Chapter 3

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So I live with my mom, dad and adopted sister who is a normal person. She's the reason why we count years. Her name is Umaru and she is 13. We have a good bond but she is too rainbows and happiness. If you haven't guessed I'm a emo kind of dude. Back to Umaru she go to school at brown wood middle school. It's not the best school when it comes to behavior but they have the best teachers in the business. Their work is harder than vamp and magic school but it could just be a human thing. Why do they have to learn all that stuff just to end up working at a gas station. Can't you just rely on that stupid techno junk. All vampires really need to learn is how to be fast and drink blood without killing the person.

    "GOMA-KUN!" Said the hot teacher I like from Umaru's school. Uhhhh yeah sensei? "Do you know where the potatoes are?" She said. Tsuendbskkefbjsehvdiwknebsiw (I had forgotten I was in the grocery store with my mom) ummm aisle 5. "Thanks" she said as she walked off.
I really hated that I get fricken nervous when I see her. All I think about is sucking the blood out of her when she's around. I should just stick to the metal music. The trip is I don't like people not one bit except the liquid inside them. Well also regardless of the her. But we vamps have rules about being in love humans because 1 we could get to attached and 2 we would starve ourselves and become unhealthy. Well I'll tell you what I'm not the lovey dovey type all I care about is blood, the color black, and my metal. I definitely don't talk like a
Goth but I'm trying to change my parents just made me like that.

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