First day Of School.

The following day, our parents dropped us off at school. This felt a bit odd. We were all adults acting like children. Meanwhile, our parents were trying to get in good hands with the residents of our area.

But once we reached inside the school, we all split. I walked around for a bit before looking for my first class.

When I was walking, I must not have been paying attention. I say this because I bumped into some girl. She had an old-looking book in her hand. Both of us reached for it, and our hands made contact.

I don't know if she noticed, but I swear I saw a red static on contact.

"Ow," She said softly. Then we both chuckled. I grabbed her book and handed it to her.

"Sorry about that. I'm not usually that clumsy. I'm just looking for room 106B," I said awkwardly.

"No way. You're new, aren't you?" She said surprisingly. I told her I was new.

There was a period of just gazing at each other. Then, she said, "Well, my name is Tanya. That room would be down the hall on your left."

"I appreciate that, thanks," I said as I walked off. Then I added, "My name is Amir, by the way."

"You're welcome, Amir," She then added.

That was strange. I've never met anyone like her. And that red static was odd as well. Maybe I'm just seeing things. I wouldn't be surprised at this point.

I walked into class, and the teacher, Mr. Darnel, said, "You must be Amir Williamson. Come."

I walked over to him, and he gave me a syllabus. He told me to have it signed by the end of the week. He also said that the seats in the back were open.

It's a good thing this was a history class; being old will come in handy.

When the class began, Mr. Darnel said, "Today, class, we will be continuing where we left off. World War Two."

"I have a question," He said, followed by, "On what day did D-day end?"

I raised my hand and said, "June sixth nineteen ninety-four."

"Correct, Amir," Mr. Darnel conveyed.

He continued lecturing for the remainder of class, and at the end, he gave us homework on World War Two dates. Basically, he wanted us to draw a line from the event to the correlating date.

The next class I had was Biology. I could already tell this was going to be a shit show. I walked in, and the class seemed to be there already. I took a seat and sat my bag on the floor.

"Class, we have a new student Today. Make sure to show him what to do if he's confused." The teacher sounded a bit exhausted. She didn't seem to want to be there.

"OK, class, go grab the frog dissection kits and return to your seats," She said.

I was a bit hesitant, but I grabbed one of those kits. I hope I don't react to the blood. I can't help it sometimes. The teacher told us to watch her do it before we did it ourselves.

She instructed us to make a circle around her table so we could watch closely.

When she stuck the blade inside the frog, a little blood splattered on the table. I could feel my fangs pushing through my gums. One of the guys in my class noticed me. Then, I exited the class unannounced. The teacher called out to me.

Then the guy who noticed me said, "He's probably queasy. I'll check on him." The teacher just let it slide and continued teaching the remainder of the class.

I found myself in the restroom stall. Then, the restroom doors opened, and someone asked, "Uh... Are you OK in there?"

"I'm fine. I'm just not used to seeing that much blood," I replied shortly after. He approached my stall and said, "Come out. I might be able to help you out," He said.

I made up every excuse I could to make him go away, but he wouldn't. There was no other choice but to exit the stall.

Once I walked out, he attempted to reassure me. I splashed water on my face and said, "I'm fine."

He chuckled before saying, "There's something about you. I can sense it."

I looked up into his reflection. Then, I looked back at him and said, "What are you talking about?"

He crossed his arms and then asked, "Your necklace? What is it made of?"

The mood suddenly shifted right after he asked that question. Could he know that I was a vampire? Are the residents of this city all-knowing of our kind?

"Why do you ask?" This was my only option. If I asked any other question or even told him, it would raise his suspicion. He pulled a necklace out of his shirt and said, "I have one, too."

"Are you?" I didn't want to ask him if he was a vampire. He could be tricking me into saying the word.

"I think you mean to ask me if I am a vampire," He expressed.

All I could do was gaze at him. He let out a sigh and showed me his fangs. Then I felt a sudden relief. My body lost its tension, and my conscience felt a relief.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"Well, it is not often that someone with a similar necklace as mine is affected by the presence of blood," He responded.

I changed the color of my eyes and said, "I didn't think I'd meet another vampire,"

"Well, my name is Gabriel. But you could call me Gabe," He said momentarily.

He suggested that we should head back to class. I agreed, and we were on our way.

When we exited the restroom, two buff guys walked right through us.

"Watch where you're going, asshole," Gabe said. Both of them turned back, and one of them said, "Do we have a problem here?"

Gabe then said, "Yeah, there's a fucking problem; you could've said excuse me."

"It's fine, Gabe. Let us get back to class," I added.

"Yeah, Gabe. Go back to class, you little bitch," He said mockingly.

I don't know what had gotten into me, but all I could do was punch him in the face. Once I hit him, he flung into the restroom, and his friend said, "Oh, now you're dead."

He grabbed a hold of both Gabe and me, then flung us into the lockers. From there, it was a full-on fight. One thing caught me off guard. They weren't feeling any of our blows. Even a bodybuilder couldn't endure a hit from a vampire.

One of them hit me in the stomach, and this enraged me. I broke free and bit him on the neck.

He screamed like a girl and said, "You bit me!" His eyes started gleaming an amber-like color. His friend put his hand on his shoulder and said, "Not here, dude."

They carefully fled the scene, and we were on our way back to class.