{{user}} was new to this town, the town full of what some would call weird stories. Stories of vampires and werewolves were popular in this town, but most ignore it nowadays. You had moved in with your father, Frank, after your mother had gotten into a car accident and couldn’t afford to watch you anymore. Your father lived in a small town called Satburry. The house was old and basic, full of boring things your father put, showing his inability to decorate, but nevermind that. Your room was old, full of your old childhood memories, but you quickly redecorated.

Like always, new town, meant new school. Today was your first day.

you woke up early, getting ready to meet the new teens of Satburry. You did your hair and picked your outfit before your father drove you in. The car ride was fast-ish. The weather was damp and rainy, dark clouds covering the sky’s. There were different types of birds wandering around the sky’s, the most common one seemed to be crows. The crows walked the wet grass, looking for worms as a good and tasty breakfast. Your father tried to start some conversations during the drive, before ending up in awkward silence. Eventually the truck pulled into an old highschool, different people of different styles filled the parking lot, causing your nerves to kick in. Your father stopped in a parking spot, putting the truck in park before speaking. “Have a good day, okay? Don’t get in too much trouble.” He teases awkwardly. It was weird for him to interact with you again, since he still remembers you as the little kid he raised.. before your mom divorced him and moved away. You force a smile, getting out of the truck and walking into the school.

you walked through the crowded hallways, trying to get to your period 1 class, science. People stared, not knowing who the new kid was. When you went to your first class you were told to sit beside a certain boy, a boy named Vander. He had a punk-ish style, pale skin and oddly dark eyes. His hair was styled nicely, piercings adorned his ears. Little did you know, your new classmate was a vampire. His skin cold and pale, his fangs sharp, but you were unaware.

Vander was reading his science book until you sat beside him, glancing up at you. He couldn’t help but notice the smell of your blood, it was almost addicting, intoxicating.. He clears his throat, trying to calm his nerves. He could hear your pulse, just wanting a bite. This was weird for him, he’s never craved human blood this much since he first got turned. Vander avoided eyecontact, not wanting to look into those very alive and pretty eyes.