Even though it was Saturday, the alarm woke me up and I completed my morning ritual as normal. This morning, I had a lemon for breakfast and Phoebe had no comments. She looked sullen and angry. I put a careful, reassuring hand on her shoulder in attempt to comfort her. She just shook me off.
"Phoebe? What happened?" I asked slowly; she turned to me suddenly.
"You happened!" she shouted suddenly; I stepped back, surprised.
"I happened?" I questioned; "what the hell does that mean?"
"My date left me as soon as he heard my last name. There are rumors about you, you know. About you being some freak with a weird disease or something."
"How is that my fault? I didn't ask to be born, and if I knew it was such a problem for you, maybe I would have asked Dad to take me with him because we all know he would have understood my baby talk!" I shouted as well.
"It's not that you are what you are! You're just so damn anti-social! You have no friends, no sports, no clubs, and no life! So it IS your fault!"
"Well, maybe I'll just go up to someone today and flash a nice big smile. I'll talk to them and see what happens!" My teeth showed as I screamed.
Then I calmed down suddenly.
"Fine. You're right. Maybe I should expose myself, and get killed, and ruin you. What do I care? I'm just a heartless vampire."
to wait for kiwibox to catch up with me! i appreciate the support!