Have you ever felt so far from someone but your so close to them? You know who they are but it all seems so unknown. You say hi to them but they don't respond, even though they know your there. That's how I feel with my parents. I barely know anything about them or where there from. They are both really pale even though we live in California and they always leave for work early and get home late. Basically meaning I never see them.
It's my senior year of high school, I'm the freak of the school, this is thanks to my parents. I never get to go out because I have to work. My parents don't seem to eat so I have to keep our fridge full so I don't starve. I'm trying to fit in but it's so hard when you can barely afford food.
I remember being told as a kid that I'm different. I never understood that until now. These girls where pushing me and yelling at me, because I'm well I don't know what I am right now.
"Freak, why are you still here?" yelled one girl. "Yeah I thought we told you to go die ages ago," agreed another. I kept my head down but a fire was burning inside of me. I was being cornered at the drinking fountain. My hands where gripping onto it causing my knuckles to go white. They kept on spitting on me, yelling, calling me names and cursing me. I just stood there alone but not afraid. Finally, the bell went, they slowly made their ways back to class. I let go of the drink fountain to see a deep indent of my hands in the metal. A guy in my chemistry class came up to me, he saw the hand marks and smiled as he picked up my bags.
During class he kept on looking at me, and smiling. Finally, the bell went I didn't know if I was excited or sad. He followed me out of the class and caught my hand.
"Emma, can I please talk to you?" he asked. I wanted to say no but it was my only escape from the girls.
"Sure," I said trying to sound sincere. He smiled, straight away he started walking not letting go of my hand. We soon reached a part of the school I didn't recognise. He pushed a door open to an abandoned class. The room was dark with only a few candles lit. He continued to drag me inside. The floor made no sound as I walked.
"Ok," he said sitting me down on a dusty chair. I looked around, this placed was abandoned long ago. Yet it seemed so new and organised. The walls where painted a dusty grey, the floors where black. Next to the door a dim lamp set an eerily glow across the room. To the left of me there was a table scatters of plates sat there only slightly visible to the naked eye.
"How old are you?" he asked, he seemed nervous he fiddled with the corner of his jacket.
"I'm 17 why?" I replied.
"You dented the drinking fountain, has that ever happened before?" he asked. His face was slowly becoming less nervous and more and more concerned. What had I done? Is something wrong with me?
"Um no," I said taking a deep breath in. I was getting more and more nervous by the second.
"How do I say this?... um, you're a vampire," he muttered.