I stared into the mirror before me. It's been a hundred years and I still cant believe what I've become. On my 17th birthday I was out for a walk when I was plucked from the sidewalk and dragged behind an abandoned building. All I remember is the pain of my transformation, from the bite on my neck to the burning fire throughout my body for a full three days. When I awoke I was alone, under an abandoned truck.

Dazed, I made my way back home. As I stepped in the door, everything flooded back to me, the walk, the bite, and the pain. I felt a deep burn in my throat that I quickly fought back. For one-hundred years I had fought the urge to drink human blood. I resorted to hunting animals in the near-by forest.

I stopped reminising after seeing the time, grabbed my backpack, and headed out the door. On my way to school I stopped at Sharons house and we finished our trek up the hill to the high school. Sharon and I said our good-byes and we headed to our next classes.

Upon entering the classroom I knew something had changed, I could feel the mood shift in the the atmosphere. Glancing around, I spotted the difference. There he was, sitting ever-so-quietly in his desk placed curiously close to mine. I breathlessly made my way to my seat and sat down, ready for class to begin.