Walking to the front, I turned to face the class. All their fucking eyes are on me.... Shit. "Well... Obviously you all know my name now. I'm a Vampire. And I love drinking blood. That was a massive lie, I hate the smell of blood tasting it is even worse. But my dad is Count Dracula.." Now I even had the teachers attention. Damn my dad must be famous.
I wrap it up with a talk about my dad and soon everyone wanted to be my friend. Yeah right! I think I'll just kill myself now then deal with friends. Pass me the stake.
Guess what I got for lunch... Yep. Blood. Well a blood bag, and it was warmed in the microwave... Eew!! I drank as much as I could before throwing the remainder in the bin. It was such a hot sunny day I look at my black ring, it was a square black stone with gold around the edges.
The ring keeps me from burning, dad had it made especially for me by a witch. And by the way this place isn't dead. And that wasn't a pun. That was literal, it was getting dark so I decided to head inside, changing into my pj's (shorts and a tee) I clambered into bed and was asleep in seconds thankful that I didn't have a roommate.
