I headed towards my English class listening to 'No More' by Cassie Davis. I placed my bag on the port rack and pulled out my English book and black leather pencil case. Mr. Zunker, my English teacher, unlocked the door and everyone barged in hoping to beat everyone to their seats. I smiled at Mr. Zunker and walked into the classroom and sat in my normal spot behind everyone else by myself.

When everyone eventually sat down, Mr. Zunker said with a smile, "Class, we have a new student today, please make him welcome."

The class started talking again, except this time it was about him. I heard someone say his name was Justyn. Justyn was a cool name.

"His name is Justyn..," Mr. Zunker waited for Jesse to finish his sentence.

"Oh," he realized, "It's, um, Martinez."

He seemed self conscious about it. I then realized the only spare desk was next me. I grabbed my pencil off the spare desk. Mr. Zunker welcomed him and showed him to the spare seat. I heard some girls giggle. He headed towards the desk expressionless. I opened my book and started drawing the car I saw this morning. It must have been his but I kept drawing so I wouldn't stare at him. He sat down without looking at me. He was breathing heavily. I then remembered that I wasn't breathing. I then started up again. As I breathed in something burnt my throat. I turned my head towards Justyn and the smell became stronger. My fangs pushed through my gums quickly. I pulled my hand up to cover my mouth. I'll wait until after class them lure him away and take him back to my place and drink him or I could just feast on him right here then drink the others. NO! I turned and leaned away from him in revulsion- revolted by the monster aching to drink him. Why did he have to come here? Why did he have to exist? Why did he have to ruin the peace I have in this non-life of mine? Why did this aggravating human ever have to be born? I stopped breathing but the incredible smell was still in my throat. I've never anything like this in all of my decades of being a vampire. The scent swirled around me again, scattering my thoughts and nearly propelling me out of my seat. All lesson I was begging myself that Justyn wouldn't talk to me because I have to breathe to talk or if I did talk without breathing I would sound really different. My thirst is what made it so hard to not jump out and kill him in front of all those people. He glanced at my drawing which was completed and raised his eyebrows. He opened his mouth to say something but to my luck the bell rand. I jumped out of my seat, grabbed my book and walked out of the room before anyone else had even stood up. I pushed my books into my bag ran too my car as fast as I could. I unlocked my car and threw my bag into the backseat angrily. I slumped into my seat and gripped the steering wheel. Why did he have to come here? It was like he was a gorgeous devil sent from Hell to expose me so I can be thrown into a fire and die. I looked up to see Justyn and Dominick walking down the stairs to the car park. I wound my window down and inch so I could hear clearer what they were saying.

"Did she talk to you?" Dominick asked.

"Nope," Justyn shook his head, "But she drew a picture of my car."

"Ha," Dominick laughed, "You've been her for 2 hours and you already have a stalker!"

"It was really good though," Justyn informed.

"I'm sure it was," Dominick said sarcastically. He looked up to see me staring. He tugged on Justyn's arm.

"Look, Justyn, there's Calloway!" He pointed towards me. I quickly looked away but still listened.

"Sick, she has a Renault!" Justyn grinned at a confused Dominick.

"Let's go talk to her," Dominick suggested and pulled Justyn towards me. NO! I turned on my car and drove quickly out of the car park leaving the boys with a confused look on their faces. The smell remained in my throat as I drove home. I pulled into the driveway and jumped out of the car. I slammed the door shut and stormed inside. I threw my self on my white leather lounge chair and thought about what I should do. I thought about moving but I have only been here for 1 year and 3 terms. An hour passed quickly and I still hadn't thought of anything. I then decided to call my maker, Mary. I pulled my red and black iPhone out of my pocket and looked through my contacts. I eventually found her number and called her.

"Hello," She answered after a few rings.

"Hey, it's Charlotte," I greeted.

"Oh, hey," Mary greeted back excitedly, "it's great to hear your voice again."

"Okay," I laughed.

"So what's wrong?" Mary asked. It kind of hurt for her to think that I had called because I had a problem but it was true.

"I'm having a problem with my whole vegetarian diet thing," I explained.

"Oh no," She moaned, "You didn't kill someone did you?"

"Nearly," I answered grimly.

"Okay, I'm coming over."

"But you live in Sydney," I reminded her, "That's nearly nine hours away!"

"Well, it doesn't really matter, we don't sleep," She reminded me.

"Right," I remembered.

"See you in a few hours," She said, and then hung up.

"Bye," I said to myself. I placed the phone onto the coffee table and thought of what I should do. I thought about my math's homework but then I remembered my English assignment was due tomorrow, and I haven't even started it yet. I walked out to my car and grabbed my school bag then went back inside. I walked upstairs to the computer room and sat in front of my black slim laptop and turned it on. The desktop picture was a black and white photo of Mary and I that was taken 50 years ago. I opened up Word document and typed in 'The History of Shakespeare.'

I pulled my English book out of my school bag and copied it onto my computer.