I forgot to mention the names of the goth kids, we all know who Henrietta is presumably. They're names were already released in one of the goth-related south park videos, however, "red goth" is Evan, because I think the "kindergoth" I call Pete would have a more suiting name than Firkle. That is seriously what his name is! I can't take the story seriously if I call him Firkle.
But anyways, enjoy the what ever.
I woke up groggy because I slept on a sleeping bag. My parent hadn't painted my room, so none of my stuff was in here except my box of clothes, my box of random stuff and my laptop, a sleeping bag and my ashtray. I dug around in my box of clothes and decided on fishnet tights, a cute black skirt, and a baggy, long-sleeved red and black striped shirt. I made some coffee in the kitchen and had a cup mixed with blood. Then I brushed my teeth and hair and did my make up as I contemplated hairstyles and hair dyes. After that, I put on my clunky combat boots and went to school.
I entered my English class and sat next to Kenny. "Hey, Midnight!" He said. "Hi, Kenny." I answered, still feeling a little tired. I was always tired in the morning. It's really a vampire thing, because vampires are supposed to go to sleep at this time. "You look tired." He noted. "Yeah, my parents haven't moved the furniture in my room 'cause they haven't painted it yet." I said. "Oh, what was wrong with the old paint?" He asked. "It hurts our eyes a little bit. It's too white." I said. "Are you photophobic?" He asked. "What?" I asked. I feel like I heard that term before, but I wanted him to clarify it. "It's when light makes you uncomfortable." He said. "Oh, yeah, maybe. If I am, my parents are too." I said.
The teacher silenced the class and made us read a chapter of some boring book. After about 30 minutes, he handed out a paper with questions on it and I had to re-read parts of the chapter to answer the questions 'cause it's hard for me to remember stuff when I'm tired. Luckily, we had the assignment as homework if we didn't finish it. Also, by the end of class, I wasn't as tired.
I then went to science-the class I had with Mike. He saw me come in the door and waved at me. I smiled and waved back. He was pretty nice, it was just annoying that he posed as a vampire. At least he didn't pose as a psi-vamp. I took the seat next to him, it was empty so what ever. "Hey. Vampboy." I said, teasingly. "Hey, I thought your seat was over there per se?" He asked. "I sit where ever I please." I replied.
"You're in my seat." A girl said, sounding annoyed. "No you were in my seat, keeping it warm for me before I came along." I objected. "No, this was my seat before you came along, this has been my seat all year." She argued. "Well, not anymore, obviously." I said, nonchalantly. "Mr. Garrison, she wont get out of my seat!" She tattled loudly. "Maybe you should just sit in the other seat." Mike said quietly. I rolled my eyes at him. I put on my best girly-pouty face and said, "Mr. Garrison, I think this girl is just being mean to me because I'm new here."
"Addy, don't pick on the new girl, just go sit some where else." Mr. Garrison said. Addy glared at me before turning away quickly and sitting in the other seat. "Nice, Mr. Garrison doesn't usually fall for stuff like that." Mike said quietly. "Vampire powers." I replied, winking at him for the second time. He gave me a weird look. "My friends were discussing whether or not to turn you into a vampire per se." He said. I snorted, "Yeah, how'd that go?" I asked. "Well, I told them, you're already a vampire… that there must've been vampires at your previous school per se." He answered. Now I gave him a weird look. "Why do you keep saying 'per se'?" I asked, changing the topic.
The teacher, Mr. Garrison gave us the "shut up look." So I didn't get to hear his answer. I decided to pass notes instead. What makes you a vampire anyway? I wrote and passed it to him. He wrote on the note and passed it back. The need for energy from a life force.Iwrote back; _
What? He wrote. I wrote back and we continued to pass notes. That's stupid.
How?
Vampires drink blood cause they need it, to them it's like when a human doesn't get essential nutrients in their food.
How would you know?
I hesitated before writing back. Because it's freaking common sense. Humans and vampires don't need energy that they can't make themselves. Besides, you drink cranberry tomato juice, that's not blood or psychic energy.
How is it common sense if there aren't a lot of vampires around? There's nothing wrong with cranberry tomato juice! D:
I laughed a little before writing back. Every thing is wrong with cranberry tomato juice, it's just gnarly.
No, it's pretty good.
Ugh *gag*
You're changing the subject.
It's just common sense because people just don't go around sucking blood and psychic energy because they "need" it. They're just poor, misinformed delusional people (psychopaths that are after blood.)
Mike laughed at my little comment in between the commas.Lots of people go around drinking blood and taking psychic energy.
Not the smart, sane people. I mean, seriously, do you think in the eighteen hundreds, people drank human blood and took psychic energy while witch burnings went on and survived? No, they didn't because that's stupid. The vampires actually undercooked any meat they had or hunted for animals.
Well, there were probably a couple people who did and survived.
No, there wasn't, just ask my dad. I was starting to get irritated with his stubborn excuses, I didn't even realize what I wrote until he passed the note back.
Ask your dad? What?
I scribbled on the note quickly, nervous.
Never mind.
If you say so.
The bell rang and I stuffed the note in my book bag making a mental note to burn it or some thing. "Stupid, stupid, stupid." I muttered to myself, going to the back door to smoke a cigarette. If my parents found out about this they'd be so mad. Not only that, but we'd have to move again. I had to fix this, I refuse to move again! The back door closed behind me and the goth kids were hanging out in the same spot as yesterday, smoking cigarettes. "Hey guys." I said, lighting up my cigarette and letting the mildly menthol smoke tickle my lungs. "Hey." They all said back.
"So I was thinking about what you said about being your own person, so I decided to try listening to different types of music, but it's really hard to find good music, do you have suggestions?" Henrietta asked. "Ah, well, I like Dark wave and Electronica music, like the bands, The Birthday Massacre and the Cruxshadows. I also like The Pretty Reckless." I thought aloud. "Ok, I'll try it out then." Henrietta said, nodding thoughtfully. "If you don't completely like the music, you can always Google similar bands, there's a lot of good music out there, but some times it's buried under all the masses of crap and you got to dig it out like you dig up a grave." I said. "Also, if you like metal, you should try Rammstein, it's German metal, and they're kind of funny."
We chatted about music ideas until the bell rang and I had to leave and go to math once more. Luckily, the assignment was a breeze, since, this school was a little behind and I got to sit back and listen to music and think about how to not make my vampirism obvious to Mike while every one else struggled with their homework, which didn't go over so well. I just decided it would blow over, that's how most of my school drama went before.
History was still lame. The historical people were douche bags. There was slavery, witch burning, mindless, fear-induced killing and ignorance and crappy food. I know people are supposed to learn history so we don't repeat their mistakes, but their mistakes are so dumb, it just seems inconceivable that we could possibly repeat them. If history did repeat itself, I would have to kill a bitch. I would lose hope for the human race. Luckily, time passes relatively quickly for me most of the time, so I got to go to lunch soon.
I sat next to Mike again. I seriously thought he was adorable. I didn't have a bloody sandwich today, I just packed some cookies and an apple, and Mike looked a little relieved at this. Maybe he thought I'd make him eat more blood-saturated food. Well, I still had blood in my thermos, which he eyed a little nervously, but chatted with me and his friends light-heartedly. Eventually, the topic veered off to psi-vamps, which I argued, don't exist. I told them real vampires need blood as a nutrient, not energy and that it was incredibly rude and selfish to take people's energy for their delusional fantasy of being a vampire. Which shut them up, because any of them who tried "psi-feeding" probably was trying to do it from some human with out them knowing. I tried psi-feeding and it didn't do shit, well, it made person I "fed" off of really tired, but otherwise, didn't do anything.
Vampires have more advanced psychic abilities most of the time, but it's not used in place of blood. I asked my mom about it, she told me she's tried it too, but it didn't work for her and asked my dad about it too, because he turned her several years back and he told her psi-feeding was for the stupid.
"That's not really blood in your thermos, is it?" A boy asked. "No, it's totally tomato juice. Well, why don't you try it and tell me what you think?" I teased. "Fine, I'll try it." He declared. "Hey, I was kidding, get your own damn tomato juice." I said before chugging the rest of my blood. A couple people snickered and the boy just gave me an annoyed look. "Tomato juice doesn't grow on trees." I scolded. Mike chuckled.
When the bell rang, Mike walked me to class. "That's not actually tomato juice, per se." He stated. "What? Of course not, tomato juice is disgusting!" I said. He laughed. "Yeah, but that isn't exactly the point, per se." He pointed out. The only points I see is those plastic vampire teeth hiding behind those cute lips of yours." I said, making him blush. "I don't think you're lying about your 'vampire facts' per se." He said, trying to not let my flirting distract him. I rolled my eyes. "Who knows, vampires don't actually exist you know." I said. Before giving him a little smile and wave before disappearing behind my class door.
I forgot how fun it was to flirt. Maybe if I flirt with Mike he'll get too distracted to remember that I'm a creepy vampire. So that was my plan. The LOOK A DISTRACTION tactic. I was pretty good at it some times. Actually, I was so absorbed in my plans that art class went by pretty fast. Even PE wasn't irritating either, but I really needed to find my old gym clothes.
After PE I checked my phone. Michael texted me. "Meet us ihop?" I texted, "Sure." Then started walking there and lit up a cigarette while I was at it. As if cancer actually gives vampires cancer, pushaw.
I went in the ihop, seeing my new peers at the same table as yesterday. I ordered a coffee with them, and I noticed that a few of them decided to put creamer in their coffees. I decided to put some strawberry syrup in my coffee. I have a thing for strawberries, you see. They all gave me a weird look. "What? Variety is the spice of life." I said before sipping my coffee. It had a tinge of strawberry taste, but the syrup wasn't very strong. Evan grabbed the hazelnut syrup and put it in his coffee. "Nice choice." I said, approvingly. "You guys hungry?" I asked. It was a mixture of yeah and kind of. "Well, what ever, let's get food any way." I said.
I got one of their chocolate covered cake things that was covered in chocolate syrup. I was too distracted by my chocolate cake thing to take note of what they got. "The amount of chocolate on that looks incredibly nauseating." Evan said. "Yeah, it looks like they went overboard." Henrietta agreed. "Pff, you guys are just not used to taking the risk of getting diabetes as much as I am." I said. I stuffed a chocolaty-gooey awesome cake in my mouth. By the time I was done, I was full and nauseous from all that sugar. "Ugh." I groaned. "The great risk-taker can't handle a little sugar?" Michael teased. "You eat one… stupid human…" I grumbled, making them chuckle. "I can feel the diabetes." I said. Though, I am pretty sure vampires can't get diabetes.
"Let's just go outside and you can get fresh air and smoke." Pete said. " Okay." I said. I made my reluctant body move. The sun was starting to go down. The air did help a little. The cigarette was kind of a distraction. After a while of chatting, I decided to go home. I would sleep off the sugar crap.
When I got home, my dad told me they finished painting my room and I could start moving in my stuff tomorrow, which got me a little excited. At dinner, my mom made fried chicken. "So how was school?" My mom asked. "Decent enough. I have a little bit of English homework tonight. Also, I am taking a liking to the vamp kid I talked about yesterday. I'm pretty sure he knows that he's not actually a vampire, so it doesn't bug me too much." I said. "Well that's good. What about those other kids, the goth ones you talked about?" She asked. "We discussed kinds of music during the ten-minute break and at ihop." I said. "I'm glad you're making friends so easily." My mom said before taking a bite of her fried chicken.
Though, I still felt sick from sugar, I ate some fried chicken too, because fried chicken is delicious. My mom likes to say it's the black genes passed down from her mother, but even if every one in my family was white, I was pretty sure chicken would still be delicious. Especially when my mom cooks it. My mom is an awesome cook.
Also, I forgot to mention that both of my parents are Goths too. They're just not hard-core Goths with twenty piercings and anarchy shirts. I'd say 'civilized goths' but I think they just grew out of that phase a while ago. They do dress up like vampires, sorcerers, necromancers and all sorts of dark things for Halloween. It's great.
After dinner I did my English homework, which was much easier now that it wasn't the morning anymore. I some times couldn't wait until I was done with school, so I could get a Graveyard shift job. When I finished my homework I smoked a cigarette before going to bed. At least I could have my actual bed tomorrow.
