Chapter 7“Emma, what are you daydreaming about again? Get to school; otherwise you’ll be late…again. You don’t want to start high school on a bad note!” Maya lectured.
“Whatever.” I muttered as I stood up and walked toward the door.
“Aren’t you going to change or at least fix your hair?” my sister asked, eying my baggy T-Shirt and ripped pajama bottoms.
“What’s the point?”
I slammed the door shut before she could complete her sentence. I could feel the scorching heat of the sun on my face, which was already beading with sweat. Why do girls dress up so much anyway? It’s not like school’s a fashion contest or anything. All they want to do is get noticed.
I smirked. Hah! Getting noticed… while those girls wake up at five in the morning just to straighten their hair and get noticed, I’m sleepin’ in and trying my best not getting noticed!
I stopped short at the park bench down the street. The old, off-white sign next to it was labeled: Bus Stop.
Yeah, I know….you usually don’t see random vampires taking the bus to school. But hey, if you left the house the way I did, chances are –you aren’t getting a ride.
Just then, the screeching, rusty sounds of the bus broke me out of my reverie. The door swung open, and the familiar face of an elderly woman appeared behind the driver’s seat.
She inspected me –my hair, my face, my clothes, and then sighed. “Morning Emma.”
I nodded curtly and stepped into the non-air conditioned bus. The whispers flooded down the aisle and into my ear.
“Who in the world is that?”
“What’s up with her face?”
“Did she forget to look at a mirror?”
I grinned inside. Great! They hate me already! This year might not turn out so bad after all!
I walked toward the seat at the end of the bus with such force, that I made the girl sitting in front of me flinch.
This is perfect! Some kids even look a bit scared of me! I felt a pair of eyes staring at me. I looked at the seat beside me to see a puny, bespectacled girl, who definitely did not look as though she was old enough to be in high school…probably just another nerd that skipped a couple grades. I returned her stare, except I made sure mine was extra cold and hollow. A glare that a kid could even have nightmares about. I saw her shiver, in the eighty degree weather. I grinned. I could get used to this! I thought, as I waited for the bus to reach to reach my prison.