Warning! The following is the property of Vancha March, who doesn't know that I have published his journal on the internet, so DON'T TELL HIM! Spilling the secret to him may result in torture, insults, lots of swearing, and getting pie shoved in your face. If you're keen on that, goo for you, but don't tell him regardless, because i'm pretty sure he won't like it.
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Summary: Random stuff that makes up Vancha's everyday life. Extremely stupid, and generally useless, so be prepared for that. Nothing important happens at all. There's no plot. I just wrote this to pass time, and I trust you are only reading it to pass time. And sorry for OOC-ness. (It's intended!)
Title: Vancha's Journal
#1
It was 2:00 pm yesterday when I was in the bathroom eating a sandwich, and out of the corner of my eye I saw a box with Darren's name on it. "He doesn't live here!" I said to myself as if anyone would care where Darren lived! Heh heh... Sarcasm...
I have no idea why there was a package for Darren in my bathtub. I don't use the bathtub at all, and it seems like a nice place to keep stuff! I will look into that.
But anyway, I wanted to save the box for when Darren came to visit, but I was really curious! I am not a bad person, so I will wait for Darren to visit before I will open anything. Hey, who knows it might be a really cool gift, and I can say I got it for him even though I didn't. But I suppose if I am going to lie about getting him a gift I may as well just open it! I have nothing to lose! But as I said, I am not a bad person.
#2
It's been two weeks since my last entry, and Darren has come to visit. Finally, a chance to learn what was in the box! I showed him the box and told him it was from me, and he believed me, and I learned that wasn't a good thing, because I also lacked the knowledge of what was actually IN the box.
Darren was convinced it was some sort of sick joke, because what was actually in the box was another box with a diamond ring and a piece of paper along with the ring that read "Will you marry me?". That freaked him out, and I told him it wasn't actually me who got him the gift.
He didn't believe me! I told him I wasn't one to get a gift for people, even the ones I do want to marry. I am guessing that the gift belonged to a person that lived in the hotel before me, and he forgot to take it with him. (Strange coincidence his name would have to be Darren!)
It is strange for me to live in a hotel room. Darren pointed that out to me yesterday though I already knew it. He is staying on the couch. He told me Alice Burgess and Debbie Hemlock would be coming for a while, and that I am excited for! I am not sure yet how long they will be staying, but hopefully for a long while... if the luck of the vampires is with me!
#3
Debbie Hemlock was first to arrive, then a few days later Alice. Debbie looked as beautiful as ever, and when I told her that she stomped on my foot. I just laughed at her usual response to EVERYTHING I say, then turned around and frowned, as usual. Sometimes, she can be a pain.
I wonder what her reason not to like me is... I mean, she likes me, but she doesn't LIKE me. I was thinking it was the fact that I am a vampire, but if she likes Darren, I don't think she minds vampires.
Then I thought, it could be my age, I am over 300 years old now, but I don't think that could be the reason. Darren still looks only seventeen! I don't look a day over thirty-five! Maybe forty, but that's not the point!
I once asked Debbie why she didn't like me in that way, she said something I couldn't understand, I think it was girl-language, because Alice translated to me that it meant I smelled like a sock. Sure, I haven't taken a shower since spring, but she doesn't have to be so harsh! Maybe taking a shower will get her to like me better. I will try. But I have to empty the stuff out of the bathtub first!
#4
The shower idea partly worked! Debbie sat next to me at breakfast, or supper on her part. She didn't mind sitting next to me and she didn't pretend to barf, like she usually does.
She commented on me not smelling, which is a good sign. I don't think it will lead to anything so I might as well not try, so maybe in time things will change. But I doubt it. For now, I will just have to go with the flow...
I have been thinking a lot lately about why I have a journal in the first place. I am still not sure, I just thought it would be a good idea to write down what happens to me, even if the circumstances of the situation have nothing to do with the events taking place at he current time. (I know, big words, they bother me too. Alice told me I should be more sophisticated, and so far, it is worse than the Hall of Death!)
But, I want to use my journal to use as a dream book type thing, and maybe look back at the book in a hundred years or so (assuming I will actually be alive then) and think about how stupid I was then.
If you want me to continue, leave a review saying you want me to continue. If you don't want me to continue, leave a review begging me not to continue. simple as that! If this Fanfic sounds completely stupid and just really bad compared to my other fics, I wrote this at the middle of the 6th grade, so I wasn't as good as writing then as I am now. (Sure, I just started 7th grade, but I have improved a ton!) Now that I have succeeded to bore you to death, review! Tiredness! G'night people of earth and beyond. Oh yeah, and I'm getting a hurricane! I hope I live! Hasta lasagna!
-Mae :3