It's Never End

~First story you guys! I've been writing this story -and it's still unfinished- for about 18 months. I really hope you enjoy it! It's taking me lots of courage and support to post my own story on WattPad!!! Tell me how it is in the comments! I will post more each week!

P.S. It's un-edited, so sorry for any mistakes!~

Chapter One: Just the Start

How much longer do I have to wait? I mean, I’ve desired him for fourteen and a half months. How much longer?

He keeps disappearing and coming back with full meaning. But I don’t get him. He’s complex. I attain everyone else. Except him. Maybe it’s because, I’m invisible.

            He’s mortal. Perfect. Me? I’m painted with many flaws. I’ve been here for years. I’m so old school. It’s not even funny, not even close. Living in this sunny city, his skin is so golden. Me, I’m so pale, I’m inconspicuous.

                But I’ll never get him. Both as in mentally and physically. It’s so impossible. The dumbest thought, the weirdest dream. Yes, I’m supposed to dream big like everyone else. But, I’m not like everyone else, not even close.

            I’ve been at this high school for 212 years. Yes, 212. It was a struggle for me to be in school at that time, but I found myself in a school of mostly guys somehow. I’m happy it’s changed; it feels good to not be picked on for being a girl in school. In 1801, I was a freshman, and I spent two years as a sophomore. And I’ve been stuck a sophomore since 1803. Years and years over. Running away, finding new families, and changing my ID. Same school, every year. Held back, every year. I get held back four times, I run to a new family. It’s the way I’ve worked forever.

            Now this boy, Aleas Troner. The most angelic boy in my opinion. My crush since his first high school day last year. August 11, 2013. It’s now February 2014. I’m stuck without him. In the month of love. Again. Sure, I’ve had crushes before, duh. Who doesn’t? But I’ve never loved anyone more than him. This I say is true.

            Half way through the year, again. And he still hasn’t noticed me. Again, I’m just about invisible. Not the big dilemma though. Want to know the biggest problem? Well, I’m old; 226 years to be exact. My current parents, Myah Trevor and Kellenn Trevor, think I’m sixteen (and ten months to be exact). No one knows. No one. Except, now you. I’m a killer. Bloodsucking loner. Over-aged, dark, invisible, bloodsucking, killer vampire.

            Suriah Trevor, the bloodsucker. The solitary girl in my school. Literally zero friends, not lying. I sit in the back of every class half way hiding behind either chair racks or walls. Sometimes big, grey tables folded and standing upward. Sometimes the local cheerleaders catch me on my way home from school and egg me. Sometimes at night, there ends up one less cheerleader.

            My pale skin brings out my eyes, I guess. My eyes are tan. And brown. And black. And red. And green. But all at different times. My hair is dark brown, long, and flowing. I have wavy tips, barely. I’m tall, 5’10” to be exact. And I have huge feet. You see, after 226 years, my feet have grown pretty large. Size twelve. But don’t worry! They stopped growing 190 years ago. I’m not getting any bigger!