My Sister the Vampire By Sienna Mercer Chapter 2

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"So you're probably looking for the office,
right?" the girl replied, with the faintest of smiles,
as another Goth in a black T-shirt that said HOP,
BUNNY, HOP! in pink letters pulled up, a digital
camera hanging around her neck. The first girl
nodded to her friend before pointing Olivia in the
right direction. "To the end, around the corner,
office is on the right."
Olivia had been going the wrong way completely.
"Thanks," she said sheepishly. "I probably
would have been wandering the halls looking for
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the principal's office until I got sent to the principal's
office for wandering the halls!"
To her relief, both Goths cracked a smile.
Then the one with the stick in her hair looked at
Olivia like she was trying to remember something.
Finally she shrugged. "Well, good luck."
And with that, she and her friend walked off
down the hallway.
The office was exactly where the girl said it
would be.
"Have a seat over there," the gray-haired
receptionist said. "Principal Whitehead will be
with you in just a minute."
Olivia turned around and saw a chair, next to
where a girl with long, soft-looking, curly blond
hair was sitting, reading a thick, battered paperback.
The girl wore jeans and a yellow T-shirt,
and on the floor at her feet was a canvas bag
with a button on the strap that said ALIEN SPAWN
ARE PEOPLE, TOO.
Finally, Olivia thought, someone who isn't wearing
black! She walked over and held out her hand.
"Hi. Olivia Abbott."
The girl lifted her eyes from her book. She
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looked confused. "No, actually, my name's
Camilla. Camilla Edmunson."
Olivia laughed. "No. I mean my name's Olivia,"
she explained. "Nice to meet you, Camilla."
Camilla made an I'm-such-a-dork face and
shook Olivia's hand. "Sorry. I'm just really into
this book."
Olivia sat down. "Isn't that the best? When you
get so caught up in a book that you're, like, in a
different world?"
"I know!" said Camilla eagerly. She held up
the cover of her paperback: Random Access by
Coal Knightley, The Second Book in The Cyborg
Trilogy. "Ever read it?"
"Nope. Is it any good?" Olivia asked.
"Are you kidding?" Camilla cried. "This is my
third time through!"
"That's exactly how I am with the Count Vira
books." Olivia sighed. "You know—vampires,
bloodsucking, frilly collars. They're sort of my
secret vice."
"Don't worry." Camilla grinned. "Your secret's
safe with me. As long as you don't tell anyone I
can speak the Cyborg Beta language."
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Olivia laughed. "It's a deal!"
The principal appeared, looking like school
principals everywhere: bald head, short sleeves,
bad tie.
"Olivia Abbott?" he said. "Welcome to Franklin
Grove."
Ivy Vega could have bitten her best friend, Sophia
Hewitt, for abandoning her as they got to social
studies. So what if they were almost late? That
didn't mean Sophia had to rush to her desk the
moment they arrived, leaving Ivy zombified in the
doorway as the second bell rang.
Ivy clutched at the dark emerald ring hanging
on the charm around her neck, hoping it would
ward off her fear like a magic amulet. As if. It had
been three weeks since Ms. Starling assigned
seats, and Ivy still felt like she was caught in direct
sunlight without any sunblock. Sitting at a desk
next to drop-dead Brendan Daniels each morning
was torture. Quite enjoyable torture, admittedly,
but still.
She forced herself to put one foot in front of
the other, shooting Sophia her meanest look—the
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death squint—as she crept past. Sophia rolled her
eyes.
Ivy pulled the long wooden spike out of her
bun as she sat down, then peered out at Brendan
from behind a curtain of dark hair.
He was utterly Goth gorgeous in every way:
skin the color of pure white marble, high cheekbones
that made dark valleys in his face, curly
black hair that hung near his shoulders. Her heart
convulsed. She was sure she'd turn to dust if they
ever exchanged a single word. He clicked his
mechanical pencil.
I'm going to fail this class, thought Ivy. How can
I concentrate on a single thing when he's so close?
A singsong voice interrupted her thoughts.
"After I win the cheerleading tryouts and
become squad captain of the Devils, I'm totally
going to do the best cheers ever!" said Charlotte
Brown.
Kill me now, Ivy thought. Ivy could think of
only one thing more painful than unrequited love,
and it was hearing Charlotte Brown babble on
about herself.

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