All of the characters so far are mine.
Chapter 1:
School… Joy
Hmm…" I said as I ran a brush through my blood-red hair. Today was the day I started school. In all of my years as a vampire, I'd never given any consideration into blending in. That's hard for a vampire to do. We don't get old, and we are too pale to pass as human. "Why am I even bothering with this?"
"Because people are starting to talk. You show up in a small town with no family and you don't even enroll in school!" Anastasia said, walking into the room. Her curly, jet-black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her chocolate-brown eyes were oddly piercing. She pulled a curl out of her ponytail and let it hang loosely in her eyes.
She was my best friend. She stood at five-foot-eight, much taller than my five-foot-four, and she was eternally eighteen. I sighed.
"So what grade did you put me in?" I asked.
"Ninth," she said. "You're fourteen, so that seemed like a good place to start."
That was true. I've been fourteen since 1892, when I was transformed.
"Are you ready?" she asked.
"As ready as I'll ever be."
Period 1: English
"Class," Mrs. Webber said, "this is Mary Rose. She's new to Stars Hallow High, and I want you all to make her feel welcome." She gave me a book, and I took a seat in the back.
"Hi!" whispered the blonde girl sitting next to me. "I'm Leslie!"
I cringed. Her voice was shrill, even when she whispered, and I could tell she was a prep. Her bright blue eyes swam in secrets, and she smelled so sweet. She must have done something wrong. Judging by the huge bags under her eyes and the vagueness in them, I could tell she was probably drinking and partying the night before. She smelled like my victims, an enemy, but I knew I couldn't hurt her. Not here, not now, I'd wait until later.
Period 2: Biology
Mrs. Price was a quiet teacher. I felt bad for the human students. There was no way they could here her unless they had the ears of a dog… or a vampire.
The class was pretty basic. I had a hard time, though, because Mrs. Price didn't seal her capsules well enough and I had to deal with the smell of the blood that was inside of them. I didn't breathe, not at all, even though it is one of the most uncomfortable things ever. I was out of there the moment the bell rang.
Period 3: Gym
I watched as a group of girls played soccer. Gym was all girls because the school was so small. I watched the game from the corner because the teacher, Mrs. Cook, didn't want me to have to play because it was my first day.
I noticed two girls talking out to the side. I was obvious that they weren't very athletic because no one passed to them. One of the girls had dark-green eyes and curly sand-colored hair. The other girl had chocolate-colored straight hair and brownish-green eyes.
They talked in hushed tones about how idiotic the cheerleaders looked at the last game. I took a guess at football. They looked kind of preppy, but not as much as that Leslie girl. The blonde noticed me looking at them and stared at me. The brunette followed suit. The blonde muttered something about rain clouds and the brunette laughed.
Class ended and they walked over to me.
"Hi!" the hyperactive-looking brunette said. "My name is Beth, and this is Cara." I smiled at her. "You're Mary, right?"
I nodded.
"Nice to meet you, Mary," Cara said, politely.
"You, too," I replied.
I noticed Beth staring at me through squinted eyes.
"How much make-up do you use?" she asked. "You have seriously gothic eyes! And your skin! How did you get it so white?"
I sighed. On the first day of school the humans said to me… "I don't sleep much, and the sun hurts my eyes." I left it at that, even though I really don't use any make-up at all. "Um… I've got to get going." With that, I left for my next class.
Period 4: Geometry
I sighed as Mr. Wright finished up his notes. That gave us over a half hour to do that night's homework. Wow… these guys must be stupid I looked at the problems. Cake! I did them all in my head and wrote them down in less than a minute. This is so easy! School… no sweat!
"Hey!" I looked up to see a blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy sitting next to me. "What did you get for number sixteen?"
"Twenty-five," I said. I pulled out a sheet of paper and began to sketch out a picture. As I drew, I began to recognize the picture. I was hit with an overwhelming sense of déjà vu. On the sheet, there was….
A/N: Ha! A cliff hanger! I'm on a role so expect an update soon. Please review! Thanks for reading!
:) MRTNW
