Not Another Vampire Book by Ramona Flowers (best classic books of all time .TXT) 📕

rings; before I answer it Heather saunters in and heads straight for the kitchen.
“’Hey how are you Sharon’”? I ask sarcastically to myself loud enough for her to hear.
“Good” she smiles with her mouth full of my burger. “What happen to you at school today? The Sharon I know doesn’t skip class.” She teases.
“Yeah well the Sharon you know also doesn’t go to some guy’s house and get caught making out with them by their crazy brother.”
Heather’s eye bug as she takes another bite of the burger. “You did what?”
I just stare at the wall instead of answering her. She glares at me then flips on the TV. We sit like that for a couple of hours until I quietly get up and go upstairs. “Turn the TV off when you’re gonna go to bed, guest bedroom please I want my bed tonight.” I call down.
My bedroom is like the dream bedroom of any girl (in my opinion). The walls are a light ocean blue color (took days to paint), but you can barely see the blue because the walls are swarmed with band posters and pictures (mostly Memphis May Fire and Of Mice and Men etc.). My canopy king size bed sits up against the wall with matching sheets and curtain. The only windows in the room are all connected in a hexagonal shape. The bathroom doors and closet door are right next to each other. The bathroom leads into the closet at the end (so it’s a big closet). My closet is organized by season then into sub categories by school and casual; with an entire dresser dedicated to pajamas and chilling clothes. (It’s the only time that I strictly enforce organization.)
I grab a random pair of pajamas and take a quick shower (including other bathroom presiders to go to sleep). Heather walks in with an outstretched and I give her clothes that she leaves here for emergencies. “Thanks.” She attempts to say through the toothbrush in the mouth. I laugh at her as a glob of toothpaste slides down her cheek.
She slaps my arm before rushing to the bathroom and slamming to door. My head automatically shakes at her craziness. “Where is my iPod?” I shout at the door.
“Night stand.” She yells back.
I take my iPod out and put it on the dock then press play. Memphis May Fire begins to play; I bob along for a minute before plopping onto my bed. Sleeps tackles me within seconds.
The harsh buzzing of my alarm jolts me awake. I groan as I slide out of bed to wake up Heather. The guest bedroom door is open and a large lump of blankets indicated that Heather is hiding in there. I walk up to the bed, take a deep breathe, then body slam straight on the center of blankets.
“Oww you bitch!” Heather yells throwing the blankets off her onto my laughing self. She tends to cuss a lot when she is mad or excited.
“It’s time to get up.” I smile, but she just groans. “If you get up I’ll make you bacon.” She tossed me off her and runs into the bathroom. “Works every time.”
I waltz back into my room to grab my uniform, then into my bathroom. It takes me all of 15 minutes to shower, brush my teeth, do my hair, and get dress; while Heather is still in the showers. I sigh and proceed downstairs to make the bacon I promised her. By the time the bacon was done she was dressed and had her makeup on. We were both wearing the same (kinda) uniform today. We both had on the black button down but mine was short sleeve and she was long sleeve. We both had on our thigh high skirts and all black converses. “We think too much alike.” I sighed.
“Yeah that’s why we are best friends, well you, me, Caitlin, and Zania.” She beamed.
I glared at her for a second, “Why are you so happy?”
“One because I get bacon and two I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh crap.” Heathers surprises were either the most awesome thing that could happen to you or get you in the hospital for three days (trust me I know).
“Okay so you know how Halloween is coming up in two weeks?” she asked extremely enthusiastic.
“Oh crap.” I repeated.
“Oh shut up. Anyway I got you, me, and Zania tickets to a secret Halloween show for….”
“For what?” I asked bored and slighty irritated that she stops in mid-sentence like that.
“Memphis May Fire!!” she screamed.
I stood there for a second not sure if I heard her right. Then it clicked and we ran into a happy dancing and screaming hug. “How?! They never play Halloween and they are supposed to on tour in Europe!!”
She scoffed at me, “Pssh please I have connections.”
“Let me guess you dad organized it?”
“Yup” she smiled popping the ‘p’. “Anyway it’s on Halloween (duh) and you can’t get in without a sexy costume so I'm taking you shopping after school.”
“Okay, but wait I have practice.”
“Skip it you have all week so far.”
“Huh you have a point. Okay.”
I glanced at the clock just as Heather bit into her bacon. “Crap we have to go. Take you bacon to go.” I rushed her throwing her bacon onto a napkin, grabbing our school uniform sweaters and my car keys.
Heather plopped into the passenger seat and continued eating the bacon while I scrabbled putting our bags into the backseat and pulling out of the driveway. I drove like crazy not worrying about a speeding ticket because the cops here love me.
I pulled up to the school with a sigh. “Made it.” I breathed.
“Yeah half an hour before the school bell rings to let people inside.” Heather grumbled sarcastically.
“Whatever Heather its keeps your tardy ass on time. Put your sweater on its cold outside.”
“Yes mom.” She rolled her eyes taking the sweater from me.
I pulled mine on; we got out of the car and made our way to our little group that sits on the benches near the flag pole. It was me, Heather, Zania, Patricia, Caitlin, and Patrick. I know it sound like a lot of girls but all my guy friends like to be late or are with their girlfriends.
“Hey what are you guys doing for Halloween?” I asked
“I’m going to my visit my family for the weekend.” Caitlin sighed.
“Me too.” Patricia called over her headphones.
“I don’t know?” Zania said. “I haven't planned that out.”
“You’re gonna be with us.” Heather said pointing to me and her. Zania nodded her head ‘okay’.
“Can’t say sorry.” Patrick winked.
We all just shook our heads ignoring Patrick’s weirdness, “So is it just the three of us?” Zania asked.
“Yup” Heather nodded.
“Costume shopping after school, that means Zania and I pick your costume.” Heather chided as the bell rung.
I groan at the thought, both of them like to use me like some kind of skanky dress-up doll because I don’t like to dress like a girly girl. It is a rare occasion and they take full advantage of it. The worst part is that it’s a “sexy” Halloween costume requirement that means short dresses and fishnets.
All wrapped up in my Halloween sorrows, I forgot about yesterday’s Damion incident. Crap I thought to myself as I see him sitting next to my desk. What do I do? What do I do? I kept screaming in my head, but kept a calm face. He sent a small glance at me but otherwise ignored me for the rest of the class period. I sigh an inward sigh of relief, for now.
Damion had not said a word to me all day, and I was getting worried. It was like watching a room fill with gasoline, then striking a match. The bell rung and Damion slammed his hands on his desk, turning to me looking furious. Everyone took that as a sign to get the hell out of there, even the teacher left me for dead locking the door behind him.
“Yes?” I squeaked, but he held up his hand silencing me.
He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, but shouldn’t I be the one who is so pissed off? I just sat there waiting for him to talk. “I’m sorry.” He grumbles.
I do a double take making sure I heard him right. He was sorry?! What kind of bull is that?! “What kind of bull is that?!” I yell out loud. “First you somehow get me to almost sleep with you, then you just let your crazy ass brother nearly give me a concussion and now you say “sorry”?” I rant. “Oh like hell I’m accepting that apology. You say sorry when you’re late for a date of or when you bump into someone in the hall. You don’t just say sorry when you are effing mental. ‘Oh I apologize for being a playboy whore with a bitch of a maid and a psychopathic brother’ would be nice.” I finish taking in a deep breath.
Damion just stood there not saying a word, just listening to everything I say. His face was blank, but all his emotion was showing in his eyes. I stood there in looking him straight in the eyes, waiting for a response. When I didn’t get one I just shook my head, grabbed my stuff, and left leaving him there looking defeated.
“Where were you?” Heather asks waiting at my car with Zania.
“I got held after class for a bit.” I lied.
Heather just rolled her eyes as we all got in the car and drove to the nearest Halloween store. The closer we got to the store, the less I thought about Damion and I was thankful for that.
The store clerk had been drooling over every costume Zania and Heather made me try on. They had asked him for help and he gladly obliged. We had settled on an Alice in Wonderland theme. Heather was the mad hatter, Z was Alice, and I was the Cheshire Cat. How unfortunate. Zania and Heather were fighting over which one I should choose. It came down to a strapless purple stripped dress that came about 4 inches above my knees with purple pumps. Heather wanted a purple stripped leather corset with matching shorts and knee high black boots. Both outfits came with ears and a tail. I genuinely didn’t want to wear either because they were so revealing, but I wasn’t allowed an opinion.
“I think I have a solution.” The store clerk grinned. He was about 6 feet and pretty cute with his gauged ears and eyebrow piercings. He looked like the pictures on Google if you typed “emo boys” in Google images. He disappeared into the back of the store, then came back holding his “solution”.
It was a mixture of both costumes; Zania’s stripped dress with Heather’s leather. They squealed and I groaned. They tossed me back into the dressing room with their new find. It fit nicely molding to my every curve and I kind of liked it (but I’d never admit it). I stepped out of the dressing room to silence. They all gawked at me and I knew that was the final ballet, I was getting it. Minutes later we all had out costumes and were at the checkout counter. The guy rang them up, giving us a secret discount and slipping me his number in exchange. In two weeks I would have to wear this horrendous outfit in public (even though it made me look good).
Two week flew by and the next thing I knew we Heather, Zania and I were getting dressed in my room. Damion’s name flashed on my phone for the umpteenth time that day.