Chapter 1: First Day
"Scarlett?" asked the voice I was begging wouldn't catch me looking like this…
Moving to California was going to be just another pit stop, like the other 8 states mom and I would have to move to in the future. We were on the run…running away from my fate. It is my destiny and sooner or later I would have to face it.
As we stopped into the driveway I gazed at our big posh, yellow suburban house and with great effort I got up out the car and trudged lazily towards the grand recently polished front door. "This is the one scar, I can just feel it!" mum squealed excitedly.
"Yeah mom me too!" I said sarcastically and glumly
"Sweetie, I'm serious, there's just something about this place…" mom continued as she opened the door. At first, I couldn't speak… the house was unbelievably big, I decided I was going to look on the bright side and make the most of the land of 90210 as I'm only gunna live here once! I dragged my suitcases of the stairs whilst trying to run up them as I was eager to discover which room would be mine. I scanned each door, trying to decide which one would be mine, and as if by magic my mind drew in closer and concentrated on that one door, the one at the end of the hallway, I walked towards it and opened the door. It. Was. Perfect, I rushed into the room to unpack and decorate my new bedroom. As the weekend came to a close, Monday morning peaked through, the first day of school, can't wait (sarcasm). The bullying, the being invisible, the different cliques, what more could an average teen want in her adolescence! Well, I'm not an 'average' teen, I'm a teen vampire. Well, half anyway and there's no way out of it so I may as well enjoy it while I can because when my fate hits me smack in the face, its bye bye regular life and hello vamp ro- never mind. Anyways, in each school I've attended, I've always been in the same clique, a clique so well known it doesn't have a name. so I just call it the invisible clique. The last school I went to was for 1 year and on the day I was leaving the most popular girl in school asked if I was new, from then on I've lost all respect fir snobby, rich poplars' who frown at anyone below and them and doesn't acknowledge anyone. "Sweetie, now you know the rules, no popular friends, no late night house parties, no fights or drawing attention to yourself and most importantly no human love interests!" mom warned me. Those were the rules and I would have to abide them if I wanted to keep a low profile.
"Yes mom, I know the rules, now can I go now?" I pleaded trying to avoid the rest of this awkward, everlasting conversation whilst brushing through my raven black hair.
"Yes Scar, I love you, be safe."
"I love you too mom, bye" I called behind me as I left.
As I halted outside the front gate of 'broomcroft high' I realized that finding my classes was going to be a lot harder than I'd presumed as from the outside it was absolutely enormous! Slowly, I walked up to the front desk hesitating when to approach the busy looking receptionist, "Um, excuse me madam, my name is Scarlett Red and I am joining broomcroft high this is my first day." The haughty middle aged woman behind the desk didn't even peer up to look at me but just responded, " Look in the pigeon hole behind you will find you name, follow the map to you form room have a good day Miss Red." She said bluntly. Feeling stiff and un welcomed. I discreetly picked up the sheet with my name on, looked at the rooms to my class and started my endless long search to form room…
Strangely, I felt little butterflies n my stomach like I did when we first moved, it was weird, like I was a little girl again just wanting to fit in and make friends. But now, things have changed…a lot. Finding out I was a half vampire was one of the least expected things a 10 year old girl wants to hear on her birthday. Maybe that she would be getting a hamster or her goldfish died, but certainly not this. It was a lot to take in but up till today I have coped with the many changes I had to go through. First of all, when I was young I had nice golden tanned skin but over the years my skin has become snow white, paler than any other regular human being. But luckily for me my Filipino heritage has excused me of my skin tone. Also, as camps are cold hearted, as a half vampire I have come undeveloped features, for example, my heart rate is slower than average and my hair, skin and nails have this imperfect shine and radiance to it, due to its vast development and growth. Lastly, I have the knowledge of a scientist, I know things I never thought I knew and my mind is like a human dictionary – ok not quite 'human' but you know what I mean ;). After what seemed like hours and hours of searching I finally found my way to my form room and I knocked gently on the door.
"You may enter" called back a young woman's voice. I opened the door and nervously ambled in, stopping next to the teacher's desk facing the class.
"Class this is Scarlett Red, a new student here at Broomcroft High, she transferred from Red Foxx high school in Stanford Connecticut, Scarlett why don't you tell us about yourself?" smiled the teacher. Oh no, what was I going to say? I looked at the teacher with pleading eyes but her expression did not change… here we go,
"Hi, I'm Scarlett Red, I know ironic name eh!" I chuckled nervously whilst scanning the class; their faces were blank, looking like they were on the verge of dying from severe lack of entertainment. "I love reading, and my favorite books are the harry potter series." I looked at the teacher signaling that I was finished; well this was a good start. The teacher smiled at me warmly and gestured for me to take a seat in the corner at the back. I felt the eyes of the students follow me all the way to my seat and my cheeks flamed up and I felt like I was in a sauna. During the first half of the day I got to classes pretty easily, just following a bunch of tall jocks from a distance because they were really tall and broad and easy to spot over the teeming throng of people. Every now and then I would stop to admire the posters advertising the extracurricular activities but then I'd remember I had a class to get to. Hear down, hood up, books in hand I quickly walked towards my last class of the day, science. I couldn't wait for the day to end, it was too crowded in here and I could already feel myself feeling claustrophobic from being surrounded by soo many humans. I quickened my pace even more trying to avoid the pushing and shoving of people but I didn't succeed.
"Watch where you're going, emo girl!" and SPLAT came a yellow custard looking liquid which covered my whole body. How humiliating. A roar of laughter came from the students and underneath all that muck my face became as red as a cherry and I could already feel a well of tears pouring down my face. I ran as fast as I could, I didn't know where I was going and I didn't care! The next thing I knew I was face flat on the ground, books sprawled everywhere!
"Hey, I'm so sorry I wasn't watching where I was going, are you ok?: came a warm apologetic voice. A strong hand placed itself on my back and I fazed up with warm, wet chocolate eyes.
"I'm fine." I managed to say,
"Oh, hey stalker, I see you've been following me and my friends to classes." He joked as he helped me get to stand up. I looked up immediately and our eyes locked on each other as if time had frozen at that very second. He had ocean blue eyes and a face any sane girl would fall for. A little cute smile appeared on his face, as did mine, and then quickly I realized what was happening and snapped out of this impossible reality.
"I have to go." I said, and that was the last time we spoke.