I stared into the gold rimmed mirror gazing at my reflection, wishing that I was human. My face was as pale as a ghost and my eyes were a black from thirst. My blonde hair slithered halfway down my back. My scar on my neck from where I had been bitten was very faint now. I placed the foundation back down on the table and laughed at the skin coloured patch that was on my neck. I turned on the tap and washed the foundation off my neck and patted it dry with a towel. I decided to wear a scarf instead. I glided back to my bedroom and I opened my wardrobe. The smell of cotton, silk and denim washed through my nose. I scrunched up my face as I pulled my black scarf out of my wardrobe. I wrapped it around my neck and walked to my body length my mirror. I was wearing long black jeans and a v-neck plain red t-shirt, Shepperton High School actually has a uniform but I always bring in a note saying that my "mum" doesn't want to buy the outfits, they were a bit offended. The black scarf went well with my outfit. I pulled on my black high tops. I may be old but I do have fashion sense. I walked gracefully towards the window and peeped around the curtain. I noticed it wasn't sunny out and the sky was filled with clouds. I saw a slender black cat walking across my yard. I opened my window and breathed in. It smelt tangy but I was so thirsty I didn't care; I knew that one little cat wouldn't satisfy even a quarter of my thirst but it would be enough for me to be able to control myself. I felt my fangs appear. I looked to make sure there were no residents walking past. It was clear. I flew downstairs and out the front door in only a matter of micro seconds, grabbed the screeching cat and flew back inside. I dug my teeth into the squirming cat and began drinking. It eventually stopped moving and lay flat on the table. I wiped the blood off my face with a nearby cloth. I picked it up and walked to the backyard and buried it quickly. I walked back inside and looked at the 150 year old clock that was hanging in the lounge room. It read 8:30 am. I walked outside to my driveway and remembered I had left my keys in the house. I ran back inside and grabbed my keys. I walked back outside, locked the door and unlocked my car, which was a pink Renault Megane 2005. I slid in and drove out of the driveway. I headed towards school. In about 15 minutes I was at school. For a normal human being it would have taken 45 minutes from where I live. I pulled up in the car park of Shepperton High School.
I was surrounded by cars that were flashy but not as flashy as mine. I eventually pulled a park next to a fire-engine red HSV Senator. I gasped amazed. I'd never seen the car before and didn't think someone at a high school would even own one. I climbed out of my car, took one more glance at the new car and headed towards the school cafeteria. As I climbed the stairs I dodged every arm hoping they would never touch, because they would know the difference because my arm was ice cold but to me there arms where comfortably warm. I quickly stopped my breathing because all the blood was burning my throat. I opened the cafeteria doors with ease and spotted a dark corner table. I glided towards it slowly pulling my bag of my bag placing gently on the table. I pulled my red iPod Touch out of my bag and put the earphones into my ear. I pressed play to find 'My Immortal' by Evanescence on. I chuckled quietly and sat and listen. I started breathing again because there was only
"I'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears,
And if you have to leave, I wish that you would just leave,
Your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone,
These wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real,
There's just too much that time cannot erase,
When you cried, I'd wipe away all of your tears,
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears,
And I held your hand through all of these years,
But you still have all of me," I sang to myself. I stopped singing as a large group of people entered the cafeteria. I turned off my iPod and pushed it back into my bag. I listened carefully to see what the excitement was about.
"He's so cute," a girl whined to her friend. New guy.
"I know!" she grinned back. I decide to listen to another conversation with guys in it. I found one. "Great now Amy is never going to like me," a blonde guy groaned angrily.
"Dude," the brunette boy standing next to him started, "She never liked you in the first place."
My head throbbed violently telling me that he was lying. After non-stop chatter the new guy finally pushed his way out of the crowd. I knew if my heart was beating it would skip a beat or just completely stop altogether. I hadn't felt anything like this in, well, EVER! He had black spiked hair, a plain white t-shirt on, leather jeans and a leather jacket hanging over his arm. He had black all-stars on. They weren't high tops like mine. His muscles made his shirt bulge, reminding me of Vin Diesel.
"Weirdo's staring at you," A guy called Dominick, who hates me and I hate him, said to the new guy. He looked around the see who Dominick was talking about. Dominick sighed and pointed towards me as I quickly looked down.
"What's her name?" the new guy asked with sweetest voice I have ever heard.
"Charlotte Calloway," Dominick replied, "But, just to warn you she doesn't talk to anyone and she regrets every guy."
"I wasn't even think of it," the new guy had annoyed look on his face and he said it. Ouch! That's a first. I know I hate guys talking about me but, jeez, that was a bit harsh. And no part of my body throbbed to tell he was lying.
"I'll show you the oval now," Dominick pulled on his arm. As they walked out of the cafeteria the new guy took one last look at me. I sighed in frustration and stood up as the bell rang.