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Beep beep beep! My clock alarm went off. I roll over and try to grab my clock but it falls off my end table and lands on the floor with a clunk. Trying to catch it so do I. My eyes are barely open, I teach over to the clock and try to find the button but fail. So I throw it against the wall, pull my big, warm, gray blanket off the bed and roll back in it making myself a burrito. I close my eyes and start to drift again when I come to realization. I just threw my fifth clock against the wall, and also that I'm attempting to sleep on the uncomfortable wood floor, and lastly I have to get up or else I'll miss the bus. Not to mention the fact that I have drool streaks on my face and pillow. By the way it's Saturday, so I'm not talking the bus to school. I have to go to a welcoming party tonight but I have to help set up first.

A welcoming party is basically a party welcoming newcomers. From newborn babies, to normal humans joining, to other vampires from different clans coming to our clan. We have these parties only a few times a year. How do the humans know you might ask? Thats just it. They don't. The ones who discover are tracked down and A) killed, or B) join, they make the choice and most don't regret it for some reason. They can't tell any other humans otherwise that's considered treason and is punishable by death. The torture chamber for a year or two or public humiliation depending on the clan leader and whether or not they're having a good day. Our society sounds harsh, and that's true it is but it's home. And unfortunately I have no way out except death. I don't think I want to die today.

I finally get up, wipe the drool off my face and pick up my slightly shattered clock.
"Damn it." I curse quietly to myself. My parents are going to kill me. This is the fifth clock in the past two months that I've broken. Luckily there's a new clock repair shop down in Toledo. Yup, you heard me. I'm from Ohio! GO BUCKS MICHIGAN SUCKS! Don't quote me on that, I don't watch football, I just thought that'd be fun to say.

"Rosalind Saraphina Garuci! (GUH-ROO-SEE) Hurry up! You're going to miss the bus!" I. Hate. My. Name. It just sounds so.....foreign....calling myself Rosalind so I tell people to call me Rose or Roo . I prefer Roo though. When I was little I used to pronounce my name like Roosalind so my Grandpa Joey (A.K.A Elder Joe) started calling me Roo. He passed away when I was twelve so I started feeling people to call me Roo. And come on, Rosalind? Rosalind leads to Rose or Rosa and both remind of the flower which is coincidentally red. Like blood. Hence why I hate my name, hence why I give people the death glare when they call me one of those three names, well except my parents of course. After people receive my glare, they call me Roo from them on.

I rummage through my droors to find an outfit for today, end up finding a short sleeve jade green shirt with a silver belt and black buckle at the waist and a simple pair of light gray leggings. I go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, and quickly brush my shoulder length brown hair.  My eyes are also brown but more like a milk chocolate brown mixed with a bit of hazel. I check the time on my touch screen black android phone. 9:20. CRAP. I have ten minutes! I find a pair of socks which never seem to match so I'm stuck with a black and gray striped sock and a pink leopard print sock, great. I slip on my ankle high (mismatching sock hiding) black boots with a heel about an inch or two high. Nothing fancy. Grab my bag...let's see...napkins check, mini mouth wash check, hair pins check, brush check, small notepad check, pen check, phone check....uh oh 9:27 AM! 3 minutes! Ok ok ok I think I have everything. I rush down the stairs- oh crap! I forgot the broken clock alarm! I run back up, grab it and stuff it in my Mary Poppins bag while running down the stairs.

"Bye guys!" I shout but am grabbed by the arm. It's my mom. And guess whats in her hand? A blue plastic (not see through might I add) water bottle filled half way with blood. How I know? I frequently drank blood for so long that my senses are permanently heightened. Not as heightened as the rest of us but heightened enough to smell a hint of blood in the air.

"Here you go sweetie." She says with a smile. I take it and start to walk away.

"Thanks Mom!"

"Ah ah ah! Drink it right here, I want to see you drink it." She folds her arms. Oh no does she know? Wait! I have an excuse. I take a small drink then act like I just remembered something.

" Mom I'll drink on the way, I can't drink more or I'll miss the bus!" She sighs.

"Alright but promise me you'll drink this?" I'm hesitant but I nod and run to the bus stop thankful that the bus was late considering I got there at 9:33 and the bus arrived at 9:35. Five minutes late.

I sat in the fifth row looking out the window as I watch cars and stores and people go past in blurs. I lied. And worst of all...I lied to my mother. That was hard for me to do. Even though I do it all the time, lying to my family and friends, it never gets any easier. My eyes water a bit and I take a couple deep breaths. I'm scared and ashamed and lonely. I can't be myself around anyone. It hurts. I'm not depressed though I mean not really. I don't feel miserable, just a little lonely. But I'm used to it by now. It doesn't really bother me anymore. Another lie.
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Hi guys! Sorry for the wait. I'm not on a schedule for updates yet. I have been brainstorming LOL Also I don't know how to add people to the cast so if anyone could help me out that'd be awesome. Thank you guys! Vote comment and share, it would be very appreciated.

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