Chapter 1
It had already been a long day, but according to the weather, it was about to get longer. I sighed to myself in disappointment as I stared out the rain streaked window. I pressed my palm against the glass and felt the coolness of the water against the panes. It did little to comfort me, but, hey, at least it felt good. I sat in my room, already dreading what my mother had planned for the day. Yesterday, she had wanted to go shoe shopping, something I despise more than words can express. But, when it started to rain, she brushed it off and insisted we have an 'at home girl's day'.
Now, don't get me wrong. I absolutely love my mother. She's all I could ever hope for when it came to my only family, but sometimes she was a bit overbearing and old-fashioned. There was nothing she loved more than to spend girl time with her 'Precious Pumpkin' and it bugged me to no end. Especially when all I wanted to do was sit in my room and sulk over how my life wasn't perfect.
I know, I know, that sounds petty. And, to be honest, I have absolutely no excuse as to why that was what I preferred to spend my time doing. I just preferred it. It was kinda nice, being able to lay on your bed and clear your mind of all the things that were bugging you. I wasn't emo, I wasn't goth, and I don't think I was depressed......I don't think. I just treasured my time alone rather than in the hell we call society.
As you've probably guessed, I'm not a social person. I'm shy, and I look like the kind of girl mother's would keep their children away from. But looks can be deceiving. I'm pretty nice when someone takes the time to come up and talk to me. I'm blunt, but nice.
I sat at the bay window and stared through the glass at the grey world outside. The sun was hidden behind the clouds, which relieved me. The sun and I had never been the best of friends. And with the sun out of sight, I could easily look around outside. When the sun was out, I usually stayed hidden within the walls of my home. I burn pretty easily, as well as the fact that I have eyes that just so happen to be very sensitive to light. This is the main reason I don't venture far from home most days. Except of course, when I have school.
A wave of anxiety passed through me as this thought crossed my mind.
School.
The place where all my nightmares come to life.
Okay, so I might be being a bit dramatic, but school sucked. Especially for a 17 year old vampire kid who had no friends. And, no. In case you were wondering. I'm not an actual vampire. I just resemble one. I have quite pale skin, black hair that reaches past my shoulders, and dark eyes that could be classified more as black than brown.
I shivered as a slight breeze blew through my cracked window. I quickly shut it, then walked slowly down the stairs to our living room to see what on earth could be taking my mother so long. I walked into the living room, turned the corner to the kitchen and froze at what I saw.
My mother stood in front of the sink, a smoking baking pan in her hands, and she tried to rinse charcoal out of it. Just then, she looked up to see me standing in the doorway, and she gave me a bright smile.
"Look, Raven. I made cookies!"
