My name is Joanna Voclain. I'm two thousand years old, and I have made the biggest mistake of my vampiric life.
It all started a week ago when I went to a party with my girlfriend, Angela Jones. The party was hosted by a friend of hers and all of our friends were going to be there. Knowing that there was going to be alcohol there, I was reluctant to go; I was one hell of a lightweight. I finally agreed to go after hours upon hours of whining from Angela. That night, we made our way to the party. You could hear the music blaring from a block away. I knew I was going to hate this party. Long story short, I got hella drunk. I was drunk beyond belief. Angela had to drag me out of there, but not before she saw me drunkenly kiss her best friend on a dare. Angela was beyond pissed, but instead of breaking up with me then and there, she gave me the silent treatment. That leads us up to now.
I was sitting on the couch in mine and Angela's apartment. She was sat on the chair across the room, staring at the television. Adorning her wrists were many silver sterling chains and bracelets. Angela turned around and faced me, a smug grin on her face as she stuck her tongue out at me, revealing her big silver tongue piercing. She had gotten it two days after the party. I pouted and crossed my arms, turning away from her. Okay, so maybe I was staring at her from the corner of my eye, but no one needs to know that. I stood up and stamped my foot on the ground, shouting:
"This is getting ridiculous!" I knelt down a good two feet away from her chair, "Babe, c'mon, talk to me. I'm sorry." She looked me up and down before standing up and removing her dozens of bracelets.
"Okay, talk to me. You've got a minute."
Shocked that she actually agreed, I wasted twenty full seconds of my minute. Cursing my stupidity, I began to ramble:
"Angela, I'm really sorry about what happened at the party. Can I please make it up to you? I'll take you out to dinner tonight; wherever you want to go!" Angela patted my head and nodded. She told me to meet her downstairs at nine that night. I, being one very excited vampire at that moment, shot off the ground and wrapped my arms around her, forgetting about that stupid tongue stud. Yelping, I retracted my arms quickly.
"I'll be there," I told her before running up to our shared room and picking out what dress I was going to wear.
A good four hours had passed and I was waiting for Angela in the lobby of our apartment building. I glanced over at the clock and sighed: 9:10. She was late. A hand was placed on my shoulder and I spun around to face Angela in one of the most stunning red dresses I had ever seen. I smiled and grabbed her hand and led her out of the tall building. She told me that the restaurant we were going to was not too far, so we decided to walk there. Ten minutes later, my heart faltered. I wore a look of betrayal and let go of her hand. We were outside of an Italian restaurant.
"Babe, what the hell. I was trying to make things right between us. You know I can't go in there." She was already at the doorway, it was being held open by a man in a nice suit. Angela turned and gazed at me, before shrugging and stepping inside the eatery.
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this was really bad. I apologize to anyone reads this
