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DISCLAIMER- Darren - "Kexy Kewl! What a surprise!"

Me - "Yea, I know!"

Darren- "Publish it that you don't own my work or I'll bite your bones, throw you like a short-put ball and sue all the accounts you make on fan fiction. I will also drink your blood!" *grins evily, speaks threatningly*

Me- I swear by myself that I don't own Cirque du Freak Series! Aahaaa! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Dear new Diary,

I am Aadela Felix, fourteen year old. I am not an avid diary-writer, but I am beginning to think since today that it is a healthy way of venting out your anger and at the same time, keeping your inexpressible feelings to your own. I am kind of an with the exception that I'm intelligent, friendly and kind and I like sports, especially rugby. Not flattering myself or exaggerating, I can safely describe myself as pretty, rich and happy. I am not a feminist, though many consider me to be. In fact, I'm critical of both feminists and chauvinists because I feel that both men and women equally need to live in and run the world. I'm an animal lover, my major interest is dogs. Dogs too, adore me. I don't believe in best friends and groups – I'm of the neutral party. I have a twin brother, and naturally, he's in the same grade as me and even the same section, because we're in a special section specifically meant for toppers. My mom's name is Priya, Dad's Sam, Brother's Saiansh, dog's Choco (because he is chocolate coloured) and cat's Selvie. I also have a cousin named Cher (pronounced as Sher) who shares a bittersweet relationship with me unlike my brother's. My brother and I are on really good terms almost always. Cher is aloof and strong, with a lot of common sense (which is uncommon these days). He is the one who taught me rugby. I love my friends, my family and my life. The one and the only thing I hate about my family – and vice-versa – is that they indulge in orthodox practices. Not like witchcraft or voodoo but hunting – Vampire Hunting.

I mean, it's so ridiculous! We're people of modern times, rich and wealthy enterprisers, and my family believes in this crap. I don't believe in vampires myself, and neither in creatures like fairies, elves, or witches, for that matter. I sit here, penning down furiously whatever comes into my mind, because as I came back from school today, I saw my brother was missing even though he had gone much earlier than me. I asked my mother. Hesitance followed. I realised that my brother had gone to a little 'trip', for he was a deeply passionate vampire hunter. It is said that it was our traditional side-job besides living a normal life, and that half the vampires dead were all thanks to us. My father also says that we are very distantly related to many of the nobility. But I know all that is true and all that is myth – garlic, crosses, water are just items of daily utility to any vampire as they are to us. There are many more, but I don't care to mention here. Let this aspect of my life be mundane. The strange thing is, though, that there were sightings of many killings, with strange markings and properties at least once a year around a ten-mile radius from my habitat.

I am grey-blue eyed, a complexion more towards the lightly tanned side and light-brown, slightly wavy hair. My lips aren't full, but are thin and have a nice shape. My eyes and lips are naturally well defined. My nose is straight and very slightly curved out at the end.

Now as I think my anger has vented out, so I'm finding filling this introductory page boring. So, Diary, I'll write in you soon. At least I can consider you a person when I am filling you out, contrary to what they say in school.

AFadela