“Oh my God!” Kamaria rushed as quickly as she could to the nearest bathroom. Unfortunately for her, there were bunch of giggly girls huddled by the mirror. They stopped and glared at her. Embarrassed even more than before, she ran out.
Kamaria searched desperately for a place to hide. She found the janitor’s closet, snuck in, and closed the door.
Her heart was racing. At first she thought it was simply a dream, but she knew it wasn’t. She lifted her hand to her face. It was cold as ice.
Maybe I’m just sick she thought to herself. She felt the long fangs with her fingers. Fangs definitely weren’t a symptom of any illness she’d ever heard of.
Suddenly the silver handle of the door began to turn.
Crap!
The door creaked open…