And that's when I saw him. He had the most beautiful face I had ever seen, bronze hair, slightly ruffled, with vivid butterscotch eyes. The most beautiful face, the most perfectly sculpted body, obviously muscular but not overly, the most… But I stopped that train of thought before it could get out of hand. I was here to start my fifty third year of Junior High, and I would not put any human at risk from me because I thought they looked perfect.
He stood with four others, a tall blonde haired girl who could easily have been the most gorgeous girl on the planet, or a model. A short, pixie looking girl with cropped black hair hanging onto a tall, muscular, blonde boy. And a HUGE boy, who could have passed for at least twenty five, with muscles like a weight lifter, he must work out every day. He had his arms around the model-like-one.
But I had only eyes for the bronze haired one. There was something similar about all of them but as of yet I couldn't place my finger on it. Then I twigged what it was; the butterscotch eyes, or varying shades of that colour, the bags under their eyes that looked like they wouldn't ever go away, the perfect symmetrical features that they all shared, the smell coming off them. They were just like me, the first of my kind I had met in over twenty years.
Vampires!
He looked up then. Looked straight at me, but by the time his eyes would have found mine I was already melting in with the crowd, heading toward my first lesson of the day, English.
I went up to my teacher to get my slip signed, and he pointed me in the direction of the only available seat in the classroom.
And who did I have the pleasure of sitting next to.
I can't believe it, here in my first lesson of the day.
What rotten luck.