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It was the late evening, the sun was setting and the sky was colored orange and red. Veronica walked out from the football field, in her cheerleading outfit. She let down her hair, and headed towards her car. The cold wind hit her, and she hugged herself to keep her warm. She had to get home, before it hit dark, and vampires hit the street. She unlocked her black Echo, and got inside. She looked in her rear view, and fixed her lipstick and eyeliner. She waited for people to get into their cars. A football game just ended, and it was a victory. She started her car, and waited for all the people to get a moving.
Starting:
Tiffany sat up in her room watching TV when a report came on TV.
*" Today another vampire was struck down by a group of teens, it seems that they were intending to kill this vampire in a rage of hate."*
Hate crimes, something tiffany hated about humans, they put there emotions first and not what there brains tell them. She only had a few friends that were human that she could trust...the others she despised.
Opal started the car and drove alittle bit. She stopped seeing Marc Jedda, she rolled down her window and looked over to him. "Nice Game." she smiled. Veronica always had a thing for Mark, dispite his bullying ways.
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Romey was already outside, in his black trench and his ripped jeans. Although he was sslightly older, he still acted and thought much like a teenage. A psycho insane teenager. He walked with his eyes watching his black converses move on the cement.
"Hey Opal," he said walking to her car, the wind blew at his face. It was a cold night, but perfect for a football game. Mark was the capitan of the team. " I saw you cheerin," he said with a smile,"you always look so happy, i guess cuz the vampire thing is out of your head." Mark spat on the ground, he totaly hated vampires.
"Its just what I have to do." she told him, with a small smile. "Im getting over my fathers death. " she said sadly. She combed her fingers in her curly hair. "Do you need a ride?"
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Romey looked at the school football field. The people filing out, he hid his face from the bright lights, and stood behind a tree. He watched the teenage girls, and the parents drive out, and his stomach rumbled. He snickered a little.