Call Me Vampirah - Robfire
My name is Kristee Johnson. I live in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania and help my Aunt Carla manage the Coffee Shop. My mom is the manager, but she barely "manages" anything. She always travels around and takes our hard-earns money.
Aunt Carla is basically my mom. She and my mom are twins. Sometimes, I wish that she was just my mom. I would never show such disrespect towards my mom, but...
This is my "mom". She's the owner of the Coffee Shop and took my Aunt Carla in when she needed help. I hate to say it but shes worse off here with my mom when she wasn't here. That's how bad she treats her.
This is my best friend, Jacob Silvernight. His family owns lots of land in almost every continent. He's the only friend I have. He's the only one who accepts my secret. My major secret.
He comes into our Shop with his all black outfit- you'd think he's all dark. He's the most brightest guy i've ever met- besides my dad.
"Hey Kris, you want to head down to the park today?"
"I'll have to ask my mom... Can you wait here for me?" He nodded his head and I turned to go up the stairs.
I ran down the corridor to my moms room. She hates to be disturbed when shes doing something important...
"Um," I cleared my throat. "Hey mom?"
She turned her head in annoyance. "Yes, Kristina?" She called me by my first name, meaning she's disturbed.
"Um, can I go to the park with Jacob?" Her eyes widened.
"Silvernight?" I nodded. She stood up quickly.
"Well? What are you doing here!? Go! Go say yes! Offer him something to eat or-or drink! Something!" and shooed me out the room.
I ran back down the corridor and flew down the stair case to find an empty Shop and a cooking Carla.
"Aunt Carla?" I called out, she came out of the kitchen and from behind the counter.
"Have you seen Jacob? He supposed to be here waiting for me." I gestured over to the table he'd been standing near.
"Oh darlin'," she said with a southern twang to her voice. "He didn't tell you where he was going? Well, he told me to tell you that he wouldn't be back for awhile... he said something about leaving."
"He's gone?" I whispered. I felt my eyes tearing up, but I didn't dare cry. I couldn't...
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