Sunday 2nd January
It's quite hard to get the hang of writing diary entries. Humans probably start by saying what time they wake up, but I never sleep. I suppose I should start with what happened from midnight onwards.
Or maybe make 4 am the cut-off point.It won't make much difference anyway, as all I ever do at night
is play computer games.
If you're wondering why I don't run around all night sucking blood of humans, it's because Mum and Dad have to do all that stuff for me.When you transform into a vampire, your strength and speed are supposed to increase to superhuman levels.But guess what happened to me? Oh, that's right.Absolutely nothing. If anything, I got even weaker and slower than ever.
The annoying thing is, I still need blood to survive. But as it's too difficult for me to hunt, I have to rely on Mum and Dad to get it for me. Every few days, they travel to a different town to get a fresh supply, because if they did it right here in Stockfield, everyone would realize we were vampires and put us in a zoo or something.
I hate being dependent on mum and dad, but I don't feel guilty about making them get the blood. After all, I didn't ask to be transformed. They got me into this mess, and feching my meals every day is the veryleast they can do.
I love one direction
My favourite is Niall Horan.
Thank you for reading