A/N: Hello lovelies!

I was only going to rewrite the first chapter my friends little story, but surprisingly I actually had some original fun writing this and have decided to continue.

Hopefully this is good news to someone out there, if not... we shan't get into that just yet, darlings.

One question, shall I post these in many short chapters like I have been or should I update them in longer chapters just not as often.

Thanks for reading, love you muffins.


Chapter Two

Lunchtime; a useless hour, undoubtedly humans have to eat but this was not what students used this time for. It was a time for separating into distinctive groups – Stereotypes were inevitably in all schools.

Amy walked by the dark blue plastic lunch tables and still she was stared at. She noted the schools team colours – Blue and yellow. This information might be useful.

She didn't care much for fashion. People should clothe themselves in whatever they feel like. If people dress a certain way they should be judged on that alone, a typical thing for teenagers of her kind to think. Her friends in the past never agreed with her clothing style but would never say so.

Amy didn't feel hungry and so she went straight to an empty table. The sludge severed here smelled horrid and looked worse.

She swiftly pulled out her sketch book from the black and white striped tote bag she carried with her from class to class.

She lazily delineated parts and pieces of a character she had created; it was a vampire of sorts.

Shyly a small girl walked cautiously up to Amy interrupting her drawing. The strange girl looked genuinely interested in her artwork. This girl was far too skinny, but she seemed nice enough.

Amy stared blankly up at the girl hovering over her page. After a couple seconds the girl caught on that she was stared at, this skeleton of a human wasn't the brightest.

She somewhat hesitantly asked if Amy if she drew Vampires, a dumb question, seeing as though a picture of a Vampire lie right on her page.

Amy felt like pointing her idiocy but decided that might not be in her best interest and she replied with a simple;

"Yes, but the Nosferatu kind, not the sparking kind."

This might not have been a smart thing to say judging from the strange look planted on the girls face; Amy had nothing against suave vampires.

The girl spoke of someone named "Edward Cullen" from some book Amy had never heard of. The girl continued talking for a while and Amy chose not to listen, for she really had no interest in some fictional character. On and on and on she went more until Amy shot her an evil glare. With that subtle action the girl scurried off to the table from once she came.

The new surroundings were a chance for change, change that was not wanted.