I drove down the street to my school, which was in walking distance. I thought I'd stand out to much if I walked, though.
I parked in my usual spot- in the shade in the very far corner of the parking lot.
No one ever parked here, so my car was less likely to get damaged.
Not that it could. It was bulletproof, so nothing could really damage it except another bulletproof car, which I don't think anyone else here had.
I walked through the school entrance and heard the same comments heard the sameas usual (well, not really comments, but thoughts).
The boys' thoughts were always something like "I hope she's single" or "whoa! Look at her!" or something stupid like that.
The girls' thoughts were usually "why am I so jealous?" or "who does she think she is, walking around here like that!"
Of course, I don't really walk differently than other people.
My Aunt, Alice, looks as if she's dancing when she walks, so do many other vampires.
But I just walk normally, like any other person.
I hate it when people think about me.
It's weird: it's usually the same people who think the same things about me.
I actually quite enjoy being able to hear what people think.
When adults think about me, they usually think about how smart I am or how lucky I am to have good looks and other stuff like that.
I went through the school day with the same comments and it went pretty well.
Lunch was normal as usual. I just sat by the one friend I had made, in the corner table and didn't touch the food I got. Like always, people were thinking about me and how I never ate anything.
My one and only friend, Marie, was almost always by my side.
She, too, was a vampire, so it's not like we didn't have anything to keepsecret from each other.
She had shoulder length dark blonde hair that was always straight and her skin was as pale as mine, no surprise there.
We had every class together which made it so much better when we had to partner up on things and she sat next to me in every class.
Considering I was now an only child, it was nice to talk to someone that I can relate to- someone who's a vampire, of course.
After lunch, I had English, then Gym, and finally Social Studies.
I walked in and went to my seat in the back with Marie and got my books out as I waited for my teacher, Mrs. Robertson, to speak.
"This next week, class, we will be going back in time-not just time itself, but back on your timeline. Yes, we will be looking back at your family tree and who your ancestors were, if you hadn't already guessed by now."
I was so close to fainting it wasn't even funny, even though I knew it was impossible.
This week was going to be hell, I just knew it.
I couldn't reveal my family's secrets!
What would it come down to?
I guess I could just lie, but, usually when giving presentations to the class, it makes me so nervous to the point where I would start shaking.
Yes, I know, a vampire getting nervous over a silly presentation?
Yeah right!
Actually, I had issues with presenting even before I was a vampire. I guess that was something my mind just didn't want to give up on when I became one.
After class, Isaid good-bye to Marie and went straight to my car.
Thankfully, no-one tried to stop me.
As I drove home, I had this sense that something bad had happened, but I quickly pushed that thought out of my head. The last thing I needed was something else to worry about.
When I arrived there, I found the house boarded up and taped off with caution tape.
I didn't understand what had happened.
Apparently, my mind was trying to tell me something on my way here, but I thought it was something unimportant.
Something bad was going on.
Something really bad.
It was worse than any of my worries- the stupid project, the pitiful amount of friends I had, what those people thought about me…
No.
Something much worse.
I would have to figure out what happened, and fast, except I couldn't see Bella or Edward anywhere.
I decided to go to Marie's house to see if I could get any help there and possibly some answers.
Maybe her parents had an idea what happened.
I wasn't sure what was going on, and I didn't think I wanted to find out, but I had to.
For my parents sake, at least.