Saturday, August 14
Back at school on Monday. They call it Rosewood Academy— I call it an
asylum. Andy calls it the bane of her existence, and I'm with her on that one.
Why someone would decide that a fifteen year old should be required to take
French in school every Wednesday and Thursday, beats me. But, as I have stated
many, many times, much of life is a mystery to me. Like Miss Stamp's lack of a
sense of humor, for instance. Or my twin sister, Olivia.
Anyway, I decided to start a journal out of sheer boredom. Being a vampire is
not as exciting as one might think. Nor is being a prince I figure once I fill
this thing up, I can leave it in the human world for some mortal to find. I
occasionally travel to human cities with my family. I always like them a lot,
but I'll just say this: Froot Loops. What were you thinking?
…Although I suppose you could just say "B-minus type blood" in reply, and I
can't argue with you there. If you happen to be a newbie vampire, then here's
a tip: don't put such sour blood in something that's supposed to be sweet. You
will regret it.