My latest story that I put up for my friend Amz.
“I don’t know why I can’t be like them” I sighed audibly. I was watching vampire movies on my black and white television. It was 1:00 A.M. on a school night but I didn’t care. Vampires have been my favorite things since for as long as I can remember. It started when I used to watch Dracula movies on T.V. all the time. Then I started watching movies like ‘Bram Stroker’s Dracula.’ After ‘Interview with the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles’ I was absolutely hooked. Only because I found out I was named for the little girl in it. Claudia. Seems my parents have kept something from me. “If only if only” I wondered. “If only what?” and angry voice growled into my room. “If only I didn’t get caught every time I tried to stay up and watch vampire movies” I smiled and pulled my homemade vampire rag doll into my chest. I stared up at my father innocently. He just glared. “Go to bed” he said and he sounded upset. He grabbed the remote off the desk by my door. Me ancient T.V. flickered off. “Fine” I huffed. I buried myself in my Corpse Bride bed covers. Of course I didn’t fall asleep right away. What fun would that be? I thought about what it would be like to be the real Claudia. To be a Princess of Darkness. What a dream. Eventually I found out it was a dream because I woke up to me Pirates of the Caribbean clock blaring in my ear. I flicked it off and hesitantly rolled out of bed. “Claudia!” my mother screeched from down stairs. “The bus is here! Get up!” “I’m working on that.” I mumbled. I grabbed a black mini skirt, black ripped up stocking, combat boots, and a black t-shirt with a bat amulet hanging from the neck of it. I threw on my clothes as well as a Jack Skellington beanie over my freshly brushed blonde hair. I lined my blue eyes with black eyeliner and rubbed on charcoal eye shadow. I looked at my pale complexion in the vanity mirror. The purple I had dyed into my hair the previous night fell to one side of my face and stayed in place due to the beanie. I sighed and grabbed a few black accessories and my HIM backpack from my door handle and headed downstairs where my mother was waiting impatiently. “Now I’m going to have to take you. You can’t keep missing your bus,” she scolded “Sorry, but I can’t hear my alarm in the mornings” I lied. I just didn’t like to get up. So, now I had to ride in an overly expensive car with my mom’s unbearable music screaming in my ear. Ick. Country music. Not even all the music on my MP3 player could drown out its awful-ness. I eagerly jumped out of the torture on wheels. My best friend Joey was waiting for me on the steps to our high school. “Hey, Claudia,” he called. Joey and I have known each other since first grade. Since I never really had friends up till that point, Joey felt bad for me and befriended me. Since then we’ve been best friends. He got popular, in a chain affect I got popular. Even though I hated the popularity I accepted it. At least I wasn’t seen as an outcast as I once was so long ago. Joey and I were in our freshman year. Though our school was combined with the junior high. I was almost 15 and loving every second. We loved hanging out at the mall and wherever else we could both shop for our own styles. He usually wore skater dibs even though he was kind of a nerd. Well, as for me I’m a vampire-obsessed teen. What else do you think I’m going to wear? Pink? I don’t think so. But I guess it was good that we were friends. He was my only real friend. I knew inside his snobbish prep friends revered me as a freak. Still popularity is dull. I don’t recommend it.
~sweet~goth~ · Fri Sep 01, 2006 @ 04:07am · 2 Comments |