First Heart Beat (A Vampire's Soul Mate)

I looked up at the school before me, it was built the usual way. Bricks that signaled imprisonment and the hushed whispers of staring students making you feel anything but welcomed.My eyes scanned the surrounding car park, which is when i figured out why everyone was staring at me.
My car looked like the newest piece of transport in this place, I didn't see the big deal. It was a blue Mecedes convertable, the car i had to work two years for and never miss a day of school for, i worked hard for it!
The deal with my parents was, i got a job and paid a quarter of the cars price, combined with never missing a day of school and they would pay for my car. I guess what i'm trying to say is don't get the wrong idea, i'm not spoilt i refuse to be. My idea of going overboard would be buying two pairs of jeans even though you only need one. I'm not tight with money i just don't feel the need to flaunt it everywhere i go.
I exited my car locking it and admiring the paint job i had done. The job i had taken up to pay for the car was becoming a temporary mechanic, i loved it. By the end of my first week i could take apart a motor and fix whatever was wrong with it within three hours. Trace taught me how to do paint jobs and when i saved up enough money to spray my car i did.
I picked up my book bag and walked towards the office, glass windows welcomed in the sunlight and the sent of lavender filled the room.
"Hi, i'm Anastacia." i said smiling weakly. I didn't get much sleep last night, the thought of starting a new school had been to overwhelming and thoughts swam through my mind all night.
"Oh miss Dumont right?" The staff assistant asked sorting through paperwork, i nodded my head and she handed me a rectangular piece of white paper.
"This is your timetable and on the back should be a map, if you get lost just ask around i'm sure you will find help." She smiled widely at me like an apprasing mother would her curly orange hair bouncing up and down as she walked back to her desk.
I lookec at my first class, Music. So the day wouldn't be that bad. I made it to class just as the teacher did. "If your not in my class please dissappear!" The teachers voice echoed around the room as he faced me.
"Oh i'm new here." Instantly a blush rose to his face out of embarressment.
"Very well, take a seat Miss..." he trailed off.
"Dumont, Anastacia." He gestured his hand for me to takea seat.
"Good morning class." The teachers voice rose into a demanding tone waiting for the class to reply.
"Good morning Mr. Blanche." The class responded.
"Yeh Morning Mr.B."
"Yeh B Dogga!" a small group of guys surrounding a table called out, the teacher just ignored them.
"So, today we will be doing singing auditons, line up alphabetically." The class moaned and the thought of bolting out the door popped into my head.
Oh no! Not singing out of all the treacherous things to make me do! I whined internally, i hated singing. Infact i almost repulsed it because everytime i sung people would stare at me something i hated, i didn't want to be watched, especially by a random bunch of people who i didn't even know.
"Come now Miss.Dumont get in line before i make you sing first!" Mr.Blanche threatend.
"Your D right?" A guy tapped me on the shoulder form behind and i turned around nodding.
"Well your behind me then." He said smiling and shaking his shaggy brunette hair out of his eyes.
"Thanks." i whispered getting in line.
"So what brings you to Clairmount?" He asked turning around as the first person started to sing.
"Oh, my err family moved for buisness." i said wondering why i even struggled to answer the godly looking boy.
"Cool, where abouts do you live?" I looked at him worriedly.

And i'm just going to give you Mr. godly looking stranger my adress because?..
"I mean where abouts, like faridale or something." He said smiling, his teeth a shimmering pearl white.
"Oh i live in Jamerson." i said smiling at my idiocy.
"Brace yourself." he whispered winking at me, he turned around and i didn't understand what he meant until i heard the next singer.
Her voice could silence a room, in the worst possible way. I don't want to criticise her because well after Mr.Godly, i have to sing and no matter how could my mum says i sing i refuse to believe it, i mean mums have to lie. The girl was petite and beautiful her long golden hair hanging down her shoulders in lucious spirals, her style seemed to be going with the theme, less is more. Not as in she rcovers up less but in a way that her clothes were plain but worn with an edge of style, i would almost think she was perfect if it wern't for the screeching coming out of her mouth.
The song eventually ended but not soon enough.
"Come on Sebastion, your turn." So that's the godly looking creatures name, Sebastion. Hmm.. i wonder if he can sing, what was this for anyway?

" So sir why are we auditioning?" Sebastion asked answering my question.
"Sebastion i've told everyone a million times! whoever the two best singers are will be performing infront of the school at the music drama night!" Mr.Blanche yelled at Sebastion raisng his voice in frustration.
"Now what song are you singing?" The teacher asked his voice now calm and stress free.
Hmm, i wonder what i'm going to sing? Either 'Fall For You by Second Hand Serenade' or Hmmm... maybe 'We Will Not Grow Old By Lenka'

"Fall For You by Second Hand Serenade sir." Sebastion said grabbing the mike and smiling straight at me. I could feel the blush rise to my cheeks.
The teachers hands started to slide across the piano and Sebastion took a deep breathe.
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