• I'm Emily Stoner, and this was how my life completely changed when I became a vampire.
    It was the first day of ninth grade. Still in my dark pajama pants and tank top, I shuffled through my clothes. "I've got nothing to wear!" I said. In a few short minutes, I thought of a gray shirt, black vest, and dark gray skinny jeans with my favorite converse shoes.
    Afterwards, I looked at the mirror. "Maybe I should do a smokey eye." I said to myself. It's been a while since I did one, I just hope I don't forget how to do one.
    "Emily! Breakfast's ready!" Mom yelled through the stairs.
    I hurried up on what I was doing, grabbed my backpack, and ran Downstairs.There, I found my sister, Brenda, my brother, Mike, and my dog, Friday. All of them were older than me.
    My sister, Brenda, had tan skin, braces, brunette hair with bangs, and grey eyes.She was wearing a grey jacket with a black tank top, black faded jeans, converse shoes, and a chocker. She always thinks my outfits look horrible without the chocker she gave me.
    "Emily, you forgot to wear your chocker, again." She said in her Hey-Emily-I'm-gonna-remind-you-to-wear-your-chocker-again voice.
    I felt my neck, it was true. I was sooo busy doing my smokey eye that I forgot to wear my chocker, again.
    So, I hurridly ate my eggs, toast, and bacon and ran upstairs to go grab the chocker.
    When I came back down, Brenda and Mike was arguing.
    "Gothic-"
    "Ohhh, If you finish that sentence, I'll kill you!!!"
    "Bring it on, baby!"
    "Go on, sexist-who-looks-at-porn-all-day!"
    "What did you say to me!??"
    I was waiting for mom to break this arguement up, but she never came.
    Then, I found a note that said:
    Elizabeth, Brenda, and Mikchal Stoner,
    I'll be shopping for groceries today. Your bus number is sixteen, and it comes at seven-ten sharp. Have a good day today!
    -Mrs. Stoner.
    My real name is Elizabeth Stoner, but my nickname is Emily, probably because it refers to Emily the Strange.
    I stared at the clock. Seven-nine, then, Seven-ten, and the bus pulled up on front of our house.I grabbed my backpack and ran out of the door, Mike and Brenda came out after.
    At the bus, I focused on a seat.
    "Emily! Sit here!" a blonde haired kid said quietly, patting on a seat next to him, and that's where I sat.
    "Hey, I'm Erik," He said, "Are you Emily Stoner?"
    "Yes." I answered.
    "My sister's got the same shoes, except it's got different laces." He said.
    "Thanks," I said, "these are my favorite."
    I looked to Brenda. A blonde-haired british girl was next to her. They were sharing their Ipods.
    Then, he started to talk about his favoprite band, his favorite song from them, and why he liked it.Afterwards, he gave me a CD and an sheet of paper."You can keep that." Erik said.
    "Thanks." I said.
    "No prob." He responded.
    The bus pulled into the school.