High school was not a new concept to me; I had been in it for over fifty years. Every few years, my "family" and I would move somewhere else, only to start again. If my life was a CD player, the repeat button was stuck, and wouldn't be getting fixed any time soon.

To put it simply, I was an 18 year old boy, a senior in high school, and had only two friends. It was that way to those who only looked at me. Truly, I was a sixty-eight year old man, stuck in the immortal body of an 18 year old boy.

I was a vampire.

Today was Wednesday, nothing special about it, just another day of school. I lay on my bed, petting my dog, when she got up and ran away. I frowned at the retreating dachshund and sighed; something must be more interesting than sleep, at least for her. My dog was a mini dachshund with long hair. We called her Puddin. She barked at me and I got up and followed her to the bottom of the stairs.

Slowly, I descended the stairs, following Puddin to the door. I raised an eyebrow as she scratched at the bottom of the door and looked back at me. She wanted to go out I picked her up and brought her to the backyard, letting her run free.

Our house was small, but quaint and private. Three floors; basement, first, and second floor, with a fenced in backyard for the dog. We were a vegetarian family, having only been brought up that way and always wanting to stay it. Robert however, had trouble in the beginning. He couldn't resist the smell of human blood, but he never hurt anyone.

I let the dog back in and she ran upstairs, probably to sleep in my bed. I had bought her about two years ago as a puppy. I needed someone to keep me company, even if they couldn't respond to my questions and statements.

"Morning, sunshine." Robert said as he walked down the stairs and towards the basement door. Robert was the youngest of us (we called him Rob or Bob…sometimes Bobby to annoy him). He was passing as 16 and a junior. Truly, he was only twenty or so years old. Teri also "made" Robert after he had gotten into a car accident with a drunk driver. He was crossing the street by his house when he got hit and broke his neck. She felt bad for him, but also knew he should be changed.

Teri was the oldest of us, pretending to be twenty-five. Really, she was at least ninety years old. She held a job in our school as a receptionist, making her able to transfer and alter our records when ever she felt like it. She was the one who made me into what I am, although I'm not sure how she was made.

Robert didn't have a "power" as the rest of us did, at least that we know about. He was strong, had great hearing and seeing, and was very fast, just like us. Teri, however, can see what we call "what people truly are." She can choose to see their aura, or know their morals, their judgments, honesty, all that. That's how she knew Robert was a good kid and didn't deserve to die.

"Hey." I said and he turned around to face me. "What?"

"What's up?" he asked. "You look even more emo than usual."

"Tired." I said, out of reflex. I knew I couldn't sleep, but I was so used to blaming my depressed façade on my lack of sleep that it still hadn't gone away. "Yeah, yeah, shut up, I know I can't sleep." I said as he opened his mouth to disagree.

"You sure you're okay?" he asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine." I said and he half-heartedly smiled.

"I'm getting some clothes from downstairs, do you want anything?" he asked.

"Sure." I said. "Uh…get my dark jeans and my Chiodos shirt."

"Which dark jeans?" he teased. "The dark ones or the dark dark ones?"

"Shut-up, Bobby." I teased back.

"Pshht." he laughed. "I'll be back." He descended the stairs and was back up in an instant, holding my clothes.

"Thanks." I smiled and he nodded, running up the stairs. He never liked moving at human speed, it always seemed so slow to him. I had no particular feeling towards it. In fact, I liked walking slow sometimes.

I followed up the stairs at human speed and went into my room, tossing my clothes on my bed, and walked into the bathroom. The door was locked and Robert's laughing voice came from inside.

"Come on, we only have one bathroom, Rob, can't we share again?" I asked and he unlocked the door.

"Hold on, I'm climbing into the shower." he called. "Okay!" I opened the door and went to the sink, looking at my reflection in the mirror. My pale skin made my black hair stand out along with the dark purple shadows beneath my eyes. The only color to stand out on my face was the light pink of my lips and the golden-hazel of my eyes.

I picked up a brush and pulled it through my hair, which was long for a guy, and then looked down at the toothbrushes on the sink. We didn't have to brush our teeth, but I did sometimes. It made me feel…human…normal. I picked it up and remembered what happened last time. My razor teeth had cut almost all of the bristles off of the brush, leaving a mess in the bathroom. Teri and Robert got a kick out of it, but I really didn't. After all, I was the one with the bristles in my mouth…ugh.

"Hey, you ready?" Robert asked, peaking his head out from behind the curtain. I shut my eyes and nodded, hearing him rush out of the shower and out of the bathroom. I shut the door, pulled out a new towel, and stripped. Usually, I would cover up the shadows beneath my eyes, but I was lazy and chose not to.

When I stepped into the shower, the heat hit my icy skin like bullets. It stung for a moment, but I got used to the heat after a moment. I wet my hair and washed it. I finished up in the shower and stepped out, wrapping the towel around my waist and making my way into my room.

Behind me, I saw Teri go into the bathroom and shut the door as I shut the door to my room. She smiled and I nodded to her. When the door was closed, I began to dress, sliding on my pants first. They were regular, black jeans, plain and unnoticeable. I stepped over to my mirror and combed through my hair with my fingers, something I had forgotten to do in the bathroom.

I slid on my shirt, socks, and my black converse. They were, by far, my favorite shoes. When I got out, I met Robert in the hallway. He smiled at me, his bright hazel eyes shining along with his attitude. His light, brown hair didn't make his paleness stand out as much as mine. He wore his grey shirt over his light jeans; he had no real style, just what ever he was comfortable in.

"What's today?" I asked as we walked down the stairs.

"It's Wednesday…February…20th?" he said, unsurely. "Yeah, the twentieth."

"Fun." I nodded and sat down on the couch, turning on the television in the process. He sat down next to me and sighed as I flipped channels. Finally, I settled on a station that was airing a black and white movie. After a moment, however, I recognized it as The Grapes of Wrath. Quickly, I continued flipping channels.

"Wait!" Robert said. "I was watching that!"

"Believe me, you don't want to." I said. "It's called The Grapes of Wrath."

"That sounds cool." he said and I raised an eyebrow. "Angry grapes?"

"Counting dust…hm…fun." I grinned. "Read the book. Even that will put a vampire to sleep. He tilted his head in question and I laughed. "How long until we have to leave?" I asked.

"We have about forty-five minutes." he answered and I leaned back into the couch. School…something I really wasn't looking forward to doing.

A/N: Thanks for reading the first chapter! I'll update with a second soon. Sorry it was so long! Thanks!!!

PS: the dog (Puddin) is actually my dog. She was barking at me, so I decided to put her in.

Thanks!!!!