The hallways were long and depressing in my strange school. More people appeared to be disappearing by the day. The first day, they were calm and quiet, with covering hairstyles over their heads. By the end of the day, they seemed to be insane and crazy, rushing toward their cars and running away from everyone before they left. The next day, they were gone, never to be seen again. I had one idea, an idea that I soon wanted to experience, vampyres. I didn't care about the whole death thing or any drawbacks to being a vampyre. I wanted that life. I was already excluded enough from my so-called friends as a human so vampyrism seemed like a good way to go. I had heard of this school on vampyre tracking websites, called the House of Night. It seemed interesting and new, something exciting. How was I, Ariel Strong, supposed to do anything like that. I was just some boring High School girl from Texas, and my accent wasn't hard to detect. Little did I know, everything was about to change forever.
I was walking out of geometry class, book in hand, toward my locker. Soon, out of the corner of my eye, I spotted an oddly pale man who was unusually tall and lean. His hair was jet black, only making his skin look more pale than he already was. His eyes, possibly the only bright thing about him, were shiny baby blue. I felt a slight burning sensation inside my skull. As the terrible migraine like pain faded away, he disappeared. I never saw that man again. I opened my eyes widely and began to rub them, as if earlier was a dream. After all, that's all it felt like, a distant dream. I ran for the bathroom, hoping that this was my moment. Hoping that this was my wish. I quickly jolted toward the mirror on the wall, not caring who sees me like this, and stared at my facial reflection. Just above my right, ocean blue eyes was what I was hoping for. It was a bluish tattoo design like a swirl, surrounding my eyes and cradling the entire right side of my face. I was marked. I normally wouldn't have done this, but I decided to brush my long, grown out, blood red bangs over my eyes, covering my tattoo. Luckily, due to the fact that I was incredibly short for my age, being 5'2" at age 16, nobody noticed me on a regular basis. I could easily flee the school without anyone looking at my mark or talking to me.
I was standing by the bathroom door as I felt a sense of relief. The school bell rang, allowing us to get out of this place and go home. I strolled toward my car. The migraine pain was back. "It's the sun" I told myself quietly. I had before studied this type of thing on the internet so I kind of knew what I was talking about. I reached for my bag, pulling out a few tablets of Ibuprofen and popping them into my mouth. Pain pills always seemed to help me, no matter how weak. I carefully sat in my car, as I slid my white sunglasses to my eyes and drove off toward my house, desperate to share the news. I just new my parents would hate me for it, only making this more exciting.