The following week after the teacher's conference

Since my eyes were the normal brown and I seemed to have a good amount of control over the thirst for human blood Aaron allowed me to go to school on that Monday morning. The day dawned bright and early at 6:00 with no hint of being cloudy. Of course, this being the case, Aaron wore his usual blood red hoodie, reflective sunglasses and black Wrangler® jeans with black sneakers, while I wore a jean material mini skirt and a black tunic with a silver lace trim as well as knee high black leather boots. When we got ready to leave the house he just looked at me and mumbled under his breath.

"What was that"? I asked him sweetly.

"Nothing, I was just saying how beautiful you look on this glorious morning".

"Sure you were; you remember I can read your thoughts? And we both know that is not what you really were saying, is that not right baby"?

He sighed and nodded, "got me again', he chuckled, 'come here', he wrapped me in his arms, 'I said lucky little wrench, I wish I could still get away with short sleeves".

"There now, is it not so much better to tell the truth than to be caught in a lie and have to admit it?" I kissed him on the cheek and then turned to walk out of the door, swinging my hips the whole way.

He followed me with a grin on his face and his eyes locked on my butt and then we got into his black Ford F-150 4X4, he stuck his key in the ignition, started the truck and we went to school.

We arrived at school and found a parking spot. Aaron cut the engine and then came around to my door at what would to the other students appear to be a normal human pace, but of course for him it was a dull pace. I thanked him and then we started toward the entrance to the main high school building.

Our first class was Spanish Two but we did not sit together. I sat in the last seat on the last row, the row closet to the teacher's desk. Aaron sat in the third seat of the second row from the door. There were four seats in each row. Our teacher's name was Ms. Robinson, but everyone affectionately called her 'Little Miss' because she was short. She was a fun teacher and everyone in the school, students and faculty alike loved her. After Spanish I had Algebra Two and Aaron had Economics. Our schedule was as follows; Geometry for me and Drama for Aaron third, fourth period Computer in which Aaron and I sat together, then Religion while Aaron was in English, then we both had lunch, sixth period was English for me and Geography for Aaron, finally seventh period Aaron and I had study hall together where we also would sit together and then at three school was let out for the day.

May 2006

As finals got closer we would spend more time apart, I studying and Aaron hunting since I did not seem to need to hunt as much as he did. He would go and collect blood for me while I stayed at my house to keep up the appearance of normalcy for my mother's sake. As May approached my mom kept asking Aaron what he had planned for the next year, like what college he wanted to go to and other such boring questions. He kept answering that he was as yet unsure of where he was going to go. She would just shake her head and put of the questioning till a later date and then start badgering him again. I could see it was working on his nerves and so I took to keeping them apart as much as possible. I knew he did not like to be rude but my mother was never one to beat around the bush when she had a point to get across, Lord I miss her sometimes but it is only on very rare occasions. I often chuckle at her memory and wonder how she is doing without me, if she only knew where and what her precious daughter really was and what she was up to she might not be doing so well. Well, back to my story.

May twenty third of 2006 finally arrived, of course Aaron graduated with honors and I being the faithful girlfriend attended. I had asked my mother the week before if I could attend a party at Aaron's house and she had granted her permission. I sad to say, or so my mom would later say, would not return that night. Aaron and I were going to elope that night to Europe with the plan to not return to Memphis or the States inside of the next century. I can only imagine my mother's reaction when she did not find me in my room nor was able to get hold of me by Aaron's house phone. She did not have his cell number nor mine since my phone had recently been bought for me by Aaron as a present in celebration of us being together for a full month. We would later use an alias to leak it to the papers that we had died in a car crash at the fault of a drunk driver.