Chapter 6.
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The next day I woke up in my coffin. I put on a black miniskirt that was all
ripped around the end and a matching top with red skulls all over it and high
heeled boots that were black. I put on two pairs of skull earrings, and two
crosses in my ears. I spray-painted my hair with purple. (Don’t care at all.)
In the Great Hall, I ate some Count Chocula cereal with blood instead of milk,
and a glass of red blood. (Blood is normally red, Tara. It’s not like
it will ever be green!” Suddenly someone bumped into me. All the blood
spilled over my top. (How unfortunate.)
“B*****d!” I shouted angrily. I regretted saying it when I looked up cause I
was looking into the pale white face of a gothic boy with spiky black hair with
red streaks in it. He was wearing so much eyeliner that I was going down his
face (Ew!
And I don’t care about what he looks like.) and he was wearing black
lipstick. He didn’t have glasses anymore and now he was wearing red contact
lenses just like Draco’s and there was no scar on his forhead anymore. (Oh
dear lord…why?) He had a manly stubble on his chin. He had a sexy
English accent. (I love how you say he had a sexy English accent when he hasn’t even
spoken yet.) He looked exactly like Joel Madden. (Of course he did.) He
was so sexy that my body went all hot when I saw him kind of like an erection
only I’m a girl so I didn’t get one you sicko. (Yeah, I’m the sicko…although you’re
the one that wrote that, Tara. Plus your body can’t get hot you are a vampire.)
“I’m so sorry.” he said in a shy voice.
“That’s all right. What’s your name?” I questioned.
“My name’s Harry Potter (Oh brother.) , although most people
call me Vampire (Why?!) these days.” he grumbled.
“Why?” I exclaimed.
“Because I love the taste of human blood.” he giggled. (That is not a good reason to
call yourself Vampire .-.)
“Well, I am a vampire.” I confessed.
“Really?” he whimpered. (Why are you whimpering?)
“Yeah.” I roared. (No reason to roar at the poor boy! He did nothing to you!)
We sat down to talk for a while. Then Draco came up behind me and told me he
had a surprise for me so I went away with him. (Best ending ever!)