A girl ran through the seemingly endless forest. Branches whipped at her face. She took another deep breath.
'I have to find it!' She scolded herself. The forest faded into nothing when she realized, she didn't know what she was looking for.
Claire sat up straight in bed, gasping for air. Her light brown, wavy hair fell at once around her pure white cheeks. She looked around, and gave a sigh of relief.
It was just a dream.
Claire had the same dream for two weeks straight now. She didn't know what it meant, but it deffinately wasn't just a normal nightmare.
She hopped out of bed and stared at her closet, trying to distract her mind. She didn't really care what to wear. Claire grabbed a pair of worn jeans and threw on one of the designer shirts her mother bought her.
Although her mom tried to dress her up, Claire wasn't that big of a fan of clothes.
She ran to the bathroom and grabbed her toothbrush.
Claire looked at her teeth in the mirror.
Her fangs were like roses in the snow. They stuck out above all other teeth. She sighed at them like every morning.
"Let's go!" Claire's mom yelled from downstairs.
"Comming..." She sighed, inaudable. Her brother ran past the door in a hurry, cursing.
Claire brushed her teeth and hair. She ran downstairs and grabbed her backpack.
Looking up, she smiled at the overcast above. She let her fangs slip through her parted lips for a heartbeat.
"Stop showing off." Her brother said in a hushed tone. Claire hopped into the car.
"Shut up, Leon." Claire whispered as their mom got in the car. They drove in silence as the family drove to school.
The car stopped suddenly, not surprising Claire or Leon. Leon bolted away, joining a group from his baseball team, and Claire walked over to her mom.
"Do you have your homework?" Claire's mom asked from the driver's seat, "You're a Freshman now, and you can't let your grades slip."
"Yes, Bye." She sighed and kissed her mother. Claire's mom put her hand to her mouth.
"Do you have something in your mouth?" She asked, confuzed.
"No." Claire said simply.
She drove off, mumbling something about braces. Claire shivered.
No way her mom was tieing her teeth down with metal. What would happen if her mom found out she was a Vampire?
Claire sighedas she walked down the hall. Another day of pleasing the crowd. She was a popular vampire. She had read all the false books. Twilight, Vladimer Tod, Vampire Kisses, etc. Every last one of them. In each one, the Vampire was to him or herself. Not all of their facts were right, either. Of course she had pale skin, but that didn't make her a Vampire. She woke up one day with her brother in front of her house at three in the morning. She didn't remember anything before that. Absolutely nothing. Leon was the same. She had been a Vampire for as long as she could remember. "Claire!" A blonde girl with green eyes motioned to her in homeroom. "I'll be there later, Jenny." Claire told her. Jenny nodded and went back to talking with a guy. Claire hurried down the hallway. She slid her fingers between the bricks on the wall. Suddenly the wall moved away and a door replaced it. Claire pushed on it, opening up a large white room. Music sheets were thrown everywhere. Chairs were placed carelessly near instruments. She was in the school's music room. Claire made her way through the mess to the instructer's piano. She sat down carefully, and slid her fingers onto the keys. She played the scale quickly. It made a smile pull onto her face. Claire looked out the window, making sure nobody was listening. Her fingers then danced, producing light chords; Her own composition. Her voice broke through the notes, pure and soft. It was even sweeter than the notes from the piano. Suddenly, She heard the door open. Claire stopped suddenly, getting up and running through the junk to the door on the other side of the room. "Hello?" Someone asked from behind her. It was a male's voice. About her age, by the tone. However, it was soft like velvet. Claire didn't waist time seeing who it was. She pushed through the door and ran, desprate to get to her first class.
