“Feel better?” I shouted to Macey. We were flying around the school so Macey could relax. “Yeah, we should probably get back to class!” She shouted back. We flew down to front of the school and walked back to class. I sat down and rummaged through my bag looking for my IPod. “Where is that stupid thing?” I murmured, not expecting a response. “Here, is this what you’re looking for?” I looked up to see Brick holding my IPod. I grabbed it, “Yes, why do you have it?” He shrugged, “I wanted to see what kind of music you have.” “WHAT?” I shrieked. “You looked through my IPod? What’s wrong with you?” He just smirked. I raised my fist to punch him in the face. “Elizabeth, you better not hit him!” I looked to see everyone staring at me. I lowered my arm and sat back down, pouting. I heard Brick laugh, “You’re cute when you pout.” I just bared my teeth at him. Did I forget to mention fairies have sharp teeth? Well we do; sucks when we bite our tongues. Before I could respond verbally the bell rang and everyone started leaving. “How long were we outside?” Macey asked. “All of first block, apparently.” We walked out of the room and to the gym. When we got in the locker room we were greeted by a very angry Princess. “What is wrong with you two? Elizabeth, I told you to stay away from them! Those princes are supposed to fall in love with me. So I’m warning you, back off!” Halfway through her little rant the shock wore off and I got mad. “What’s wrong with us? What’s wrong with you! In case you haven’t noticed I was being mean to them. I was mocking them. I almost punched Brick in the face!” Princess glared at me, then turned and stalked off. Macey put a hand on my shoulder. Had it been anyone else, it would seem like an attempt to calm me down. But I knew Macey was getting a grip on me in case I attacked Princess. “I’m so gonna get that girl.”
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I Hate Vampires!
VampireTwo tom-boy, vamp hating fairies and two vampire princes set on winning their hearts. Throw in stuck-up witches, stalking were-wolves, and girly dresses and you’ve got one messed up story.