My Best Friend's A Vampire

⋄ Chapter One ⋄

The day I had been dreading was here. School.

You may be wondering: What's to dread about school? Its an amazing place to learn stuff that we won't use in life!

Well, (insert formal version of gender here), you have an issue.

I had a black top on with galaxy sleeves and a pair of pale blue jeans that had no containment of rips. My chocolate auburn hair was tightly braided at the back of my head, still moist from my morning shower. My new, large framed glasses, that were the color of a dark purple. So dark, that anyone could easily mistake them to be black.

I clung my school books tightly to my breasts as I walked towards my second period class.

First period had not been too bad. The teacher was a short woman with long blondish hair the came in perfect curls around her shoulders. Her eyes were a profusion of blue shadss, which brought out her youth. Her skin was tanned, but not deeply. Maybe to be considered a miniscule of paleness in her completion.

On her nose and scattered across her cheeks were light brown freckles. They would be hard to notice from a distance, but if she were to have a person to person talk with you, it would be possible to notice them.

The only chance I had gotten to see her freckles was when I left the classroom and thanked her for having me in her class.

But, to be honest, my class was a rowdy one. Clique's would huddle together and celebrate with laughs and giggles from the girls only to be bro fists and high fives from the boys.

I had no friends in that class, nor did I intend to befriend any of them. I may be a nerd on the outside, but on the inside I'm an anarchy of thoughts that fight one another and create explosions of madness.

Why would I even need any other friends anyway? I had Esme. She was the perfect one for me. Even though I do tell myself to make friends, I end up shying away.

When I entered the classroom I was the first one there. Probably because I was so anxious to leave my last one that I was the first one to dash out the door and scurry down the hallway.

"Good morning," A dark and husky male voice greeted me. I snapped my head in his direction in surprise. He was obviously the teacher for he had a white long sleeved shirt with pale blue stripes with fancy cuffs. Clipped to a pocket on the right side of his chest was a black pen. He was rather large, maybe about seven feet tall and rather buff. His skin was a dark tan and he had a scruffy chin, covered in thick whiskers. His hair was a very dark chocolate that matched the color of his eyes. It was an untamed mess atop of his head, yet it looked some what neat. His voice very well matched his extravagant appearance.

I quickly responded after I realizing I had been staring, not only was it rude, but I was blatantly embarrassed.

"G-good morning to you too!" I burst, my cheeks burned with embarrassment.

He chuckled softly, "My name is Mr. Gemreld. And you must be..." She flipped some papers, "Miss Monica Orin, if I am correct?"

I bobbed my head up and down quickly, "Y-yes sir."

"Feel free to choose a seat," he smiled at me with a large grin filled with pure white teeth that gleamed like a thousand pearls."

I quickly took my usual seat (Well, at least the one I planned to have in every class) in the back right corner of the class.

At least the teacher seemed kind. It was a start.

Great first impression, Monica! I thought sarcastically to myself.

"Momo!" I heard an angelic voice call from the front of the classroom as more students started to shuffle in.

My ears perked up and a smile lot my face to see Esme in the front of the classroom, grinning wildly at me. She was surrounded by a bunch of girls who looked like they spent days in front of the mirror prepping themselves.

"You're still friends with that loser?"  A blonde chick scoffed while sassily pointing her painted finger over her should and towards my direction.

I rolled my eyes. I don't care about what other people think of me, especially when I couldn't care less about them.

"Oh? Momo's not a loser," Esme retorted sweetly, "She's my best friend."

The group of girls gaped at her, as if she had just eaten garbage, before Esme skipped over towards me and took the seat that sat next to mine.

"I'm so happy we have at least one class together," I clapped her hands together in delight.

"Me too," My best friend grinned at me the second before the bell rang and class started.

Mr. Gemreld introduced himself, giving us some fun facts before reading a section of the school handbook, which just happened to be dress code. Not that anyone would follow it anyway. I noticed that along his speeches he would send glances at me, but I did not know what for.

After about half an hour he told us that we could now do whatever, as long as we didn't leave the class or burn down the school.

A group of boys thought it would be cool to show around their new pocket knife before he cut himself, grunting softly. A large cut on his hand was now sprinkled in bright scarlet blood.

Esme's body suddenly tensed before she shot right up to the teacher, "M-may I be excused?" The beauty pleaded through her hand which was now covering her mouth.

"Go right ahead, dear," Mr. Gemreld excused her and looked pointedly at me.

I avoided his gaze and watched Emily's body vanish through the door frame.

What could that be about?