White Fangs

Chapter 8

Charlotte walked.  She was barefoot, in her pajamas, and not at all conscious.  She wandered through the forest.  Her bare feet crunching on the leaves.  Just wandering in a zombie-like fashion.  Suddenly she stopped; she had reached a hole in the ground.  In fact Charlotte had dug this hole herself a few nights back, in the same state she was in now.  Charlotte leaned over the hole and vomited.  I know, quite gross.  She coughed and spluttered out not normal vomit, but blood.

"There there my little tjanare," A figure stood over her," I haven't seen you in a while, but don't worry, you will see me in the light soon. Now go back to bed."

So Charlotte walked, almost like a zombie, back home.

Charlotte's POV

I opened one eye, bright sunlight came through my window.
"Good morning!" I heard some one yell, probably Katie. Blah. I got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. Then I saw somethings big and white in front of me. Ow. Well, that would be the wall.

"Get out of my way! I'm trying to get to the kitchen here!" I yelled, not my finest moment. Ya know talking to walls and all. Blah. I could tell it was a Friday. Friday mornings are terrible, 'cause everybody's looking foreword to the weekend! Party and Party and Yeah! Just kidding I won't torture myself by singing. I stumbled in to the kitchen.

"Some one looks.. Like they are in a good mood today."

"Bitch please, I'm fabulous!"

"You won't be looking to fabulous, driving that old junk around."

"I swear on my life Katie, if you tease me one more time..."

"Well then it's a good thing you are very very dead." She smiled at me, winked at me, and then headed out the door.

"Go step on a Lego!!!!" I yelled after her, what it was the first thing that popped into my head.  Comebacks aren't my strong area.  I headed upstairs and put on my favorite army jacket and ripped skinny jeans.  I put my iPod on shuffle and put my favorite earbuds in.  Maybe I could wander around town before school.  As I came down stairs Brooke was making herself toast.

"You should go to the dance to night," She said while spreading butter.

"How do you know about these things and I don't.  I mean like I'm the one in high school."

 Brooke rolled her eyes," Small town, people talk.  By the way it's 60's themed."

"There was nothing good about the 60's!"

"You're going."

"Fine"

"Good, be nice to Elena." Brooke winked, I could tell she wasn't mad at me any more.  I hated when she was mad at me.  I grabbed an apple off the kitchen table and headed out the door.  The cold air stung my cheeks, it was a crisp morning.  As I walked down the street "I'm with you" by Avril Lavigne pulsed through my ears.  I hummed along. Lalalalalal lalalala.  I headed in to the Mystic grill of a coffee.  Looking around I saw Mr. Saltzman sitting in a booth reading the newspaper. Shoot! I looked at the time.  If I was human I would have to sit though some punishment for being late, but ahhh the beauty of being a vampire.  Vampire speed.  I was at the school in under 20 secs just as the bell rang.  

"Morning class," Mr. Saltzman said walking in to the class room.  WTF? I had just seen him at the grill reading the newspaper.  How did he get here? I mean I was pretty sure he was not at all supernatural,"What will we be learning today.."

"Well," A girl with short choppy brown hair spoke up," We've been studying the 60's all week because of the dance." I stole a glance at Stefan. Elena was waving a poster for the dance.  He shook his head.  Elena turned the other way and waved the poster at her friend, who I believe was named Bonnie.  Bonnie nodded her head.  Elena turned back to Stefan, fine he mouthed.  I turned back to Mr. Saltzman.