Ello, y'all. I seriously doubt that more then three people will read this, but whatever.
This is suppost to turn into a vampire story, though I've only written a few paragraphs. I'll update this when I'm done with the story completely, so don't get too comfortable.
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Chapter One

Finally, a day alone to myself. I basked in the sunlight from my window, feeling as free as a sunbeam. I dipped my face in the warmth of my pillow, dreaming of nowhere else but here. My own private paradise.
Then, Hell broke loose-- my alarm clock rang. Angerly, I shifted in my sold bed, and peeked up from my pillow; it was darker then ever outside. I chewed my fingernails bitterly, 'Winter,' I growled, turning on my lamp. The light hit me like a bullet, and seconds later, I was out of bed.
I ran into the bathroom, splashing hot water on my face to keep myself energized. I shoveled a toothbrush into my mouth, scraping old food off of my yellow teeth. I rinsed the brush and threw carelessly into a basket, swallowing my toothpaste. I zipped downstairs, shoving a bagel into my mouth and grabbing a glass of sour milk. I wrinkled my nose as I drank, and almost spit it all out. I knew I would be paying for it later.
I heard my dad's door creek open,"Jenny, is that you?," he hissed, "Your classes don't start until.... later-" I heard him fumble for his watch, "- come on, you have five hours! Is the first day back THAT important?" I rolled my eyes in his direction.
"Of course not!" I muttered, "I just want to see him."
"Landon." But it wasn't a question. "Well, did he invite you over today?"
"Duh! Why else would I be up at four a.m.?" I slapped my forehead. "I'm going over at five, if thats okay. He said he could help me prepare for studies." I tried hard to be convincing.
My father shook his head, "It's alright by me, just don't let him don anything rash to you." I gocked, but he continued., "All I'm saying is that the boy is a little... strange. Thats all. If you want to come home, go ahead and call me."
"Dad, I'm taking my car. I know how to drive." I picked up my book bag and grabbed my keys. "I'll see you later."
"What? It's only four-twenty..."
"I'm going to the lounge first, dad. Like always..." I shook my head in discust. 'Why does he forget everything?' I mused.

I walked down our driveway and sighed; it had always seemed empty without mum's SUV hogging the space. Tears gripped my eyes when I thought of her... just last year, she and dad had a horrible fight, and they divorced, leaving me with my messed up father. I could never figure out why they fought, or how I ended up with a half-beaten drunk for a dad.

THE END... FOR NOW!!!