Rouge One;

Death of the Vampire Cure

" Yellow, Babe, " I said into my cell phone, " Just calling to

see what my best friend is up to. Yeah, I know, it's early. That means your still

asleep. So, since I just love you soooooo much, im going to be your own personal

alarm clock today! WAKE UP , JESSIE! " I shut the phone and started getting

dressed. Today was-is the first day of senior year. Sigh. I hate school.

Slipping my legs into my baggy-black-camo-cargo pants, My phone

rings. Or rather, vibrates. ( I like to text in class, and it doesn't help when your

phone rings in the middle of your teachers - totaly non interesting - lecture on

World War 2. )

" He-" I ment to say hellow when I realized who it was. It didn't matter

though, she cut me off.

" Do you even realize what time it is?" Jessie asked with venom in her

voice.

" Six-thirty."

" Why do you hate me?"

" I don't hate you."

" Than why did you happen to wake me up in the middle of my verry

best dream ever? It involved Rodney Caringten, you know." Jessie had the

biggest crush on Rodney, all though nobody knew why. She didn't even listen

to country. She's more of the, uh, Hip-Hop-Rapper stile.

" School starts in like, " I check my watch. Its quarter past eight, " fourty

five minouts. Im ready, are you? "

" School, crap! Why didn't you tell me?! " I heard her door creak and dreswer

drawrs being thrown open, " Why didn't you tell me sooner?! What kind of friend

lets their verry best friend go unprepaired?!"

" I did tell you. Like seventeen times in the last two weeks. And don't give me

that poo about not being a good friend."

" Your right, im sorry. Look, im going to get off the phone and, uh, get ready

for school."

" Apology accepted. See you at school." I hung up. Boy, did my most predictable

best friend get on my nerves sometimes. Ugh. I slipped my armes into my leather jaket

with the snakes and barbed wire on the back. Then I got my over the sholder Edward

Cullen back pack and went down stairs to find my ( suposed enimy ) twin brother.

" DAMON!" I screamed as if he did something rong. See, for complicated reasons,

Damon and I are suposed to hate eachother. Im suposed to be the spoiled-rich-preppy-

girl-who's-father-is-the-leader-of-the-local-people-of-faith, and Damon is suposed to

be the Tottal-jock-with-a-dead-mom-and-in-need-of-comfort-sister. In real life though,

nothing is realy that simple. Except for the people who's life is realy that simple.

" In here! Dads at work. Its ok!" Damon called back.

I walk in to find him in his boxers and a white Tee. He is watching television and singing

along to the songs. Boy you'd think he was three. But, no. He is my twin. Almost eighteen.

" Not going to school, I see."

" Nope!" He said proudly, " Im almost eighteen, man, I should be able to decide when I'm going to school or not."

"Test today?" I asked, rolling my eyes at his excuses.

"Yeah." he grinned.

"Okay then. Can I borrow the Ford? I'm late already. I can't walk."

"Yeah, go ahead." he tossed me the keys from the little table by the couch. I kissed his cheek.

"Thank you Damon." I told him as i ran out the door. I pulled open the door and jumped in, loving the way Damon's truck purred to life.

I backed out of our drive way, and remembering that I needed to tell Damon something. So it's only reasonable that I call him.

"Hello?" he asked sounding sick as adog.

"I didn't know eightenn year olds had to play sick to get out of school." I told him, laughing.

"They don't. I do." he laughed too.

"I forgot to mention, I'm telling Jessie."