I pulled up the driveway of forks high in my flashy porche I parked away from all of the other cars the students cars I looked around the carpark

I could smell my kind there were no particularly flashy cars the shiny silver Volvo that one of my kind owned I switched the car off and opened the door letting the sweet smell of young blood enter my head I looked down at my outfit for less than a second evaluating every thread and every stitch I was happy with that is was modest so no idiotic human boys would stare at me I looked up kicking the door lightly causing it to slam shut . I walked into the front office