• Someone once told me that I would be able to change the way humans and vampires think of one another. Ha.....not likely. Why? Is it just because I'm half vampire and half human, that they think that I could bring peace to both races. It's never going to happen, not even if I try. For centuries humans have been scared of vampires. Even some vampires scared of the humans. But, then again there have been stories of humans and vampires falling in love. Just like my parents, and look where that has got them. Shunned by their family, and killed. I don't know how they died though, some told me they were killed in a car accident. Others told me murdered, by their own families. Well, I can believe that one.

    When they died, I was only 10 years old, and alone. Until a vampire family took me in. The Whites. They cared for me, even though I was half human. They didn't really cared much for what I was. They told me that I shouldn't care about what other people thought about me. But, how could I not when I was reminded of what I was every single day. I wasn't the only child who lived with the White's, they had a daughter who was my age, named Veronica. Or Ronie as I call her.

    By the way, my name's Tori, Tori White. I am going to be 18 this month. I have reddish brown hair, with a hint of purple, that reaches just below my shoulders. I have hazel colored eyes, that turn a dark green when I am angry, and a light, almost an icy blue color when I'm sad or scared. I also have cream colored skin, which brings out my eyes. I would say that I am somewhat freakishly tall for a girl, 5'7”. Most girls that I know are 5'4” or 5'5”.

    Just like Ronie. Even though we're not blood related, she told me, well more like commanded me to call her sister. She may look innocent, with her curly blond locks that reach down to her but, and her aquamarine colored eyes. But, she is anything but. I know it's not nice to talk about someone behind their backs, but, she can be such a b***h sometimes, and not just a b***h, a spoiled one at that. For her sixteenth birthday, her parents got her a black Porsche. And what did she do. Threw a fit like a 5 year old because it wasn't red. I mean come on. She should have been thankful that she didn't get a piece of s**t. Which I think would have been hilarious. But, she is my friend and I love her.

    Since I could remember I've been, what's that word, oh ya, picked on. Things were thrown at me, and I was beaten up a few times. But those things happened in middle school. In high school, I've mostly gotten the silent treatment from everyone, especially the vampires. At first when I started high school, most of the people didn't know me. And since I have a human scent to me, nobody was able to tell what I was. Saying that, I made friends and almost got myself a boyfriend, to me one of the hottest guys in school, J.J. Peterson. He was 6'1”, had short brown spiky hair, green eyes, a few piercings here and there. Had light brown skin and had a medium build. All in all, I thought I would finally be excepted.

    Until a girl named Anita Harold who I went to middle school with, transferred to my school. She told everyone what I was. And lets just say I haven't had friends since. Anita was, how do I put it. Gorgeous. She had long black hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. She had the smile, the walk, and the talk. She was every guys dream. But that's all because she's a vampire. Every vampire at my school is gorgeous. Even some of the humans, like J.J. But of course, I'm considered to everyone, below average.

    Honestly, now that I think about it,I could care less of what they think about me. I'm kind of happy that I have no friends. I know it's weird to say that, but think about it, no drama, no backstabbing, no boyfriends/girlfriends cheating on you. I myself, was living quite peacefully without any of those things. That is, until I heard that starting next week. Our class would be getting new students.