The Donor Handbook

 Hey guys Lobsterdevil here I just wanted to thank you for taking the time to read my story on here. I also have it at fictionpress under a different name, so if you see it under GIgi Goya, it's not being copied. I'm new to Wattpad so be kind and vote, and I love hearing reviews I might try to publish this so anything you can say to help is wanted.

Donor

   Graduating High School is supposed to be a pleasant experience. Your family comes and sits through a boring ceremony, yells when your name is called, and throws you a party afterwards. Your Mom embarrasses you, and people you give you stuff. Everyone’s happy, because it’s the first major accomplishment in your life, and you’re happy that it’s over.  The world seems bigger and nothing can stop you from achieving everything you ever wanted. Yes, Graduating was supposed to be one of the best days of your life. Mine, however, was not.



Sure, I was glad to be out. But I didn’t really feel that accomplished by achieving such a mediocre task. I mean if Fred Barnes the stupidest kid in school could get a diploma, then anyone could. But maybe I was just bitter, Fred Barnes had a family to hoot and holler when his name was called. My Foster parents were there, but they weren’t really the hollering type.

I guess I couldn’t complain too much. Meg and Dan (my current fosters), weren’t bad people. I had been at their home for the last three years, after staying in a children’s home. But three years didn’t suddenly make me their kid, and though they came to the ceremony out of a show of support it just came across as somewhat forced.  They did give me somewhat of a gift though. For tonight, and only tonight (well until I was eighteen) I was allowed to stay out as long as I wanted. I was actually really surprised by this, because normally I was to be in bed by ten. Not home, in bed literally.  When I had asked Meg why they would let me, she said it was because I deserved a little fun. Dan had followed that statement up with a small speech about how I had earned their trust and how easily I could lose it.

And by midnight that night I would lose it.

The last of the names were being called when a hand clasped mine and squeezed. I turned to my left and smiled at my one saving grace, my friend Dawn.  She smiled a small reassuring smile at me and winked. I smiled back and gave her a return squeeze. It was almost over and then we were going to have the night of our lives.  I met Dawn the first day I walked onto West Hills High, after I found her with a bloody nose in the girls’ restroom and helped her out. We ate lunch together and had been connected at the hip since.  We shared a lot in common, and at the ceremony we shared the fact that neither of us had family present. It wasn’t that Dawn didn’t have a family; it was just hard for them to attend the ceremony when it was a ten in the morning. 

That was because Dawn’s parents were Vampires.

Normally there was a separate ceremony for the children of our more nocturnal citizens. But there were only about ten kids with Vamp parents and Dawn wanted to graduate with the main class. I didn’t blame her, being a vamp kid made you different and a small ceremony for the living impaired kind of made how different her life was stand out.  I was sorry her parents wouldn’t see her walk, but I was glad that she got to be with me. We would tell her parents all about it when we went to her place later.

Dawn suddenly started nudging me as the last of the kids took their seats. Just one more minute and we were done. We were asked to stand by Principle Neely and Dawn and I leapt to our feet. The tassel on my cap swung in my face and I got anxious. The principle congratulated all of us for being the graduating class, and a shower of hats with pointy edges rained down. I heard Dawn laughing and I turned to hug her to me. It was over and now the rest of our lives would begin.