My life is like a carosel, round and round it goes. Where it stops nobody knows and I'm sad to say that includes me.

I used to think I was just a normal sixteen year old boy, trying to fit in with the cool crowd. I kept trying to get attention. I just wanted people to like me, and just when they started to notice me, I was told the worst thing of my life. I was told that I'm a vampire.

At first I though that my parents were joking, but they hardly seemed amused. I didn't believe them; I didn't want to believe them. Then they decided to show me.

My mother slid a sharp kitchen knife down her wrist. I grimaced as the vibrant red liquid began to drain out of the wound. Then, so suddenly, the wound began to heal. The blood disappeared as the flesh seemed to close back together. Within just seconds, it was as if the wound was never there.

I was both disgusted and afraid of my parents. If they were what they claimed to be, what did they eat, or worse, who? Then I felt It.

The thirst... The hunger for life. I couldn't sleep and my stomach ached. I puked up all the food I tried to eat and my head throbbed with pain. I wanted to just scream; as if that woud have helped. The light started to hurt my eyes and I was sometimes angry for no aparent reason.

I definately had no chance at becoming popular now. My life had turned upside down and maybe even a little sideways too.

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A/N:

This is just a little start to something I wrote in Math class. I don't think it's that great, but I posted it to get some feedback. I'm not sure if I should continue with it.

~SnB~