You Are So Different...Because You Are A Vampire.

My teacher rambled on and on about something that had to do with math. Math. What a boring subject. How were we going to use Algebra in the real world?
They say you use it, but I think they are full of it.
I twisted a strand of my midnight black hair and sighed. I looked at the clock. I hated having math class at the end of the day. It was so......dull.
The last five minutes of class were always the longest.
Someone from behind me, pushed me hard.
I turned around and punched Jacob hard in the solar plexus. He coughed and gasped for air.
Jacob always tried to pick on me, because I was different than him. Yes, I was a goth. Well, sort of. At least that is the social circle that I had been placed in. The definition of goth is no longer the same. But as far as the black clothing and the makeup, I had that covered.
Finally, the bell rang and I was out of there in a heartbeat. Too many people all couped up in a room, surely wasn't healthy.
I raced to my locker and put away all my books.
"You know we have homework, right?' my friend Steph came up next to me.
"No we don't." I said.
"Um. Yes we do." she argued.
"Ok then. What?"
"The reading assignment? It's our homework in English."
"Steph, reading is not a real homework assignment. Its just something the teachers gave us to keep us busy, they know we wont do it." I said slamming my locker door and looking at her.
She had long brunette hair and liked the popular color purple. She was tall and skinny just like me and had bright blue eyes that were slightly darker than mine.
She rolled her sea blue eyes.
"Whatever, Lillith." she said giving up.
"You should know me well enough to know that I never read reading assignments." I laughed.
She flashed a smile at me.
"Oh I forgot to tell you." she said snapping her fingers as we walked outside.
We often walked home because I once rode the bus home, and let me tell you, I was ready to slaughter every kid on that bus. There wasn't an ounce of silence or privacy for that matter.
"You know that house that has been abandoned next to you for like years?'
"Yeah. What about it." I flashed my ice blue eyes towards her.
"Well I saw a moving van infront of it last night." she stared at me. "Someone moved in there at like 12 in the morning."
That peaked my interest. Who moves into a house in odd hours of the night?