myvampirefriend(8)_1400字

　Chapter 8　　 I was giddy all afternoon after I got back home form the café until Helen called. I was busy preparing and putting on make up when the phone rang. I dropped the dress I was to wear and grabbed the phone.　　 “Hello? This is Jessica.”　　 “Jessica, it’s me. What should I do? Todd is sick at home and he said he can’t attend at the disco which meant I won’t have a partner which probably meant I won’t be able to attend either.” She burst out like bullets fired from a gun.　　 “You can always go on your own.” I couldn’t find anything else to say.　　 “Er…Not helping!” She said in a funny tune.　　 “You can ask someone else…” I began.　　 “Who else are there to ask?” She interfered.

　　“There’s got to be someone! There are more guys than girls. What about Danny? Danny Clinto?”　　 “That’s way too disgusting and embarrassing. I’d rather go alone.” She hung up the phone.　　 I let out a long sigh. What the hell happened to Todd? I slipped myself in that silvery-glittery dress I bought in the mall yesterday. I looked like a fish. There weren’t lots of make up, just some powder, eyeliner, mascara and perfume (at least I didn’t smell like a fish.) 　　 Everything settled.　　 I just have to wait for Andy.　　 Oh, here he comes, dressing like a nerdy-nerd. How embarrassing!　　 “Bye Mum. Bye Dad.” I waved at them at the doorway. But I heard some chit-chat going on between Mum and Dad, at my back.　　 “Antony. I think you should go with them. Like a chaperone.” Mum whispered. No! I don’t want a chaperone!　　 “Kids, I’m not so sure. Are you sensible enough to go alone.” I stared at Dad with fishy eyes. He seemed to have noticed and eventfully soften his voice.　　 “I was…talking about the the um… dri-ving thing.” He was getting tongue-tied.　　 “I can handle that.” Andy replied.　　 I’m saved at last. Hey! Wait a min, I thought we were going by bus!　　 “Hey! Are you crazy? You don’t even have a licence!” I shrieked at him where we were out of sight. I nearly tripped over a brick.　　 He turned back, fixed his serious expression. “This whole thing is crazy. Just get in the car and we need to talk.” I looked at his suspiciously. “Trust me.” He added.　　 “Now what?” I asked impatiently as I took the seat belt.　　 He kept on driving.　　 “I thought you wanted to talk.” I nearly bumped my head, getting all confused.　　 He remained silence. Dreadful Silence. I could feel the ghastfulness in the air. 　　 He was still driving.　　 I saw his cold eyes through the reflecting mirror.