Confessions of a Teenage Vampire

A/N So this is a new idea I have please tell me what you think about it! Comment/Vote!

The side is a picture of Ashlyn as of right now :) 

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I had a horrible neck ache. The carnival lights were hurting my eyes and the noise was becoming unbearable. I pushed my glasses onto the rim of my nose and watched as a little boy swung with all his might trying to make the sledge hammer slam down hard enough on the scale so that it would propel the weight of the force he slammed down and ding the bell on the vertical base. I giggled, blushing and feeling embarassed for the scrawny little boy as I waited in line for my turn. 

"Your turn!" Rylee gently pushed me forward into the game area. She laughed brushing her red curly hair back and clasping her hands together. She cheered for me, her skinny frame jumping up and down, and her crop top flowing in the wind. Her freckles that were studded across her nose scrunched up as she whooped loudly for me, "Go Ashlyn!" She yelled cupping her hands to her mouth. 

Shyly, I brushed a strand of my hazel hair behind my ear. A teenage boy with tons of acne, dressed up in a tuxedo handed me the sledgehammer. The weight was too much for my tiny arms. I collapsed over dropping it into the grass. The crowd laughed at my stumble. I blushed, pressing my glasses forward onto my nose again and stood back up. I flattened out my white tank and pulled down my shorts that were ridding up my crotch and attempted to pick the sledgehammer up for the second time. 

"You got this!" Rylee cheered for me. The director of this game, who I will now refer to as "pizza face boy" smiled at me as I raised the sledgehammer above my head and slammed it down with all my might...completely missing the scale. I covered my face with my hands. Pizza face chuckled and muttered something under his breath, taking the sledgehammer and passing it to the next person in line.

I walked back towards Rylee with my head buried into my hands. "That was horrible!" I blushed. Rylee laughed, and patted me on the back. "I enjoyed it!" She smiled pulling out her vibrating cell phone from her pocket. 

"Oh hey, Chris!" She smiled, twirling a curl on her fingers and bumping me in the side with her bony hip. I giggled. "We're right by the cotton candy machine," She told him cupping the cell phone so that the loud crowd's didn't interfere with her call. "Oh! I see you!" She laughed and ended the call.

She began frantically waving her hands and jumping up and down showing her stomach underneath her short crop top. She grabbed my wrist and yanked me towards her boyfriend, Chris, and his friend who was my blind date, Nathan. 

"Hey baby." She smiled hugging Chris and pushing me towards Nathan.

Nathan was cute, but nothing special. He had cute puppy dog eyes and a big jew nose. His curly brown hair clashed with his fair skin and toned muscles. He smiled at me. 

 "Hey," He leaned in to give me a hug. I wasn't expecting it and I accidently hit his nose when he leaned in. He muttered something under his breath, clasping his nose in his hands. "Sorry!" I apologized my cheeks tinting bright red. 

"It's-okay." He whimpered giving me a thumbs up sign. I gave him a slight side smile and started to twirl my finger in my hair, something I did whenever I was nervous. 

"Ashlyn, you and Nathan should totally go in the fun house with us!" Rylee smiled, grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards her. She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Smooth moves." And giggled under her breath. I scowled at her and turned back to Nathan, who nodded.

"Sounds like fun." He said, trying to cover up his bruised nose. "Sorry about that..." I trailed on as we walked between the bustling crowd and tried to get around little kids pulling their large prizes on wagons. 

"Don't worry about it." He shrugged, when we passed a consession stand. "Can I buy you a drink?" He asked, gesturing towards the stand. The line was suprisingly short which it rarely was so I agreed. 

"You go to Stevenson High, right?" He asked, shoving his hands in his pockets as we waited in line. Rylee and Chris had decided to wait for us by going on one of those spinning rides that always make you throw up in the end. 

I nodded, he was in my Spanish class for three years but I was too embarassed to bring that up. He seemed embarassed not knowing I shared the same highschool at him, and ran a hand through his hair. "Big school..." He commented. "Yep." I clicked my tounge on the roof of my mouth.