Honestly, I'm In Love With A Vampire [student/teacher]

Chapter I (pic of Jamie as Emily Osment)

Honestly, I'm In Love With A Vampire

C H A P T E R I

*Edited*

At this point, my parents are moving me to a different state. But what is the point of moving, moving, and moving, if I'm going to have problems everywhere. With teachers. With the Principal. With Doctor appointments, neighbors and even my Grandmother. Oh, yes. I gave hard times to my Grandmother.

It was May, I went to visit my Grandmother at Rhode Island since my parents didn't want me around them. Anyway, she warns me that...Actually my Grandmother did some rules for me;

1) Don't go outside and start a fight.

[note - dumb rule]

2) Don't give her hard time while she's reading.

[note - she's always reading but I do too read. I guess we have a common there]

3) Do NOT turn on the radio

[note - I LOVE MUSIC!]

4) Don't call any friends.

[note - don't have any friends]

5) Don't explode anything.

[note - also dumb rule]

6) Don't crush her garden flowers.

[note - she said not to crush them but she didn't mention to cut them]

Ha! Ha! Ha! Evil laugh.

If you're wondering, 'did you cut them?' YES. I fucking did. I cut them and even stomped every damn flowers; every daisies, every white-red roses and her favorite Viola flowers. My Grandmother Jo got so furious that her face went pale to red like a fruit tomato. Actually worse, you know when you drink that whole bottle of spice, you start to sweat and smokes comes out from your ears? That's how my Grandmother was.

It was hilarious.

Now, I'm going to miss bothering my old, grey-hair and wrinkled Grandmother. I sighed.

However, my OWN parents don't want me at their place. They won't allow me to sleep, to breathe in their presence and can't even talk while they're talking because it's rude to others conversation. It's like living twenty-four hours in prison with criminals. But the good thing is that I'm going to stay for a few months with my fun, easy, silly and hilarity, Uncle Ezac.

Uncle Ezac loves to pranks his neighbors. He has an awesome personality in my opinion. Will you believe that he does comedy in this small club every Friday nights? That's his real job, make people laugh.

"Are we there yet?" I said taking off my earbuds from my ears.

"We're here," Mom replies.

My mouth dropped wide, "holy shit." I said and hopped out from the car.

"Watch your mouth." I rolled eyes.

The reason I said 'holy shit,' its because I'm amazed of how my Uncle Ezac is living. Like a king. This isn't a house, it's a mansion. A huge mansion that has a light grey color bricks, two light yellow garages with an automatically wide doors, two wide glass entrance doors, a couple of windows and two big, tall trees behind the mansion house.

I need to check out the inside of this mansion. Did I forgot to tell you that he has a black 2011 - Hummer H3? I ran but Uncle Ezac appeared first in front of me holding a delicious small chocolate cupcake with a vanilla frosting.

"Hey Uncle Ezac," I said with a grin smile on my face.

"Hey Jam-Jam," he hugs me gently. He usually calls me that which I really hate. It sounds like peanut butter and jelly jam.

"If you're looking for my evil-robot parents. They're over there waiting for you." He chortles.

"Here. This is your Welcome cupcake." I took it. "Now, go inside," he pats on my shoulder and I went inside.

I gasped.

The inside is much more awesom-er than the outside; light brownish walls, a picture of Elvis Presley, rounded couches, sparkling blue tiles, small wooden tables, double staircases and a jacuzzi in the middle of the double staircases. I dropped everything, ran and jumped inside but instead it was cold. Really cold.

"You know you could always bring your yellow ducklings." Uncle Ezac said.

"Funny," I got out with my wet clothes. My shoes started to made squeaky noises.

"Papa bear and mama bear left you hundred bucks for you," he said.

"For what?" I said confused.

He strugs his shoulders, "no clue."

"Where's my room?" He goes upstairs first while I go behind him, following him.

"Right this way Cinderella, " he said bowing down to me.

"Quit bowing down. You're going to break your back, Einstein." He snorted.

Uncle Ezac showed me my bedroom which has a wide-full bathroom, three windows that has one balcony, and a king size bed. I'm going to live like Queen Elizabeth, "um...Uncle Ezac, is there any chance you know what school I'm going to?" I looked at him while I'm placing my bags and luggage on the king size bed and slowly unpacking my clothes.

"Forget about school. School will kill your cells in your brain. Today, I'm going to have a party for you." He hugs me and leaves smiling and whistling.

No school?

Then, how am I going to bother new people, do pranks and maybe meet a decent friend.

Ezac cannot do this to me. I need school to learn something. I need to go to college. I WANT to go to college.

I went downstairs but he wasn't in the living room. "Uncle Ezac?"

"Kitchen." He shouted.

"We need to talk. Didn't you went to school?"

"Yeah until I dropped out from school when I was eighteen." He explains while opening the refrigerator.

Wait, I thought my parents brought me here to teach me a lesson while living with my Uncle. "School is everything for me, I think. Look, I didn't told anybody about this but I want to become a photographer in the future."

"A photographer, huh?" He gives me the thinking face.

"Yes." I replied back.

He was silent for a few seconds and he said, "fine but you need to wait until summer is over, okay?" He leaves. I can't wait until summer is over or can I?