I was walking home from the graveyard. I was still bleeding from the cut on my left hand. When I got home I studied the pictures I took of Darren a night ago. The pictures sent shivers down my spine. I thought to myself, how could my own best friend do this?! The only solution is to trust no one. Not Mr. Dalton, consolers, Alan, or even Tommy!
I started to scream. My mother(ever since my accident) started to care for me more , so she came into my room to comfort me. Probably think I miss the traitor Darren. Well guess what mom, I thought to myself, I hate Darren now. He took my place as a vampire! I HATE HIM! As she exited I started tocurse under my breath.