The Dairy of A Vampire

This is the Dairy of a 15-year-old vampire named Vladimira. She lives with her human family and she hates that she can't get the right food. She has never tasted human blood before and her mother and father are pushing her ever closer to trying some of them. But, of course, they don't know that she is a vampire.

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3. Entry 3; Sun Nov 13th 2016

          My head is killing me even if I can't really die. My head hurts so much I am very worried about it. I just can't think. One bad thing about being a vampire and living with my human family is that I don't eat as much as they do and I don't like the food that they have. It might seem like it is a good thing but my mother wants to have my father test my blood because she things that I have high glycemic levels and she is getting worried about it. I don't think that is what it is. Oh and the glycemic thing ... yeah ... that's the glycemic index or glycaemic index (GI) is a number associated with a particular type of food that indicates the food's effect on a person's blood glucose (also called blood sugar) level. A value of 100 represents the standard, an equivalent amount of pure glucose. I know that it will be nothing to joke around with. If I get my vampire's stuff right then I can't have this. But I very well could be wrong. I want to be wrong. 

         I am not sure what you want to hear me say here so I am just going to leave that issue for now. So ...ummmm... I am not sure what to do. I found one of my favorite shows from when I was a kid. I missed the show so much. It's call H2O just add water. Have you heard of it? They stopped showing it and I loved it so much that when it stopped coming on I was so sad. I am very happy to find it again and watch it. When it was out I think I watched season 1 20 times and every other season just as many. Until it stopped being free on T.V. then I couldn't watch it anymore and I was sad and had to find other things to watch. Then again that was when I favored T.V. over books and writing.

 

          Well, now it is around lunch time for me and I don't think I can even eat what my father is making. I walk into the kitchen and the only thing I can think about it pucking because of what he is making ME for lunch. I feel really bad about it too. I think that this thing whatever it is will only get worst until I get what my stomach wants. Even now all I can think about it pucking. It is that bad. I don't get sick that often. My normal sickness is me staying home for one day because I have a small stomach. If I have a fever or puck it is bad. It is worst then my normal if I complain that I am too cold or too warm. 

          I walked into my kitchen a little bit ago and-and just burned. I don't mean I burst into flames, no, I mean that my skin felt like it was on fire. It wasn't fun. I walked right back out of the kitchen. By the way, my kitchen was full of bright sunlight. My friend, the werewolf one, is telling me that I HAVE to eat something and she knows too. She knows what I am. She knows what is going on. It's just that I don't think I can without coming back up. I don't want what I eat to make another appearance. (Sorry this is not something you would want to read about.) Well, I am going to go and try to get the food down and have it stay there.

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