Dear Kitty,
My skin's growing more and more sensitive to the sun. Since the cold weather's come in, I don't look suspicious covering up every bit of skin I can, but what'll I do when it gets hot again? (If I live that long!) And I like showing off my skin! In addition to the mirror glasses, I wear brimmed hats now, which Hugh thinks look cute on me, just like everything else I wear. I was kind of hoping I wouldn't turn into a vampire in every way. I love blood, but it looks like it's only a matter of time before I can't go out in the daytime at all. What will I do about school? I wasn't planning to drop out until I'm ready to run away. And I won't have as much time with Hugh. But at least I won't have to deal with Mary and her stupid Clique so much. Except that Mary's started hanging around our place, researching and scheming with my mom. Those too have gotten pretty thick, in maybe more than one sense of the word. Mom's more gung ho about this cure idea now that she has Mary to egg her on. But if Mary's still there when I get up from my afternoon nap, she and I fight like two cats over a territory (and you know who the territory is!) As for the rest of the Clique, Melanie and Sandy are this cutesy couple who probably wouldn't hurt a fly, but it's that Calendri dude I'm not sure of. He may be a loser, but I don't think he's a softy like Mary. What should I think of a geek who dresses like a Dracula wannabe? If he really wanted to become a vampire, he wouldn't have shown up at school that day with that damn crucifix dangling from his neck, because he really thought it would keep me away. He said so when I turned away in disgust. Of course I couldn't let him think that, so I marched back up and ripped that thing off him. He stared back at me with wide eyes. I told him to watch his neck, and it wasn't until I was a ways away that he called after me, "You broke my family heirloom crucifix! This means war!" "It was only the chain," I called back. "The dead guy's still intact." Does Darrell really intend to wage some kind of war, or was that just hot air? He's supposed to be helping Mary find me a cure, not plunging a stake into my heart. But I don't trust him . . .
Wary, Carletta
Carletta · Wed Nov 10, 2004 @ 10:19pm · 2 Comments |