Falling in love. With a Vampire?

Chapter 1

I woke up to the very annoying sound of my alarm. Who made school so ridiculously early? After alot of grumbling I finally managed to get myself out of bed and showered. I decided to wear some jeans and a grey baggy top. I'm not really the one for dresses and shorts. I don't think that I have the figure for them so I avoid them and if I do have to wear them it's with leggings.

Once I was finally dressed I managed to make my way down the stairs of our tiny house and into the kitchen. My family aren't the richest people on earth. My mother is a single parent, split from my father when we were young, and just earns enough for rent, food and clothes. Before I reached the kitchen I could already smell the delicious smell of pancakes. My mother was an amazing cook and was famous in our street for her pancakes. I was surprised half the street weren't in here eating away at them.

"Hi mum." I greeted as I entered the kitchen and sat at the table digging in to the best food in the world. I looked up at my mother and saw her already dressed and ready for work. I think my mum was really beautiful with her dark brown hair and hazelnut eyes, whereas I had blonde hair and blue eyes me and my mum were complete opposites bit strangely similar personality wise. We were both a bit strange and slightly hyper all the time.

"Morning Zadia." She replies with a happy smile, which shouldn't be allowed this early in the morning. But that's me. Zadia Katherine Williams, I am sixteen years old and am currently living with my mother and younger brother in a small house in North Dakota, recently moved though. Originally I'm from England so apparently I have a really weird accent compared to everyone here but if I'm honest i think everyone here sounds a bit strange and after six months of living here I can't get used to the Americans accent. I don't think I ever will. I didn't come by choice to America, I might as well have been kidnapped it would have been easier for my mum. I loved my life back in England I had friends and a life but here everyone treats me as the girl from England with no friends who's mum can cook. Yes after six moths I still haven't made any friends. People don't come and talk to me, I feel like a plague if I'm truely honest. I'm one of those people you avoid at all costs.

I stuffed about three pancakes in my mouth before realising that I was going to be late for school if I don't leave like right now. I ran up the staircase and into the bathroom where in quickly brushed my teeth. I don't have my own bathroom have to share a bathroom with my brother whilst my mother gets her own. Totally unfair if you ask me but she reasoned it with 'I'm older and the parent so therefore I win.' and she finished it off with sticking her tongue out at me. I swear she's more immature than I am and I'm immature.

After brushing my teeth I ran downstairs pushing my brother out of the way. Zak Williams. My younger brother, thirteen years old and the absolute spitting image of my mother same colour eyes and the same dark hair. He's the annoyingly evil brother you wish never existed and yet stays around. He's taller than me as well, how unfair. If you can't tell I dislike my little brother just a little. I grabbed my bag and ran out of the door and into the street just in time to see the school bus parking up. I run onto it and take my seat on my own at the front of the bus, because apparently that's where all the strange people sit.

The drive to school wasn't long, thankfully, so I quickly hoped off the bus and near enough ran into the school building and to my locker. I reached my locker and put all the books that I didn't need in their and shut it. I turned and started to make my way to my next class, English. I made my way to my classroom without any problems, which is strange because normally I get pushed into the lockers a few times but today I got nothing.

I entered my English classroom to hear everyone talking about something or more like someone. I wonder who they are talking about. I take my seat at the back of the classroom and place my books on my desk and check that I picked up my homework which thankfully I did. The teacher come in with a student behind her, I wonder if this is who everyone is talking about. He is cute, like really cute. Wait! that sounds childish. The appropriate word would be hot, the hottest guy that I've ever seen. He has brown almost black hair and piercing blue eyes that I can see from across the room. He's quite tall but not like giant tall and is quite skinny. He was wearing a grey t-shirt and black jeans with black boots and a leather jacket that gives him that bad boy look but it totally suits him. I can see why people were talking about him. The teacher introduces him as Jared Connell and tells him to pick a seat. I look down at my notebook and start to doodle on it when I hear someone sit next to me. I look up and see Jared sitting there staring at me.

"Hi." He says. Is he talking to me or someone else? I look around and find nobody in our area. For a while I just stare at him like he's insane, which he probably is if he's talking to me.Nobody ever talks to me unless they have too and even then it's at its minimum.

"Hi." I reply finally and in a quiet voice so that it's barely hearable. He's smiles in response and focuses on the class but I can't stop thinking about how he's the first person to willingly talk to me apart from my mother, this puts enlarge smile on my face that lasts for the rest of the lesson.

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Thanks Nina :)