Normal. That's one thing I'll never get to be again. Suddenly, on
my sixteenth birthday, some guy comes to my house and tells me that I'm a
vampire slayer. I ask him if I can opt not to be and sort of laugh
because... Vampires? They're not real! At least that's what I thought.
That birthday was Hell. My dad died and so did my watcher guy. I guess I
should start from the beginning.
~*~*~
"Rayne, honey! Hurry up! You're going to be late for school again!" Dad called from the bottom of the stairs. He had to drive me to school on his way to work everyday. I think he's really worried about himself being late and not so much me.
"I'm almost finished Daddy!" I shouted back. I ran back into the bathroom from my bedroom and checked my hair and make up one last time. Then I grabbed my books and my jacket and hurried down the stairs.
"How's my make up, Daddy?" I asked good humoredly. I knew he couldn't tell the difference between make up and no make up, but I always asked anyway.
"Oh! It's beautiful, Honey," He said as he ushered me out the door. We jumped into his silver Chrysler Pacifica and drove off.
"Only one week!" Daddy said. I looked at him funny.
"Until what?" I asked.
"Rayney! One week until your Sweet Sixteen! Have you decided who you're going to invite?" He asked. He wasn't really curious, he was just trying to start on conversation.
"I don't know. Maria and Sandra definitely. Probably Mark and Dave, depending on if they're fighting with Maria and Sandra or not. I want to invite this new guy. His name is Evan," I smiled shyly.
"Do you have a crush on this guy?" My dad smiled at me.
"I don't know. It's only the second week of school. But he's in some of my classes. He's so adorable though! He's got these amazing blue eyes! Oh Daddy! If only you were a woman!" I laughed.
"Right. Sorry I can't be. There's always Angela, though," He smiled wickedly. He knew that I hated his girl friend, Angela.
"C'mon now! She's evil! She hates me! She's jealous of me or something! I don't know. She's too young for you. She's only twenty-six! She's not even old enough to pretend to be my mother!" I couldn't stand her. In everything that she did, she wanted to be better than me. She'd already tried to steal all of my friends. I was only in high school!
"I don't know. Maybe you'll grow to love her. I know I have. She just... It takes time," He said sympathetically. I hated when he went on about Angela just trying to fit in or something. The woman was gorgeous. Her body could get her anything! Her mind on the other hand... That was something that needed work.
We pulled up to the school and I quickly jumped out of the car before he fully stopped.
"Rayne Marie!" He cried.
"Sorry Daddy! I'm in a hurry! Love ya, gotta go, bye!" I closed the door and hurried into the school. I was already running a little late and I still had things to do before I went to class.
I came up to my locker and began the combination. When I got it open, I looked in my mirror to make sure everything was still in place. My make up was still nice and my reddish blonde hair was still in place. That was a shocker!
"Rayne!" I heard a voice call. I turned around to see my best friends, Maria Santiago and Sandra Anderson standing behind me.
"That skirt looks so good on you!" Sandra complimented. I was wearing a black skirt with a burgundy shirt.
"Thanks! Yours is nice too!" I replied. She was wearing a white skirt with a pink shirt. The outfit completely matched her blonde hair and light complexion.
"What about Maria?" Maria said, feeling left out. She wore a dark green spaghetti strapped dress that stopped just above her knees. Her outfit matched her darker Hispanic skin.
"You always look beautiful!" I said. "Let's get going though. I'm late!"
"You're always late." Sandra looked at me like I was stupid.
"Yeah... But I have things to do before I go to class!" I cried.
"Like what?" Maria asked curiously. I closed my locker and began walking toward the gym
"I have to talk to Coach Kerry because I didn't get my uniform yesterday! I can't see her after school because she's leaving early to get her hair done! You guys go to class. Make up some excuse for me, okay?" I looked at them hopefully.
"Sure. Your dad got a flat tire at the corner of Johnson St. and Walker Ave!" Maria cried.
"Stupid! That's a block away from the school! Her legs aren't broken! She could've walked!" Sandra yelled. Maria looked discouraged.
"Sure! Tell him that. I don't care. I gotta go!" I ran down the hall and continued to the gym
~*~*~
Things had been so different. Cheerleading... friends. I had a life back then. If only I could still worry about trivial things like that. How's my hair? Is my make up still good? Does my outfit look cute and preppy or whorish and slutty? It still matters some, but I don't have time to take it into consideration. Oh well. But there's still more before we get to that.
~*~*~
"Rayne, honey! Hurry up! You're going to be late for school again!" Dad called from the bottom of the stairs. He had to drive me to school on his way to work everyday. I think he's really worried about himself being late and not so much me.
"I'm almost finished Daddy!" I shouted back. I ran back into the bathroom from my bedroom and checked my hair and make up one last time. Then I grabbed my books and my jacket and hurried down the stairs.
"How's my make up, Daddy?" I asked good humoredly. I knew he couldn't tell the difference between make up and no make up, but I always asked anyway.
"Oh! It's beautiful, Honey," He said as he ushered me out the door. We jumped into his silver Chrysler Pacifica and drove off.
"Only one week!" Daddy said. I looked at him funny.
"Until what?" I asked.
"Rayney! One week until your Sweet Sixteen! Have you decided who you're going to invite?" He asked. He wasn't really curious, he was just trying to start on conversation.
"I don't know. Maria and Sandra definitely. Probably Mark and Dave, depending on if they're fighting with Maria and Sandra or not. I want to invite this new guy. His name is Evan," I smiled shyly.
"Do you have a crush on this guy?" My dad smiled at me.
"I don't know. It's only the second week of school. But he's in some of my classes. He's so adorable though! He's got these amazing blue eyes! Oh Daddy! If only you were a woman!" I laughed.
"Right. Sorry I can't be. There's always Angela, though," He smiled wickedly. He knew that I hated his girl friend, Angela.
"C'mon now! She's evil! She hates me! She's jealous of me or something! I don't know. She's too young for you. She's only twenty-six! She's not even old enough to pretend to be my mother!" I couldn't stand her. In everything that she did, she wanted to be better than me. She'd already tried to steal all of my friends. I was only in high school!
"I don't know. Maybe you'll grow to love her. I know I have. She just... It takes time," He said sympathetically. I hated when he went on about Angela just trying to fit in or something. The woman was gorgeous. Her body could get her anything! Her mind on the other hand... That was something that needed work.
We pulled up to the school and I quickly jumped out of the car before he fully stopped.
"Rayne Marie!" He cried.
"Sorry Daddy! I'm in a hurry! Love ya, gotta go, bye!" I closed the door and hurried into the school. I was already running a little late and I still had things to do before I went to class.
I came up to my locker and began the combination. When I got it open, I looked in my mirror to make sure everything was still in place. My make up was still nice and my reddish blonde hair was still in place. That was a shocker!
"Rayne!" I heard a voice call. I turned around to see my best friends, Maria Santiago and Sandra Anderson standing behind me.
"That skirt looks so good on you!" Sandra complimented. I was wearing a black skirt with a burgundy shirt.
"Thanks! Yours is nice too!" I replied. She was wearing a white skirt with a pink shirt. The outfit completely matched her blonde hair and light complexion.
"What about Maria?" Maria said, feeling left out. She wore a dark green spaghetti strapped dress that stopped just above her knees. Her outfit matched her darker Hispanic skin.
"You always look beautiful!" I said. "Let's get going though. I'm late!"
"You're always late." Sandra looked at me like I was stupid.
"Yeah... But I have things to do before I go to class!" I cried.
"Like what?" Maria asked curiously. I closed my locker and began walking toward the gym
"I have to talk to Coach Kerry because I didn't get my uniform yesterday! I can't see her after school because she's leaving early to get her hair done! You guys go to class. Make up some excuse for me, okay?" I looked at them hopefully.
"Sure. Your dad got a flat tire at the corner of Johnson St. and Walker Ave!" Maria cried.
"Stupid! That's a block away from the school! Her legs aren't broken! She could've walked!" Sandra yelled. Maria looked discouraged.
"Sure! Tell him that. I don't care. I gotta go!" I ran down the hall and continued to the gym
~*~*~
Things had been so different. Cheerleading... friends. I had a life back then. If only I could still worry about trivial things like that. How's my hair? Is my make up still good? Does my outfit look cute and preppy or whorish and slutty? It still matters some, but I don't have time to take it into consideration. Oh well. But there's still more before we get to that.