Saturday 1st January I shall turn100 this year, so I thought it was about time I kept a diary. Perhaps you're reading this in the future when some idiot has rammed a stake through my heart or chopped my head off.Perhaps  you're a professor who's studying my poetry. Either way, welcome to my first ever diary! Just because I said that I would turn 100 this year, don't imagine me as an ancient old man. To your eyes, I would look fifteen years old, as this is the age I was turned into a vampire by the people I call my parents. They transformed me along with the girl I call my sister, as they felt like starting a family. And did they ask me about my feelings on the subject?  Of course thy didn't.  You might think that being undead is non-stop thrill ride. Well, think again. Today was boring as hell and I've got another day to go until school starts again. I can't believe I'm looking forward to going back to that place. That should tell you how exciting things are round here!

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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. 

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Monday 3rd January A new girl has joined our school. She is called chloe and her family has just moved to town. She has pale skin, black eyes and dark hair in a ponytail, showing off her long neck. She sat on her own in History, so I think she's scared of meeting new people. It will be interesting to see if she ends up making friends with the popular gang, the tough gang or the goths. I'm sort of part of the goths but I don't hang around with them outside school or anything. I'm a bit of a mysterious loner, really. Anyway, other than the new girl joining, it was a rather uneventful first day back. We had Maths with Mr. Wilson and he said that we weren't concentrating enough because we were still too full of  Christmas pudding. He made the same joke last year and I didn't laugh than either. Nobody likes to ask him for help because he leans right over your shoulder and his breath smells of rancid coffee. People say the smell of garlic is lethal to vampires. Well take it from me, it's got nothing on Maths teacher coffee breath. Had some type A+ blood for dinner. It was quite bitter. You're supposed to say 'Bless the scared life force' before you drink it, but I'm too much of a rebel to bother with tradition.

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I won't get any up till dad off the computar i left the book in the car while picking mum up from her new job at the new Aldi

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the author is tim collins

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Tuesday 4th January I sat nextto chole today in art and I could smell that she had type o- blood, which  is rare but especially tasty (my dad calls it the champagne of blood). I told herabout the goths, the tough gang and the popular gang, and she said she wouldn't want to be in the popular gang anyway. She is a girl after my own heart I told her about the rumor that Mr. Byrne was a millionaire before he lost all his money and had to become a english teacher, and about how Darren from our class came in on no uniform day wearibg his PE kit because he's so poor that these are the ony clothes he owns. She didn't laugh at this and said she felt sorry for him, and I agreed, to make myself look caring and sensative. 4am I am in love with chloe! I know thisbecause I've been thinking about her since half past ten. I can't stop picturing her darkeyes and her lovely pale neck. I've had crushes on various girls before, but this is the real thing. Even if I could eat or sleepI wouldn't be able tt eat or sleep right now!

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