The five mysterious new students kept staring at us. Even when I had my mouth stuffed with my chicken sandwich, totally embarrassing.
" Why are they starring at you Immi?" Clara asked, as she shoved herself between Imogen and I.
"Nothing, I'll talk to you after school, 'kay?" Imogen answered, before grabbing my hand and making an escape to the vending machine.
" I thought she was your friend." I told Imogen.
" Nah, just because she's the only other vampire , at this school, doesn't mean I have to like her." Imogen informed me.
I just smiled, but underneath I felt relieved.
Very relieved.
At least I knew that I wasn't going to replaced by the popular and annoying, Clara Jones.
At least for now.
" What class do you have after lunch?" Imogen asked me, trying to change the subject.
" I've got. . . let me check." I said, as I walked to my locker.
" I've got, lets see. . . hmm," I said, as I looked at my class schedule, " Gym, with Ms Bailey."
"You're lucky, I've got English with Mr Macc. Have you finished your Shakespeare essay?" She asks me.
" I think so. . . yeah I have." I answer slowly, " I'll see you in History, right?'
" Yeah, duh. I wish I was in year 5 again." Imogen says dreamily, " Year 9 is killing me."
As she says this, the bell goes.
My freedom, lost, gone, instead it has been replaced by long, hard laps around the oval.
Crap.
