English. Gosh. Like I want to go. Charlie already caught me skipping my classes when he came home early one day. Now, he told my teachers to call him if I don't show up to a class. I used to like English. Now...... now I just can't take it. Everything reminds me of the Cull-them.

So I now I have to walk to my classes.... alone. Alone walking to my classes. With no one by my side. Alone. Before Ed-he used to walk me to all of my classes. Now I'm just..... alone.

At least the teacher is new. That is okay. But she is just a way to enthusiastic, fresh out of collage teacher. I don't pay attention anyway. Not even look up from my desk. For all I know, she could be a vamp-one of them.

"Students!" my teacher called as I sat down in my seat. "Guess what!" …..... she is WAY to enthusiastic. This only meant one thing. Either a project, or we are starting a new subject. Either way, BAD.

The class groaned. "Now, shush students, shush. I think you will like this one." she said with a smirk. "WE ARE WRITING POETRY!!" The class groaned again.

"And.... It gets better than that!!!" she said passing out a paper. "You are going to write a song from that poetry!!!! Here are your instructions." The class cheered.

She went over the instructions. She said that we had 5 weeks to finish the project.

She just had to go over the fact that she thought that 6 weeks were to long and she thought that 4 weeks were two short.

First, we write a poem. It has to be about us. We can't copy a song we hear from the radio or something like that. Then, we add the music to it. It has to be in that order, so it won't be one of those songs that has no meaning to it. She said that if we could play an instrument it would be preferable, but we can also use a program that the school computers have to add the background music.

Lucky that Ed-he taught me a little of the piano before they left. Also my dad had me take a few lessons of guitar to try to get me out of my funk. It didn't work.

I think that I might actually like this project.

"Now students. You will sing it in front of the class and no one, I mean KNOW ONE make fun of someone for their singing." Ms...... I looked at her desk. Ms. Clay, wow. I looked up at her.

I looked up at her. She seemed pleased because she wore a big smile. She was petite (even shorter than I was. She wore a perky smile with an olive skin tone. She had long brown hair. Just how I'd expect her to be. She only looked from 19 to 21.

"Well, well well Isabella! I guess that I finally caught your attention!!! I knew sooner or later that you would look up so I could see your beautiful face!!" she kept rambling. I blushed. "Well, since you've been paying attention, I guess you want to do the project?"

I nodded. "Yes, Ms. Clay"

"Okay. Well, I have a feeling that we will become friends! And call me Abby." she whisper-yelled the last part. She went back to the class who were starring at me, actually paying attention."Class, there is nothing to see here!!!! You all should be thinking about ideas for your project."

They were all just shocked that I let my guard down and actually had a semi- conversation with someone.... even though she did all the talking.

After class I walked by her desk and noticed her eyes. Bright Gold. I stopped.

"Y-you're a vampire??" I asked in what sounded more like a question.

She was in shock. When she recovery she said "Who believes in vampires. Silly, silly Isabella. You have a wild imagination." You could tell that she had a hard time lying even being a vampire.

"No. It's not my imagination, I've known other vampires." She looked surprised again.

"How would you know other vampires?" She saw my face drop.

"Okay, something about you makes me want to trust you." I said and told her my story.

A/N: HOPE YOU LIKE IT!!!

-Mell-Bell