Rated T for language and Middle School Scenarios. Disclaimers: The only things we own are Francesca Curatolo the vampire, the things that happen at the school (most of which are based on real-life experiences, seriously), and the things we make the characters do.

January 19, 2006:

The day had seemed incredibly normal- there was no creepy feeling that someone was watching you, no strange premonition or some sort of ominous dream the night before. But that's just what it's like in books. In real life, danger sneaks up on you, just as it did for Francesca Curatolo.

She was walking in the hall towards the library when a tall, pale man with jet black hair and coal black eyes approached her.

"Hello, young lady"

"Uhh… hi."

"Where are you going?"

"Library... why?"

"No you're not."

"What do you- ah!"

18 words, 5 steps, one set of teeth, one neck equals one newborn vampire.

She fell, screaming in pain before her cheek could hit the cold, hard concrete. It was the worst feeling in the world. Like every ounce of her body was on fire, in some sort of pain. Her chest was being pulled and tugged by a violent and invisible hand, an illusion created by her slowly hardening heart, and her neck was being stabbed by the ends of the sharpest knives.

It was kind of ironic that Neville was the one who found her. After an attempt at CPR (as her breaths were shortening with every scream) he called 911. A dispatcher answered the phone after 4 or 5 rings. "Hello?"

"Yes, is this 911??"

"Yes, what is the problem, kid?" her words were slurred with a yawn.

"There's a girl writhing in pain on the floor, can you send some paramedics over to Seattle Middle School for Orphans?"

"-sigh- Kid, I'm really supposed to believe that a girl randomly started screaming in pain on the floor? And this is coming from a Middle Scho-"

"Listen, lady! The love of my life is dying over here! So get your lazy ass to this school pronto!" He put the phone to Francesca's lips, so the dispatcher could hear her crying that last of her tears out and not have to question him again.

"Oh my! Fine, fine- I'll send someone over to help. They should be there in about 15 minutes. Good luck, kid."

and he snapped the phone shut.

After about 15 minutes, the whir of the sirens filled the air and 5 or 6 paramedics jumped out of the ambulance.

She was diagnosed with a heart attack and serious trauma.

For 3 days, she was in critical condition.

On the fourth day, she made a miraculous recovery.

3 doctors and 2 nurses were in a terrible accident with some equipment and died of blood loss.

January 19, 2008:

Now, 2 years later, Francesca stared at her reflection in the mirror, getting ready for yet another tedious day of school. Every day, she had to put on an angelic smile and pretend like she cared, though she hardly ever did any work. With 2 years experience already behind her, Francesca was stuck in the form of a 6th grader, though if she weren't a vampire, she would be in 8th grade. Her chestnut hair draped her pale, circular face and her onyx eyes flicked to her abandoned glasses on the nearby table. They hadn't framed her once turquoise eyes since she was a human. Her defined features were small and she was a normal height, 5'2 and slim. She wasn't dressed in the regular school uniform though, she wore blue jeans, a green polo with a marigold tie, and orange flip flops. She could care less about what she wore to school, she would fail anyways. Besides her annoyed demeanor, she was a partially innocent 14 year old. It was hard to believe she was a murderer.

A lot had changed since the day she got changed- and I don't mean her appearance. When she woke up from the fire, she had no idea what had happened. It was only after the terrible 'equipment accident' that she realized what she had become.

The bell rang, signaling that she only had five minutes to get to class.