"Welcome to hell. Where all your dreams of being what ever you wanted to be are crushed." Damara says and Peter laughs. He took his sister's hand and together they walk to the school.
"This isn't too bad," Peter says and then looks at a boy sitting on a concert ledge. Damara was confused and looked to see the boy was now looking at her. He had those dark eyes. He had to be one of them.
"Shit. Does he know?" She asks and Peter shook his head. She growled and glared at the boy. The boy had given her a confused look. But then Christina came over and Damara's mood changed. "Hey, there hemming way." She winked and Christina blush and looked down.
"Don't call me that." She mumbles. Damara rolled her eyes and took Peters hand. They walked away from Wednesday Adams wannabe...like she could ever live up to her.
Damara pointed to her eyes and then to Christina's. She said she was watching her. Then she looked to see the boy looking at her still. She smirked and winked at him but then lost it as her face turned stone cold. The boy raised an eyebrow at her. She was strange.
Who is this girl? Who is the guy she's with? He sighed and stood up walking into school. He needed to learn more about those two. The only way he knew how. Rich boys get what they want.
"I really hope this place isn't the stereotypical high school." She says rolling her eyes as she saw the boy from before. He nods his head towards her and she just scoffed turning away with her eyes being rolled.
"Be nice, Mara," Peter says and she sighed. Then walked away to get to her new classes. "Damara!" Peter yelled getting her attention and the boy from outside. "I mean it. Mom wouldn't be too happy if you got into trouble." Damara waved him off and then used the bird as a way of saying goodbye.
She turned into room 3-A. "Welcome to my life." She grumbled out and made her way to the back of the room. She sat down and pulled her sketchbook out and began drawing.
"Who are you?" She heard someone say. Damara sighed and glanced up. The boy from before. She smirked and leaned in her chair. Who the hell is he demanding things like a little brat?
"Isn't that a question for those who ask politely?" she crossed her arms over her chest. Thank goodness she wore her low cut shirt today. He stared at her breasts but looked back up to her face as if he wasn't that interested.
"I'm gonna ask again." He growled and leaned on her desk. "Who are you?" Damara stood up and glared back at him.
"None of your fucking business." Damara was ready to punch him. But the teacher walked in. She growled and sat down in her chair. The boy sat next to her still not giving up on trying to find out who she was.
He stared at her making her want to strangle the guy. "Miss. Rumancek. Could you please introduce yourself to the class?" Damara stood up and sighed.
"I'm Damara. I'm new." The class erupted with laughter. She rolled her eyes and looked down at seeing the boy wasn't. She was surprised. Who is he? The new Edward Cullen?
"Come on. Share a little bit of yourself. Everyone has a story. Tell us yours." The teacher says again with a smile as she sits at her desk. Damara rolled her eyes.
"What is this the third grade?" The boy next to her chuckled. But no one else did. "Fine whatever. What do you want to know?"
"Where do you get your clothes from? Goodwill?" The class laughed at the popular girl's joke.
Damara smirked. The boy next to her could see a very dark look in her eyes. "Okay. Here let me make this easier for you so you can wrap your little walnut brain's around this."
Damara walked over to the girl and leaned on her desk. "This is the tenth school I have been to. Me and my family, we move around. So I have had my fair share of the so-called popular girls who can't keep their legs shut." The girl glared at her hard. "So!" She slammed her hands on the desk scaring the girl away from her glare.
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After Midnight - Roman Godfrey
Fanfiction(Completed Oct 12, 2017) Damara Rumancek is the twin sister of Peter Rumancek. After Lynda had told the twins that they needed to move, they were slightly happy. They thought they were going to have a somewhat normal life, this was until Hemlock Gr...