@RandomThoughts: "My mind says: "go to the gym" my heart says: "food".
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“Oh dear!” our butler Walter gasped as soon as he saw my form, the red paint all over me.
“Sorry was doing Art class,” I replied while feeling bad for having to lie but I did not want to have him feeling sorry for me too.
I preferred pretending to both Walter and My uncle that everything was good at school.
Luckily the Vampire King had saved me from having to explain how I almost got hit by a truck. I hoped that he had done what he said he would do. To clean up the situation of the humans who had seen him using his super strength.
Still, though he was one weird Vampire.
Even right now I still could not get the way he had held me in his arms and tried to comfort me. The worry h
