I am Lishara. 16 years old and in 11th grade. My 17-year-old sister, Kimmey, is a bitch. Every time I look at her she looks at me like I am a no good waste of space. At home and school. My only friend is Jace.

He once found me crying in the corner of the library because my sister humiliated me in PE class. He asked what was wrong and I told him my problem. My eyes are red, black, and blue. All at once.

He said they look nice, and friendship blossomed from there.

Today is the first day of the week-long finals. Time for my sister to be held back again I bet.

I go to my locker and open the door. I plop my stuff in and grab a pencil, a ruler, and a protractor for math. I, unlike my sister, made it into 12th-grade math. My sister got 9th-grade math enrichment, two grades behind in math. She probably has an A+++++++++ a million times plus, in bullying though.

As I walk in, I sign up for hot lunch that day. I walk to my seat, which is in the back. I figured that's because the teacher is to unnerved by my eyes.

I grab a test paper and start.

This will be fun.

I walk to my bus after school to go home, with Kimmey...

As I get on the bus, the terrible but expected happens. Kimmey walked over to where I was sitting, and said,

"Hey, Lishey."

"Stop calling me that, whore," I replied.

"Make me."

"Are you too dumb to understand when I use words?"

Her cheeks turned red, and she muttered something about me being a whore and stalked away.

She never will stop will she? I thought.

I got off the bus and went inside.

"Hey, honey!" My mom said. "How are you? How were the finals?"

"They were good," I replied.

Just then, Kimmey walked in.

"So Kim. How was your time spent when you skipped class?" My mom question Kimmey.

"Bye," Kimmey said walking out again.

"Kimmey needs some help," my mom said. I could agree.

I lay down in bed under the covers. I had just got up to go to the bathroom. It was 1:26 and I couldn't fall asleep. I had a feeling that was unexplainable, but bad.

Then, like my mind suggested, I heard the creak of the stairs.

Oh god please let it me mom or even Kim. I pleaded silently. Not a chance.

A dude with pale white skin walked into my view. His hair was dark as the sky at night. The scariest part was his eyes.

They were red.

With a speed impossible to humans, he dashed towards me as I tried to scream and muffled me, making my scream sound like a mouse that nobody will ever hear.

"None of that, my dinner," the guy said.

I tried to ask him who he was but I was muffled.

"If you scream I will kill you slowly.

I nodded. He removed his hands and let me speak.

"W-who ar-are y-you?" I asked shakily.

"I am Maxuras," he replied.

"W-what do you w-want?"

"Your blood." With that, Maxuras plunged his inhumanly sharp teeth into my neck.

I passed out.