• My name was Chika Kantonia. I have naturally black hair, that reaches halfway down my thigh, and brilliant emerald green eyes. I am 5’5” and have almost ivory skin. This is how it starts.
    I was 15 years old, and living the dream. Then, I had a simple climbing accident. But I didn’t feel any thing. I knew it would hurt, and braced myself for impact.
    But it never came. At least, the pain never came. I woke up a month later in a coffin. Yes, I do mean a coffin, like what dead people are put in. Except, I wasn’t dead, was I?
    Fear gripped my heat, and slammed my fists against the lid, apparently harder than I thought. The lid was ripped from its hinges and flew over a crowd of people. They screamed. All but one.
    My best friend, Jasne. She smiled. Smiled. Then, all I knew is she expected me to walk out of the coffin.
    My parents were the only other people in the building. The priest even left. Dad was yelling at my Mom, trying to make her leave. I was furious! He wanted mom to leave her one and only child she did and ever could have!
    I yelled, but I didn’t sound the same. I sounded, deeper. I ran across the building, much too fast, pulled them apart, and questioned my mom.
    ”Why was I in a coffin? What happened when I fell from the tree?” She was caught up in many emotions. She was extremely angry at my father, who had wanted her to leave, to adopt a new daughter!

    “The doctor said that the branch that you fell from pierced your lung. He said you were… were… Dead!” she half said, half sobbed into my shirt. “But how could it have gone through my lung if I’m alive right now?” I asked.
    “Because of me.” Said Jasne. “I saved you. Remember when I spent the night, about two days before the accident?”
    “Yeah, why?” I replied. “I did more than sleep.” She explained. “I saw the accident happening in the near future. So I, Shared, my everlasting life. Check your shoulder.” I did, and Freaked at what I saw.
    Bite marks. BITE MARKS!! “We’re Vampires,” Jasne said. She offered my mother the chance to share it as well, and she accepted quickly. “Anything for my little girl.”
    Jasne bit her quickly, then taught us to use our powers. We can run faster, jump higher, move quieter, and lift heavier than any human on the planet and any creature in the universe.
    It was fun at first, but then I got hungry. ”Are we supposed to eat people when we’re hungry?” I asked Jasne. She casually replied “No. we vampires have more decency than to devour human beings. We survive by eating deer, pigs, goats, and once a year we have a celebration. Someone will be assigned to raid a blood bank for the party. The vampire-versary. You get used to it pretty fast, but it’s still weird for a few days.”
    “Well, do we need hunting licenses?” Jasne laughed. ”No, just get registered with the elders.”
    That’s how we ended up carrying Darnein up the steps of her mansion, ringing the bell and hiding in the tree. We didn’t hear much over the wind, but could tell her mother was worried about her from the look on her face.
    We later returned home and finished our meals. When we were done, I almost beat Garner, my adopted werewolf brother, to death. He almost exposed us to the humans!! Mother had him grounded to his cage.

    The next day at school, Darnein showed up fashionably late sporting a head bandage and an arm cast (she cracked her upper arm bone trying to break down my door), and told everyone that Jasne and I “brutally attacked her until the police arrived” when ’neighbors’ complained about the noise.
    I would love to really show her how she’d look if we attacked her, but decided against it. Soon most of the school believed her, so we were hated for a few days.
    But it was worth a wait. We found out that her mom stepped in and told the real story, so she ended up being banned from all school activities for the year, including cheerleading.
    Plus she was captain, so they had tryouts for three more peppys (two others quit when she was banned). And, believe it or not, Jasne and I tried out, and made the squad. We were the best in school, and we cheered up every one in school.

    “You know,” I told Jasne. ”we should have tried out in the first place.”
    “Definatly” she agreed. Life was good. We were now popular. The school looked up to us. Jasne and I even found time to pick up skateboarding between classes, cheer practice, and cleaning up Garners messes.
    We loved the popularity and attention. The boys we really liked even asked us out! Life was good as it gets for sure. And we lived life to the fullest.