Chapter 1: Phil, there’s something you should know
Amanda made the decision to tell Philip the truth after school. During lunch time…That is an entirely different story. Students wouldn’t find her in school at all, not until lunch was over would Amanda be seen again. People like Barty Bill and Hilary Miles noticed this, using it for their own benefits. Hilary used it to spread rumors about Amanda: Dirty, dark ones.
Barty Bill used her mysterious mystique as a ‘bermuda triangle’ theory.
The last bell of the day rings.
Philip walks out from AP with his backpack on and holding several, stacked organized text books. A blue and white device on his ear is glowing red at the top edge, as does the other device on his left ear. Amanda’s small, not-so-obvivous pink and black backpack is not zipped up. She has a target. This is when being a vampire came in handy.
Lindy Clarke, the cheerleader of the school, is heading right toward Philip.
She won’t get him to study with her; Amanda let herself slip into high speed, this time! She walks to him in fast motion, but to everyone she was just a blur. To Amanda they were a blur and she was walking fine. Philip sneakers squeak on the slippery, white-blue floor. She takes a turn around
“Philip,” Amanda said, taking him to the side. Motion resumes for everyone. “There’s something you should know.”
Philip is befuddled, holding numerous heavy books that are seemingly tipping from his grasp.
“Amanda…” Philip said, with a small device on his ear. This small device causes a small frequency that bugs him.
Lindy Clarke is standing there puzzled, looking as though her mind just played a trick on her.
“I just got dis stacked by size, correctly!” Philip fumes at her. “Don’t ya tip me over! Cause if ya do that, ten I won’t be dah one giving ya math answers.”
Philip rolls his hearing aides back a few volume meters, (It had been off).
“Philip, are you trying to sound Irish for Lindy Clarke?” Amanda asks.
He fiddles with his feet.
“Lindy finds it sexy.” Philip admits.
Amanda rubs her forehead.
“Phil,” Amanda calls Philip by his nickname, while tapping on Philips chest at every word she said. She is mad. A good person is changing for that cheater, that isn’t right. “Don’t you dare change for her.”
“I’m not changing for her.”
“Phil, I know you like a book. Your trademarks is ‘Ya’ and‘Mum’ even though you are not British. You can’t impress every girl you see on sight.”
“Ya argument is invalid.” Phil tells her. “Dat man with 3-D glasses wore a fezz. So, yes, I can do it!”
Amanda smiles at his moppy, terrible Irish accent.
“Philip,” She repeats herself, grabbing his books as though they are weightless to her. “I’m a vampire.”
Philip takes a step back.
“Don’t joke about being a vampire, Amanda.” Philip warns her. “There are people who would take ya seriously.”’
Amanda rubs her forehead.
“Phil, I’m A vampire. “ She waves her hand in front of her face. “Helloo, blood sucker here!”
Philip looks at Amanda differently, and then he says, “You don’t look pale.”
“I am not kidding!”
“I’ve known you for five years,” Philip acknowledges their friendship. “I trust you enough to take me home when I get drunk, but…” He raises a finger. “I don’t fall for a cruel joke.”
“This is not a joke.” Amanda argues back. She looks down towards the books. “I don’t get why everyone says these books are heavy.”
“Dat’s because they are, silly.”
“Philip, now can you believe me?”
“About ya being a vamp, no.”
Amanda’s right eyebrow goes up.
“Vamp?” Amanda repeats what he said.
“It means Vampire; like revamp means to become a vampire again…” Philip said, in a way that seemed like he is trying to get better at an accent. He waves his right hand sideways explaining about the terms for vamp and revamp. “I have ta get home. I don’t want ta worry my mum.”
Amanda’s right eyebrow settles down.
She grabs his hand.
“You know, vampires were very handy for transport,” Amanda said, flashing a smile at him.
Amanda speeds off with Philip in tow. He couldn’t feel the ground. Her feet are almost flying above the ground but they were still hitting the sidewalk. Holy snack-arooly! Philip thought as it feels like he is in a race. Philip’s hair flies in all directions.
Philip accidently flips over a child’s icecream cone
The Child cries over the icecream cone.
“Ammaaaandaaaaaa!” Philip shouts.
“Now do you believe me?” Amanda asks, still holding the books using her other arm.
Amanda takes a sharp turn to the left, so fast that her wind made water hit Hilary and her friend Michelle (Who were standing right at the corner of the street). It made their hair all wild from the wind. Their clothes are soaking wet. Philip laughs watching the girls be mad, then scream at each other.
Michelle and Hilary usually leave way before the last school bell rings.
“Yes!” Philip said in between his laughter.