I spent an embarrassingly long amount of time deciding what to wear. It was my first day of school in a foreign country, in a fictional world and I wasn't sure how to dress and what I wanted to come across as.

I didn't want to stand out too much, but on the other hand I wanted to impress all the eyes that would be on me. I had no idea what fashion was considered acceptable in this era and I wasn't sure much of my wardrobe would make the cut.

It also didn't help that I didn't sleep much last night. I had been tossing and turning and I had run out of sleep pretty early on. I was in bed, waiting for it to be an acceptable hour before I got up. The anxious flutter in my stomach meant that I couldn't sit still either.

Glancing at the time, I realised I still had two hours before I needed to leave the house.

I was going to be ridiculously tired after lunch, I just knew it.

After a long hot shower, I took my time brushing through my curls and putting them into some simple neat cornrows, tying into a bun at the base of my neck.

After some time deliberating, I finally decided on what to wear. I chose my sturdiest pair of light wash jeans and layered up in some thermal vests under my thick comfy black turtleneck. I put on as many socks as I could before shoving my feet back into my favourite black combat boots.

I added some blush to my cheeks and some gloss on my lips. I sprayed myself in my favourite perfume and layered on a few gold necklaces.

I pulled out my black puffer coat, some gloves and a hat before grabbing my backpack and slinging it over my shoulder. I glanced at my phone for the time and groaned.

I still had an hour. How was that even possible?

I had nothing to do, so I plopped back on my bed with a huff. With nothing to occupy myself with, the anxious fluttery feeling in my stomach grew in intensity and I had to clench my teeth to fight off the feeling of being sick.

"Amani?" I heard Sam call from outside my room. "Amani are you up for school?"

"Yes," I managed to reply. She opened the door, peeking her head around, her face looking surprised as she saw me.

"Oh, you're already dressed!" She opened the door wider, and I wonder what she thought of me. I decided to take my coat off because I was sweating.

"You wanna grab some breakfast? I'm making waffles,"

"No thanks, I don't think I can eat," I politely declined. Her eyes ran over my face before smiling at me gently.

"Maybe try eating something small. A piece of fruit or a granola bar, it can help calm your nerves,"

I nodded at her suggestion before following her out of the room. As I predicted, I managed about four bites of food before I was done. I spent the entire ride to the school trying to keep my food down too.

I had never been this anxious in my previous life, but knowing vampires were real and I had to be around them was making all of my nerves skyrocket.

Sam pulled her blue SUV into an empty car park before turning to look at me in the passenger side. "You just need to collect your schedule from the office but you should be all good to go. Eli will be picking you up later," she repeated what she had explained over breakfast.

I didn't have a car so I relied on them to get around. It might have been embarrassing for other high schoolers, but I honestly had more important things to worry about. Like avoiding vampires.

"Ma it's my turn to be dropped off!" Iris yelled from the back of the car, interrupting us. Sam sighed but before she could reprimand the four year old, I bid my farewells and exited the car.

I trudged up to the small reception building, bracing myself as I was met with a blast of hot air upon entering. An older red head woman with bright purple glasses and a matching top sat behind the desk, looking up as the door closed behind me.

She gave me a brilliant smile as I approached and began speaking before I introduced myself.

"You must be Amani Rashid, our newest student!"

"Yeah, that's me. I'm here to pick up my schedule,"

"Of course! You're our first ever foreign student and can I just say what a lovely accent you have. You speak English so clearly," she gushed. I just blinked, not sure how to respond to that and just waited for her to hand over all the papers.

After much faffing about, I was finally able to escape the stuffy room and took some much needed lungfuls of fresh cool air.

I quickly scanned through my schedule while walking over to the main school buildings across. It's been a long time since I was last in school, and while I had did well the first time around, I did not have high hopes. Between trigonometry, physics and French as well as American history, I wasn't even sure if I'd be passing this semester.

Stuffing the offending paper into my bag, I headed inside, ignoring all the stares from the growing crowd of school kids lingering in the busy car park.

My first class of the day was English Literature. Out of all my lessons, I felt like I could get by with this one. I stood at the front of the class, waiting for the teacher to come to sign my silly pink slip in hand.

The class was quickly filling with students and the teacher seemed to be running late, much to my chagrin. Everyone was pretty much staring at me and after a moment, I decided to stare back.

I tried to see if any of the main characters were in this lesson with me. None stood out really, but there was a dark haired girl with red cat-eye glasses who gave me a small smile when our eyes met. I was pretty certain she was Angela Webber.

The teacher finally came rushing in, giving me a quick once over before scribbling on my paper. Thankfully, he didn't make me introduce myself and I quickly took the only open seat next to a random kid.

"Good morning class. Apologies for the delay, but flip over to chapter seven of the text and let's read through it," the teacher rushed.

Everyone pulled out a book and opened to begin following the teacher and I closed my eyes and sighed to myself, preparing for the long day ahead.