Yaaaaaaaaaawwn. It's 12:34 in the morning, and I'm up making a blog. I guess I'm on a mission to deprive myself of sleep. You know what?!? I'll tell you all a bedtime story.
About a month ago two kids came up to my check out lane at work. A guy and a girl. Okay, they weren't really kids. More like young adults. Anyways, they overheard the lady infront of them saying what clear (ahem, pale) skin I have. She went on and on and I put on my best waitress face nodding and adding "thank you's" where needed be. But back to the kids... These kids were no ordinary ho-hum kids. These were vampire kids. No, no, it's not what you're thinking. Not Twilight lovey-dovey, i-want-a-sparkly-boyfriend vampire kids. These were real, goth, "we liked vampires before your stupid Twilight vampires" vampire kids. Eyeliner and all.
So I'm standing there, doing my thing. All ya hear is the ding, ding, ding, of my check out and some baby crying in the background. Still, I can't help but notice the intense stares these kids are giving me. Their eyes are like xray machines for the soul, I could feel them burning into me with their gazes. After a few seconds of this I couldn't take it anymore. So I took a deep breath and looked up, hoping to not burst into flames from the intensity of these childrens gawking. I politely ask them how their day is going while I let out a short sigh of relief, grateful that I still have not burst into flames.
But they do not answer my question. Instead they return with a question of their own. "Do you believe in vampires?" the girl says. Ahh, now I see. I knew their was something up with them... vampire kids. "Uh, no?" I reply. "That lady was right." says the boy in something barely louder than a whisper. I give him a questioning look. "You do have very clear skin. Very pale skin."
"Uh huh." I nod. I am albino, we have established this. Anything else vampire kids? "You look like a vampire," the girl chimes out, like she knows I'm hiding something from her. I get the urge to chuckle but I resist. You know what... this could be fun, so instead I go along. "Why thank you," I say with a sly look. "But I am not a vampire." I total their transaction and relay the price back to the vampire kids. They hand me a few bills and as I'm counting them the girl asks yet another question; "Are you sure you're not a vampire?" ...giving me that "I know your secret" look again. Was she serious? "I said I don't believe in vampires, so how could I be one?" They look almost angry at my reply, like I should just admit that I'm a vampire already and get on with it. I knew they wanted to invite me to the secret vampire meeting held in their basement every Thursday night so I could talk about how dark the world is and drink the fake blood they got from the Halloween store with them, but I didn't budge. Not even to join their ultra-cool-secret-basement vampire society.
They slightly jerked their plastic bags out of my hands as I called out "have a nice day!" ...I should have yelled, "don't burn in the sunlight!" but I didn't think of it till they were almost out the door. They shot the same intense looks at me over my shoulder, and I smiled coyly back, if only to make them more suspicious of me. What silly kids, paranoid of me and my pale skin, and my lack of an admission to being an immortal creature. Besides, do they think I'd actually admit it if I was one? I mean... of course I'm not, so it's not a problem, I'm just saying if I was it's not like I would tell them. But of course I'm not. I'm not, really.
...yaawwwwnnnnn. again. Well, the sun's coming up. I better go crawl into my coffi... I mean BED. Yeah uhm, bed. Goodnight, everyone.
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