moving day
“I hate moving I despise it. So when my mom got a job offer in Sunnyvale Mississippi. I was less than thrilled I protest full-on picket signs and even chanted NO NO I won’t go. That last about a week She shut me up with three little words Jazz is there.”
“Jazz was my babysitter when I was young. She lived next door. She moved when I was around fifteen. I never saw her smile. I did once I just for a second I saw fangs but I was eleven and could have imagined it.”
“Boy was I in for the shack of my life this year I mean I always knew vampires werewolves were real they had to be after all there are more things in heaven and earth than dreamt up in our philosophy.”
“And I thought being a teenager in high school was bad. But being the girlfriend to a teenage vampire queen while every vampire clan and faction in the nation is after your throne that’s even worse.” But I suspect that’s what you readers are here for all you young adults want to hear about my senior year in high school and the summer that followed.”
“My senior year was going to be a bloodbath. It’s a wonder I survived at all. But I guess that’s my life now. I have gotten more blood on me this year than I have my whole life. And I cried more than I did when I found out Paul Walker had died. Now that just wasn’t even fair.”
“I mean come on he was so young why. I’m sorry give me a second to collect myself. The point is this year was a lot to take in I mean I almost died twice. Boy was Jazzmen pissed at me for the second time. It’s not my fault. That dumb cheerleader hand a shiv I mean what cheerleader brings a shiv to a high school prom crazy vampire ones that’s for sure.”
“Anyway yeah I hate moving, road trips however those are fun but that’s a story for another time another place. Just kidding will get to the road trip later.” For Now, where was I oh yeah the beginning of my senior year of high school.” And how it went from studying for exams to running for my life.” Yep Moving sucks. Moving during the end of my summer break before my senior year was kind of smart.” At least I’m not moving in the middle of the school year.”
By the time we got there, I had fallen asleep in the moving truck. and had to pull over or I would have wrecked it. Which meant it was my mom’s turn to drive. it took the two of us three days to just get into town. we ended up spending a week in a hotel room. a stuffy small cramped hotel room. Thank god for vampire porn or I never made it through the week.
My step-sister being a real estate agent. So she got our mom a really good deal on our house. It’s this creepy and totally aswome run-down estate manner. Turns out it’s an old mayflower family home must have belonged to my father’s great great great grandfather or something. And when I say run down I mean rat breeding in every corner of the massive manor. Paint pilling off the walls black mode and water dripping from the ceiling.
