BreakEven

Fresh Start

This is my first attempt at writing a novel so excuse the grammer if incorrect and I've spent alot of time in this. I wrote this piece to combine my passions of supernatural and love together, many of the people and happenings are inspired by my own life I hope you enjoy this first chapter. =D

BreakEven

**Chapter 1**

 Fifth lesson of the day it couldn't have gone any slower, with the booming voice of Mr Knightly next door taking his daily rage on his unfortunate class.

"Emma Samantha Sortes!" Ms Dixon called, eyeing me behind her rectangular glasses.

"Here." I sighed. Why was it necessary for her to say my full name?

Ms Dixon was the most enthusiastic teacher in the English department and a tad intimidating when she stands over you, you could almost see the shadow she casts upon your table. She would make us join in on every input made by anyone and that never goes down well last lesson when everybody’s on snooze mode.

As you already know I’m Emma Sortes and the only last surviving Dhampir, (half vampire) luckily my mother survived the birth, which is a very unlikely case, but my father died a couple years ago from a vicious murder, which I have yet to avenge. Being Dhampir gave me an advantage of sensing anything supernatural and so hunting them but my father never really taught me how (except for the basics) because he wanted a normal life for me, so I learnt from various ways, self taught and him. I first held a hunting dagger when I was five it had serrated edges and a 14inch blade so you could say my life was far from normal.

The last thing that my father gave me was his hunting knife the one I held when I was five then the next morning he never came back from his ‘meeting’. 

A piece of rolled up paper collided with the heel of my shoe I looked around to see who had noticed and picked up the note glancing at Brandon Luna my supposed b-o-y friend knowing it could only be him (I haven’t grown accustomed to that word yet) but any girl would be throwing themselves at him, worshipping the ground he walks on and preserving the oxygen he breathes but that’s the difference between me and them I guess.

I replied back to his question: Wanna hang out after class?x

Sure if this class ever ends that is.x I scribbled back.

I casually threw back the note hoping no one had caught us in the act, and ground us even longer. My eyes automatically glazed towards Brandon watching his reaction as he read the response and smiling his cheesy grin. I could see why the girls would droll over his dirty golden hair, trimmed short but touching his eyebrow slightly and sea blue eyes and a fairly impressive sculptured body.  Sienna (my best friend since nursery) witnessing the situation immediately turned around and gave me a look that made me blush across my cheek bones. She brushed her light brown locks over the guy next to her and carried on starring. Being her best friend for almost 10 years gave me an advantage to complete her sentences and every expression she directed at me, she was like the twin I never had.

I giggled to myself and waved my phone in the air signalling her to check her phone for the text I was about to send her. Pressing franticly on the new iphone my mother gave me for my 16th explaining how I couldn't walk home with her and my other best friend Leila.

After the bell for freedom rang the whole class shot out like a turbo jet leaving just me and Brandon to drift along the corridors slowly to the gates. We walked slowly and stopped remaining a few metres away from his friends and leant on the metal railings, smirking his signature flirtatious smile. Brandon's tanned skin dwelled within metres from mine and his almost sandy blonde hair reflected in the sunlight He pushed my light brunette hair out of my eyes and instantly I felt the blood in me gush to my cheeks fighting back the temptation to look into his hypnotizing blue sapphire eyes but I couldn't help but steal a glance.