write-it-motherfuckers:

One of the hardest things to do, after being turned, was continuing on with school. Having to go through the daily motions and pretend that nothing had changed, when Everything had, was an absolute nightmare. 

The one who turned you was supportive, but they wanted you to try and finish at least this year of high school, before they considered homeschooling. You knew that they wanted you to have a semi normal experience for now, regretting that they had needed to turn you so young, but still, it didn’t make it any easier.

Usual teen exhaustion had nothing on the exhaustion you got from being awake during the day. The sun seemed to drain you of energy, not to mention that if you let the sun touch your bare skin for too long, it would visibly start to smoke, something that they assured you would eventually fade as you got older and more powerful.

They had ended up having to come into the school and inform all the teachers that you needed to be covered up and out of the sun at all times, due to some “rare illness”. You were pretty sure that a considerable amount of hypnosis and threats may have been used for several of your more nasty teachers. The upside was that you no longer had to do P.E. which meant less problems hiding your new strength and speed.

The fact that you had to now wear full cover clothing and sunglasses to school, had earned you more than a little teasing, but it was something you had already been pretty use to before you were turned. Fielding questions about the drink bottle you carried everywhere and drank from constantly, was a little more difficult. You couldn’t exactly tell them that it had been spelled to be larger on the inside, nor that it was filled to the brim with blood each morning.

You were genuinely shocked that no one had caught on yet, though you had a feeling that some were starting to suspect. By the time you would be ready to leave this place, you were certain that you could get a mastery in bullshitting. 

Your sire would be proud.