(Skylar's POV)
Hi, my name is Skylar Lily Dawson and you can call me Skye. When I was 16, I moved to my own house all by myself. My bedroom with two beds for my brother, Joey, my parents' bedroom, a bathroom for girls, a guest bathroom, a kitchen and a living room. I'm not staying with Carter but here I am living in a very, cool room I lived.
"Here is your new room!" said Joey. I didn't think that was my room but seriously, it has wood on them! I like to live with my next-door neighbor, Carter Wilson. I think he's a vampire. I facepalmed, thinking that Joey isn't lying.
"I know you weren't lying but my neighbor, Carter is a vampire!" I yelled at him. The doorbell rings as I ran across down the stairs and opened the door. He has brown hair and brown eyes. He's holding an umbrella to get rid of the sunlight.
"H-He's not human, h-he's a vampire!" I trembled in fear when I think he was under the guise of a human version of himself. "M-Mom! He's pretending to be a vampire. His eyes are like red like the color of apples, cherries and...b-blood, his teeth are fangs to sharpen with and he wants to drink my blood. He hangs upside down on the ceiling and never sparkles in the sunlight." I pointed at the vampire boy.
"I know that, sweetie. If he gets staked, he will die. If he's going out without an umbrella, he will almost die. Got that?" my mom winked.
"Got it!" I said. My mom was leaving thanks to my vampire neighbor, making me feel worried.
"Hi, Skye. So, are you going to be my neighbor or friend?" he asked me a question. I sat in the living room couch and sulked.
"Both." she glared. I walked out to the kitchen to get Dr. Pepper cans and a box of poptarts.
"Good, let's go to the kitchen for a snack." he put down his umbrella and his eyes glow red when he sees the human blood. He holds a brown, plastic bag filled with blood and an umbrella to keep away from sunlight. Great. I drinked Dr. Pepper but instead, he drank a pack of blood in his bag.
"Do you want some poptarts?" I requested, opening a box of poptarts, giving a poptart to Joey.
"I would like some!" Joey ran downstairs and I gave him some two poptarts. "Wow, they look like poptarts! I love poptarts!"
