Typical day, typical, typical. Wrong. My Mom was forcing me to move with her to Forks, Washington. Safest place on Earth, right. We hadn't heard of any covens around there, and Canada was getting old. So we were going to the States, big whoop. Ugh. I groaned annoyedly, as we entered the small house. "Mom, why do I have to come along?" I whined. She giggled at me and smiled, "Because it's time to move on honey. I'm not getting any younger!" she smiled. Ugh, I wish I could say the same. I was eternally 18, how sucky could you get? While my Mom was human, she'd had me at 15, and I was not human. At 18 when I'd run away from home, I had been bitten by a vampire, and left to die, but I wasn't so lucky. I was stuck in an 18-year-old body, never going to wither away and die like my Mom.
I hid out in my room for about a year, at night I'd climb out my window and feed off some of the small game around our house. One day my Mom finally found out my secret. She was scared I was pregnant or something, and seemed relieved and unperturbed by the fact that her daughter was a vampire. When I had my new diet, after a few months my eyes were like liquid gold. I was happy they were no longer the bloody red they'd been when I first saw myself. I could no longer sleep, and I didn't want to eat a thing. Food seemed so repulsive. And so now I was in a stupid house, my mom asleep as I sat in my room playing video games. I'd fed the morning before, since I started school, well in a few hours.
After beating the game, I just leaned back and stared at the useless bed behind my bean bag chair. My room was tie died, and multiple colors. I had loads of sunglasses also. My closet was pretty big, thank God. After long enough I went to my bathroom and took a shower humming some tune silently, when I heard a small swish sound outside my bathroom window. I cut the water, and grabbed a towel. I just grabbed a clip, putting my long ashy blonde hair up. I had one black streak towards the front. My chest was too big in my opinion though. Too bad I couldn't change that, I moaned. When I walked out of the bathroom, I headed towards my room, quickly changing into boxers, and a black cami. The boxers were Pink boxers from Victoria's Secret. Of course I wore underwear underneath.
I walked down the stairs and opened the door. A sigh of relief escaped my lips. Just the paperboy. I guess I was being paranoid again. I picked up the paper and walked back up to my room. I made sure I had everything ready for my first day at Forks High. Ugh, even the name was a stick up your ass. Me, Sera Feifer would be forced to go to the gayest school in existence, lovely. I sat around a few more hours reading Romeo & Juliet for the thousandth time in a row. Life sucked when you had all the time in the world. I changed into a pair of black skinny jeans, a red corset with red frill, and a Hawthorne Heights jacket, pulling on my black converses. I looked at my watch. 7:30. I decided to go ahead and leave before I broke something. I grabbed my bookbag, and black messenger bag, heading out the door. My Mom was at the table having her breakfast. "See ya Mom, going to school." I announced. She waved with a smile, and I put on my sunglasses. They were big and black tinted to hide my eyes. I missed my blue eyes. They were clear like the sky, oh well.
I jumped quickly into my black Aston Martin. It had tinted windows, awesome leather seats, and was my baby. I had personalized the engine myself after buying her so she'd last longer than two years. I then jumped into my car and started heading towards the school I'd spend a year at. I was to have transferred for my last year because of technical difficulties. Course it was my fault. I saw the school easily, and as my car purred like the beautiful kitten it was I pulled into a spot. I got out silently, and headed towards the office, glancing around from behind my sunglasses. Shitty name equals shitty school. Great!
