Disclaimer- I do not own Twilight or anything related to it. Though I still don't understand why Twilight is categorized as 'horror'.

After the next few days, the math classroom began to change. First of all, Mr. Cullen decided to be 'eco-friendly' and what-not and lowered the thermostat in the room so it was colder inside than outside. My classmates began to bring gloves and scarfs with them. Then the shutters were closed on the windows so it was darker and seemed sort of closed off from the rest of the world. I wondered if he hated sunlight or something and that's why he was so pale. So one day, mustering all the courage I had, I bluntly asked him why.

Now that I look back, I was kind of rude and insensitive. "Why are you so pale?" I asked during study hall.

He glanced at me and replied, "It's a pigment deficiency; a form of albinism." His voice was odd in a way and sent shivers up my spine.

"Is that why your eyes are that color?" I pushed farther. He seemed uncomfortable when I asked this.

"Yes, and now go back to studying. I don't have time for these impertinent questions." He then left and the bell rang.

At home, I asked my sister what 'impertinent' meant. Apparently it means 'exceeding the limits of propriety or good manners or improperly forward or bold.' I really didn't understand that very well, but I got the point.

One day, Mr. Hoffman told us that our student teacher would not be arriving today. Ben, realizing what this meant, jumped up and promptly opened the shutters. Light streamed in and someone sighed. I smiled, knowing that now I could finally see something. Suddenly, the door swung open. Edward Cullen walked into the light and sparkled. He held up his hand to his eyes, shielding himself. But as the light touched his skin, it glittered, like Tinkerbell had arrived. I stared, open-mouthed, wondering how this was even possible. Mr. Cullen looked like the emo geek type, not the emo fairy type.

"Close it!" he commanded with that weird voice again. Ben jumped up again and pulled it closed. He looked embarrassed and looked away. The student teacher entered the room again and I noticed his face was flushed red. He looked nervous or maybe he went on a run or something.

"I will not be here tomorrow, and I expect to find the shutters closed. Never open them again." He narrowed his eyes. "Okay?"

Mr. Hoffman nodded hastily, "Of course Mr. Cullen." The door shut and Mr. Hoffman glared at all of us. I felt that the student teacher was more in charge than the teacher.

"I am disappointed in all of you. I should report to the principal, but being the nice person I am, I will just give you three times the homework." Mr. Hoffman declared.

"What?!" Jonathon accidentally shouted out loud.

"What did you say?" My math teacher slowly turned around. I could tell that he wanted to kill Jonathon on the spot.

"Nothing sir." I have never heard Jonathon say 'sir', but I guess he was trying to get some favor out of Mr. Hoffman.

"Good, now get to work." He started to print out piles and piles of paper and stapled them together. I looked back to my classwork and sighed. I did the first three problems and then resorted to other measures. I stole a few glances at the paper next to me and scribbled copied answers down. Ben didn't notice and I hoped he was correct as my paper was collected.

The rest of school was a blur. I wanted to get home early to finish my extra homework, because I could never cheat in the same room as my mom. She watches me like a hawk. As I did my dreaded work, wheels turned in my head. It was like trying to put puzzle pieces together, but you don't have all the pieces and have no idea what the outcome will be. Why did Edward Cullen sparkle? Is it really albinism? And why is he so reclusive? I turned these thoughts in my head over and over. I put my finished homework away and sat in my room, absent-mindedly petting Geo. We had two dogs: Geo and Hermes. Geo ,who is my dog, is a German shepherd I got from the local pound. Hermes is a greyhound mix that my sister, Nicole, got from a breeder.

I sighed, and my eyes drifted to a book on the stairs. I recognized it as my sister's and it was titled Dracula. A light bulb popped into my head and I smiled. I dashed back to my room and sat at my desk. I turned on my laptop and started to type as fast as I could. I got on to the Google search engine and typed in 'vampire'. I scrolled through websites and clicked on some of them. I realized that if Mr. Cullen was a vampire, he had to drink blood.

I opened a new tab and entered eBay. I quickly typed in 'vampire slaying kit', not wanting to spend anymore time than I needed too, and waited eagerly for results. I clicked on the first one and looked at the price. $29.00 plus shipping, $2, would be thirty-one dollars. I stopped and frowned. Slightly expensive for my standards, but the thought of parasite people walking around instantly changed my mind. I created my account and bought it. I leaned back, content, and smiled.

This was my first step in becoming a professional vampire slayer.