"Yaaawn...." I rub my eyes until they burn. I crawl out of my sad excuse for a bed and onto my hard stone floor. I slowly trudge to the kitchen and to the refrigerator. Man, why do all mornings have to be so tiring and routine. I wrench open the door to the fridge and pull out my favorite... a jar of fresh blood. Well, I guess you could call it fresh. I slit the deer's throat last night, which I guess is not too long ago. I heave the heavy jar onto the table, meanwhile grabbing a cup from the cupboard at the same time. I plop myself onto a chair and take a sip of cool blood. Deer blood, it always has this scent of pine, no matter how much alchemy is performed to purify it. I guess the scent sort of sticks to it like a bumper sticker, unlike my sanity. I could lose it any second, anytime. Just go straight into full vampire mode, ya' know?
I finish my cup of blood while reading my chemistry textbook for class today. I suck at chemistry, both ways. I'm not a learner or a lover, apparently. I pull on my school shoes and clamber to the entrance to my cave. I just love this view, it never gets old. All of Fireridge is visible from here. I feel like telling it that Julisa Ketsueki is about to own it. I stroll down the mountain today. I don't feel much like flying. Flying is for lazy people - or cool ones, either option is right.
A few minutes later I approach the grand threshold of Tamashi High. I remember it differently every day. It always feels smaller in my mind than in reality. A mini replica of Tamashi High School. A replica I can control, unlike this one. A group of juniors and seniors floats by; they're all engaged in conversation. I approach them.
"Hello," I mutter.
"Shove off," the largest of them replies.
Crap, I've ran into a gang.
"What do you want?!" I retort.
"It's none of your business," the large one answers.
"Fine."
What a bunch of jerks. Oh well, I won't have to deal with them forever, they're leaving now.
I'm close to the entrance now. I peer back. The gang's gone. I've gone here every year for decades. Nobody knows who I am, though; nobody recognizes me. My complexion is always changing. I look different upon my will. If I think of black, my hair might turn black, you get the jist. Every year when entering school, I make up a fake ID; every year when leaving school, I lie that I'm moving. It's simple, really. Just a way to avoid prying eyes and ears.
I pull open Tamashi's massive doors. My awe is always here, the grandest of schools. I scramble to my locker.
"Woah!" I shout.
I've tripped on somebody.
"Hey, you okay?" I hear from behind me.
I flip over and stutter. This boy is handsome.
His flyaway hair is the perfect autumn brown and his shining brown eyes penetrate my heart. I look for words and end up stuttering some more. Talking's probably a bad choice right now.
"Okay..." He mentions as he steps away.
"Sorry, I'm not one for first impressions," I stammer after him.
"K."
"What's your name?"
"Steve."
He appreciates the power of small talk.
"Hey, see you later!" I stutter as the warning bell rings and he runs off.
Shoot, I like him, the demons will want him to.