I didn't know how long he had been stood there watching me read, but it was getting really annoying. "You're blocking my sun," I said in my harshest tone, without looking up. "Sorry," he said as he moved. "Why are you sat over here on your own?" I sighed. I knew he wouldn't leave until I answered.
He was obviously new and so he didn't know about the 'freak'. This was my corner. I had chosen it because it was secluded; it was situated in the farthest corner from the school. No-one bothered me here. It was summer at the moment, so it was also the prettiest place in school. There were clovers everywhere that made sitting comfortable, and flowers all over that made the place smell like freesias and roses.
The boy shifted his weight, bringing me back to the real world. I sighed again. 2Because I like sitting on my own, it means I don't get interrupted," I replied and went back to my book. "Well that's not very social, where are all your friends?" he questioned.
"I don't have any."
"Why not?"
"Why are you interrogating me?" I snapped. "Why don't you ask one of the kids in there, I'm sure they'll tell you. Goodbye." I got up, packed away and headed for the school building. Life's hard; especially with a temper like mine. I could probably bite his head off right now, or maybe just settle for his neck. My life sucked. Literally. I know cliché. Everyone at school thought there was something wrong with me, and, there was. I was a vampire. A vampire whose parents were forcing her to go to school.
Once inside, I began walking to my next lesson. English. I wasn't that bad at English. I didn't like it much though. Lost in thought, I walked right into Ashley. "Watch where you're going you klutz!" She screamed. Ashley was the head of 'The Plastics', girls with bleach blonde hair and orange skin all year long. "Sorry." I mumbled and continued walking. "I wasn't finished talking," said Ashley as two of her minions blocked my path. She reached out, with her long manicured fingers and turned me round to face her. I looked her up and down, disgusted. Today she was wearing a pink halter top and a very short denim skirt. Which, though I hated to admit it looked good on her. As always her face was plastered with foundation, blushed and mascara. She looked fake.
"Well I was finished talking to you." I was about to turn around and walk away when she pushed me. Yeah real mature. I tried to steady myself, but I was too off balance. I began to fall backwards when strong arms caught me, sending a jolt through my whole body I was going to turn to see who it was when the principal arrived. The mysterious arms dropped from around my waist, and, when I turned, no-one was there.
"Is there a problem here girls?" the principal asked.
"No sir," The Plastics said in unison. I always wondered how they did that.
"Well then I suggest you all get to class."
