Snippet #1636242

Wet and miserable, Chase sat in his seat behind the purple haired girl trying to listen to the teacher’s ramblings. The sound of heavy rain striking the roof made the hair on the back of his neck raise. His translucent skin prickled with fear. There’s no lightning. There’s no lightning. There’s no lightning. He repeated over and over again in his mind trying to calm himself down, but the fear was too strong. The rain bounced off the window with enough force that the pink haired vampire believed that the evil water would make its way into the classroom. He would be sitting in his chair, oblivious to his impending doom, and be pelted with millions of clear, cold stinging bees. They would fill the room with the sound of their rushing wings until there would be no more room between them and the ceiling. Chase would try to breathe the depleting amount of precious air, but instead would receive mouthfuls of ice-cold water. Once the air disappeared from his waterlogged lungs, he would slowly fall to his watery grave. He would wish he was dead. He would beg for death and shall be granted it. His vision would become blurry and fade and before long he would become- STOP!! Chase shook his head roughly in an attempt to rid himself of the horrors created by his imagination. He shuddered and grasped his head in his hands. Drops of water slowly slid down his boney arms from his soaked hair, making him shiver.

The vampire slowly emptied his mind of any scary thoughts and replaced them with images of rainbows and kittens with wings. After a few minutes, Chase began to realize that kittens did not have wings and that rainbows weren’t so girly. You’ve finally lost it. Who in the hell thinks of rainbows and kittens? Only little girls do. Are you a little girl Chase-kun? The image of himself in a frilly dress and pigtails entered his mind. At first he felt depressed that he would ever think of such things, but then his wet body began to shake in silent laughter. There is no way someone would get him into that outfit. It was hideous, horrendous! The color of the dress made him gag. It was the ugliest grey that he had ever seen with chunky,puck green frills. The frills were also so over the top you couldn’t define the shape of the dress. It was horrible, not to mention that it clashed grossly with his pink hair. There was no way in this world or the next would he ever wear such a thing. You would have to knock him unconscious to get him in it. The disgusting fabric might even burn off his skin the process, or worse, dye his skin puke green permanently! The traumatized vampire threw up a little in his mouth at the thought. He really needed to get some more sleep. His mind was playing tricks on him. Well that’s what happens when you stay up all night trying to watch that zombie movie without peeing yourself. He shivered again.

Chase looked back up when he noticed that the purple haired girl was staring at him. He stared back slightly puzzled. He had seen her around the academy a few times before. She was a senior so he never really had the chance to talk to her. What is her name again? Catlin, Carla, caramel? No wait, that’s a candy not a name, baka! I know it started with a c… Racking through all the random thoughts in his mind he searched for her name. A light bulb went off in the vampire’s mind. Of course her name is Camillia! Baka how could you have thought it was caramel? Returning from his thoughts he noticed that she was still looking at him. He raised an eyebrow slightly wondering how she could find him so interesting. No one really paid attention to him unless he was making a fool of himself or was caught in another prank his fellow classmates had so generously planed for him. Her sleepy golden eyes looked over his body in a swift manner. A dark pinkish color tinted her cheeks abruptly. She then stuttered something about the storm not going to have thunder or lightning. Her wet hair almost whipped him in the face when she quickly turned back to face the front.

Startled by her reaction, he looked himself over. In his rush to get ready that morning, he had grabbed a thin white button up dress shirt. Since he got soaked on his way to class, his shirt was practically invisible. Feeling embarrassed, the vampire’s face began to burn. Thinking about running to the bathroom to try and dry his shirt, he noticed that he had put his shirt on backwards. His embarrassment was now replaced with confusion. It’s usually impossible to put on a button up shirt backwards, but Chase somehow accomplished just that. He reached back and felt that the shirt was buttoned all the way up. What in the world?! He gave an exasperated sigh. Obviously today was not his day.Now what am I supposed to do? He looked around suspiciously making sure no one had noticed his awkward position. Again he thought about going to the bathroom to straighten himself out, but that would just be embarrassing if everyone saw that his shirt was see-through, backwards, and buttoned all the way up to his scalp. To avoid as much embarrassment as possible he decided to just move his shirt around in his seat seeing as he was in the back.

Slipping his cold arms inside his even colder shirt, he attempted to turn his shirt around. Unfortunately the wet fabric did not want to work with him. It clung to his skin with all its might and sent more shivers down Chase’s spine as the wetness. About halfway though switching his shirt around, he felt something tugging on his hair. He tried to move the shirt again, but it wouldn’t budge. At the same time he tried to move the shirt, tugging happened again. A thought stuck the miserable vampire: his hair was caught in one of the buttons. He silently groaned. Not only were his arms trapped inside his cloth prison, but his head was being pulled sideways because his precious pink hair was stuck in a freak’n button! By about this time Chase was a little bit annoyed. Why did God want to pick on him for his first day of school? This was becoming insane. The vampire had had enough. Instead of thinking through this predicament, he impatiently yanked as hard as he could on his shirt to try and get his hair loose. Big mistake. Instead of having his hair free from the stupid button, he pulled himself off balance, slid of his chair, and landed face first on the ground with his ass in the air. He landed with an “oomph”. It took him a few seconds to register that he just landed on his face in a crowded classroom. With his face as red as a tomato, the pink haired vampire stood up, his arms still stuck in a straight jacket, and struggled to get out of the room as the class began to erupt in giggles. Not wanting to seem rude, he did a short bow to the teacher and squeaked something about going to the restroom.

Once he was in the bathroom, he stood in front of the mirror and began to slowly pull his arms out of confinement. Thankfully no one was in there. With his cheeks still flushed from earlier, he got his arms to poke out from the bottom of his shirt. He then tried to lift it over his head, but ended up covering his whole face since his hair was still stuck. “Oh why me!” He whined. Alone, exhausted, and wet he struggled against the cursed thing trying not to rip out his hair in the process.