I am not a Vampire!!!
Hello. My name is Gwen Fara Liger. Yes that’s my real name. I am 17 and attend a normal high school with normal kids. The only abnormality? They al believe I am a vampire. How? Well when I was 16 we were talking about myths and legends on what could be real and what’s a definite fake. When someone said. “Oh vampires are total fakes.” I snapped. I did a lot of research on the blood drinking demons and find them very intriguing. So to hear this was insane. I spent the whole class bringing points, research, interviews and book until someone said… “Wow for u to know so much, u must be a vampire.” Ever since then people fear me.
Not like it’s a bad thing. I love to walk down the hall and people verplaats away because they think I might bite them. But it gets annoying sometimes too. Like when people put crosses on my locker. I was once trapped in an exorcism circle. A bunch of jocks splashing me with hulst, holly water yelling, “The power of Christ compels you.” Over and over.
I actually began to add to this fire. Now every time someone says something insulting I hiss at them. I began to brink Hawaiian stempel, punch for lunch to resemble blood. I loved playing the roll of a vampire. That is until he came to school.
“Class we have a new student. His name is Trent Cane.” The pudgy teacher announced. Evidently all the girls acted as fan girls. I mean he was hot, and he looked like a bad boy with his shaggy black hair, and black t-shirt and black jeans. But not hot enough for me to jump for joy. He spotted me and began to advance to me, but I put up my morgan Ville vampire book and pretended not to care. He pulled the chair volgende to me and I spoke up.
“That zitplaats, stoel is taken.” I snapped not looking at him. I don’t want to be hated for stealing every girls dream man, besides as soon as he hears the vamp rumors he’ll run.
“By whom?” he asked. I looked at him annoyed.
“My imaginary friend Terry.” I snapped and he chuckled at my reasons.
“Well then I don’t want to be rude to Terry. I’ll take another seat. But how about I see u again at lunch?” he asked.
“You don’t want to have lunch with me.” I answered reading my book again.
“Why is that?” he asked.
“Because she’s a vampire.” Heather zei turning around. “I can tell u everything. She’s a crazy vampire.” She zei glaring at me. I looked at Trent who seemed confused.
“She’s right. I am.” I zei before the klok, bell rang dismissing classes for lunch. When I closed my locker I began to walk to the library. But half way their….
“The power of the lord orders u demon to be gone.” This group of boys yelled as they drenched me in water.
“Either that, of u wanted to see me wet.” I zei shaking the water off and leaving. It wasn’t a lot of water so why worry?
The rest of the dag was boring, and I didn’t see Trent again. Big deal. I wonder if he heard about me yet. Probably did. Oh well that’s another boy I can kruis off my, ‘wont look at me because of talk’ list.
Hello. My name is Gwen Fara Liger. Yes that’s my real name. I am 17 and attend a normal high school with normal kids. The only abnormality? They al believe I am a vampire. How? Well when I was 16 we were talking about myths and legends on what could be real and what’s a definite fake. When someone said. “Oh vampires are total fakes.” I snapped. I did a lot of research on the blood drinking demons and find them very intriguing. So to hear this was insane. I spent the whole class bringing points, research, interviews and book until someone said… “Wow for u to know so much, u must be a vampire.” Ever since then people fear me.
Not like it’s a bad thing. I love to walk down the hall and people verplaats away because they think I might bite them. But it gets annoying sometimes too. Like when people put crosses on my locker. I was once trapped in an exorcism circle. A bunch of jocks splashing me with hulst, holly water yelling, “The power of Christ compels you.” Over and over.
I actually began to add to this fire. Now every time someone says something insulting I hiss at them. I began to brink Hawaiian stempel, punch for lunch to resemble blood. I loved playing the roll of a vampire. That is until he came to school.
“Class we have a new student. His name is Trent Cane.” The pudgy teacher announced. Evidently all the girls acted as fan girls. I mean he was hot, and he looked like a bad boy with his shaggy black hair, and black t-shirt and black jeans. But not hot enough for me to jump for joy. He spotted me and began to advance to me, but I put up my morgan Ville vampire book and pretended not to care. He pulled the chair volgende to me and I spoke up.
“That zitplaats, stoel is taken.” I snapped not looking at him. I don’t want to be hated for stealing every girls dream man, besides as soon as he hears the vamp rumors he’ll run.
“By whom?” he asked. I looked at him annoyed.
“My imaginary friend Terry.” I snapped and he chuckled at my reasons.
“Well then I don’t want to be rude to Terry. I’ll take another seat. But how about I see u again at lunch?” he asked.
“You don’t want to have lunch with me.” I answered reading my book again.
“Why is that?” he asked.
“Because she’s a vampire.” Heather zei turning around. “I can tell u everything. She’s a crazy vampire.” She zei glaring at me. I looked at Trent who seemed confused.
“She’s right. I am.” I zei before the klok, bell rang dismissing classes for lunch. When I closed my locker I began to walk to the library. But half way their….
“The power of the lord orders u demon to be gone.” This group of boys yelled as they drenched me in water.
“Either that, of u wanted to see me wet.” I zei shaking the water off and leaving. It wasn’t a lot of water so why worry?
The rest of the dag was boring, and I didn’t see Trent again. Big deal. I wonder if he heard about me yet. Probably did. Oh well that’s another boy I can kruis off my, ‘wont look at me because of talk’ list.