. She can stick up for herself with honesty and smarts.
“You know you’re super mean!” Grace pouted.
“She’s super honest.” Madison said.
I tried so hard to hold in the laugh building in side me. But my seal lips fail me and a giggle exited out of my mouth.
“Don’t laugh at me, Charlotte! God, you guys are so mean. Take me home, I’ll just go to the mall with someone else!” Grace said.
“Grace, they’re just J.K.” I said
“They are being mean, Charlotte! They called me stupid and you just laughed at me!” Grace crossed her arms.
“Grace, you’re my bestie! I’m so sorry. You know I don’t mean it! Besides you’re super smart!” I smiled.
“Fine, I’ll stay! But only cause I totally need new shoes and I don’t know if anyone else will take me.”
And thus began the journey to the mall which changed every thing.
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