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Chapter 8 - Just Ugh.

Ughhhh. Puberty sucks. I grimace as I get out of bed and pull on my clothes for the day, white skinnies, high top chucks, a red belt, and a layered shirt. You would think that my very particular hair style would take forever and a day but I got it down to a science! 7 minutes and 39 seconds to be exact, and yes I am proud. I finish my make up and everything before I head out of my room and into the kitchen, Leighton is sitting on the counter drinking a juice box and eating a pig heart out of his hand, could he be any more barbaric? I have really begun to resent our kind, when I was little I thought that my views on our race as monsters would diminish with age but on the contrary it has only increased. But whatever, life sucks, and what will be will be.

Leighton has become the classic teenage vampire, a "total heart throb", athletic, charismatic, fashionable yet masculine, ugh, gag me already. I hate hearing the Servile and Vampire girls gush on about him in class. It's beyond irritating. As for me, life sucks, that is probably being over dramatic but I don't care, I am a now 15 year old teenage vampire and I am allowed to hate my life. Ever since Melanie left I have stuck to myself. No self respecting Vampire will associate with me and the Serviles are scared of me, what's more I would not allow myself to sink that low and befriend them, my father would disown me. 

I grab a juice box out of the fridge and look down at the counter as I drink, a card, how quaint... It is red with black lace on the corners and a black silk ribbon holding it together, I open it and 66 pounds lie in the center. I take them out and stick them into the envelope. 

"Daughter, 

Congratulations on another year completed, may only the greatest opportunities and richest memories await you in the coming years.

Sincerely,

Father."

My, how sincere of him, but either way I can use the money. I stash the envelope and card in my desk quickly, grab my schoolbag and am out the door within seconds. If I am even a moment late Leighton will leave me and I will have to run to school and I do not see that working out well in these jeans. We ride surrounded by the akwardness that has become our relationship; Idle chatter about subjects neither of us truly care about. This morning we added a Happy Birthday into the mix then elected to spend the rest of our ride listening to our Dubstep Mix Tape.

We pull into the school yard with our bass shaking the whole car but who is going to say anything to Mr. Popular? The more likely outcome would be all of the loiterers pulling out their phones and using SongMatch just so they can claim to listen to the same artist as my brother. After he parks we seperate and begin our school day, he with his friends and I with my sketchbook. I walk to class in solitude, thankfully the wide eyed stares died out years ago, but every now and then I still get a few glances in my direction. I can not wait until I am far away from this place with a fresh start at a University, maybe I'll even go to America, maybe I won't come back... My day dreaming is cut short by the first bell and I head to my German classroom; on Mondays, Wednesday, and Friday it is my first class, lasting two hours long as the rest of our classes do, except on Thursday when all classes are cut 20 minutes short to allow for an early release. I nestle down into my seat at the back of the classroom by the door, I like to be the first one out and the last one to be bothered. My german professor, Frau Durr, understands me in this aspect and generally lets me keep to myself, for which I am eternally greatful given the "people" I have to endure this class with. On the left of the classroom by the windows sits the Serviles, nerds in the front, those that just do the minimum and those that just want to fit in towards the middle, and the delinquents or those that have just given up in the rear. On the right are the Vampires, the populars (or Ice Picks as they're commonly referred to) in the front, the "average" ones in the middle, and those that are rich enough to afford not to care in the back along with me, the outcast. 

Class goes by normally with a simple 3 page essay on Adolf Hitler's rise to power. I finish it with 40 minutes to spare and so I spend the time sketching. I love to draw, this sketch is more of a doodle page featuring mostly eyes and facial features, combined with some clothing designs and hair styles, a couple of little stick figures playing air instruments along the side for good measure... and the bell rings before I know it. The rest of day passes on in a blur, at lunch I go sit out in the courtyard under a shady tree and drink my juice box. My brother has started to transition into a new more age appropriate diet, I however would like to hold onto my little bit of childish innocence as long as I can. I day dream of far off places and new adventures until it is time for the rest of our school day but I can't really focus for the rest of the day. Everything seems clouded and I can not imagine for the life of me why, oh well, maybe it's just puberty.

Once we're home we have to begin preparing for Father's party. He is sleeping to save up his energy and part of me wishes I could do the same but Leighton and I busy ourselves cleaning and decorating. We finish pretty quickly and get changed leaving us hours before sunset, I get on the computer in my room and start to play some games letting my mind drift into cyberspace. Father's guests arrive and I know that he wishes for me to go out and play the part of the token daughter alongside my brother but I loathe the notion. I am not the token daughter, and none of his peers are the least bit interested in it being my birthday along with my brother's. Regardless, I save after the next level up and brace myself for the humiliation I am about to endure then walk proudly out into my home filled with the highest caliber of Vampire kind. 

I walk through the house and out to the pool area where I find Leighton leaning against the wall chatting up some girls with Luther and my Father discussing Astrology with Sir Niel Codsworth. I polietely approach my Father and nod to his guest.

"Sir Codsworth."

"Ah October, my you have grown, have you gotten through that rebellious phase yet?"

I hate that term "phase" ugh! But I look up at my Father and grimace but keep my composure..

"I am doing well, thank you for asking. Enjoy your evening." My father gives me an approving nod and I race back to my room barely keeping my stride at a brisk walk. I dive into my school work for the upcoming day and then it's off to bed, my socialization que met for the year... hey a girl can dream can't she?