Sienna Mercer - Switched

Switched

My Sister the Vampire Book 1

By Sienna Mercer

Chapter 1

Here we go , Olivia Abbott thought as her mothers car pulled away from the curb. Olivia stood on the sidewalk and smoothed the skirt of her new pink dress for the millionth time. She usually felt her best in pink, but for some reason it wasnt helping at all this morning.

Olivia wished she didnt feel so nervous . After all, it wasnt like this was the cheerleading nationals or anything. It was just her first day of eighth grade at a new middle school. In an unfamiliar town. Where she didnt know anybody.

She was totally freaking out.

If it wasnt for her dads new job, shed be skipping into her regular school with Mimi and Kara and the rest of the old squad, instead of being the friendless new girl who shows up out of nowhere five weeks into the school year.

But, whatever, Olivia was determined to make the best of the situation. This would be just like the first time she ate sushi. It would be weird for a secondunfamiliar and slightly funny smelling but then shed grow to love it. Besides, what was she going to do, cry until high school?

Olivia stood up straight and clapped her hands twice, like at the beginning of a cheer. Then, with her mouth set in a smile, she made her way bravely toward the front entrance.

Her old school had been a modern box, painted a combination of ugly beige and ugly brown, but Franklin Grove Middle School was different. It looked a thousand years old. Ivy dripped from the huge entryway columns, and beyond the enormous oak front doors was a hallway so big you could make a sixteen-person pyramid across it. Olivias old school was plastered with inspirational posters with sayings that made no sense, like LIVE EVERY DAY LIKE ITSTODAY! Here, black-and-white school photographs hung on the walls dating back to practically the ice age. She passed one picture with a plaque that said CONVOCATION 1912. It showed a bunch of serious looking students in black robes.

At least the sound of everyone rushing to their first class was familiar: lockers clanging, sneakers squeaking, people laughing. Olivia made her way through the bustle. There seemed to be a lot more Goths here than there had been at her old school. They were as black-and-white as the photographs on the walls: black clothes, pale skin, heavy black boots.

Olivia caught her own reflection in a display case. Her pretty dress floated, ghostlike, in front of tarnished trophies and a dark banner that said

GO, FRANKLIN GROVE DEVILS! She tried to keep smiling, but her heart fell. She looked like a lollipop in a graveyard. What if she never managed to fit in here?

Rise and shine, a voice interrupted. Startled, Olivia realized she was standing right in the way of a Goth girl. A prickly bun atop the girls head was held in place by a wooden spike Cool, Olivia thought, a chopstick! and she wore a black dress with a neat slanted hem that started just above one knee and ended at the opposite ankle.

Olivia stepped to the left, trying to get out of the way, but the girl had the same idea. They both stepped in the other direction. Then they both stepped back again. Olivia laughed apologetically, but the girl just looked at her in a weird way. It wasnt mean or anything. She just looked curious, sort of like an inquisitive black cat.

Do I... the girl began, frowning. Are you new here?

How can you tell? Olivia asked jokingly.

So youre probably looking for the office, right? the girl replied, with the faintest of smiles, as another Goth in a black T-shirt that said HOP, BUNNY, HOP! in pink letters pulled up, a digital camera hanging around her neck. The first girl nodded to her friend before pointing Olivia in the right direction. To the end, around the corner, office is on the right.

Olivia had been going the wrong way completely. Thanks, she said sheepishly. I probably would have been wandering the halls looking for the principals office until I got sent to the principals office for wandering the halls!

To her relief, both Goths cracked a smile. Then the one with the stick in her hair looked at Olivia like she was trying to remember something. Finally she shrugged. Well, good luck. And with that, she and her friend walked off down the hallway.

The office was exactly where the girl said it would be.

Have a seat over there, the gray-haired receptionist said. Principal Whitehead will be with you in just a minute.

Olivia turned around and saw a chair, next to where a girl with long, soft-looking, curly blond hair was sitting, reading a thick, battered paperback. The girl wore jeans and a yellow T-shirt, and on the floor at her feet was a canvas bag with a button on the strap that said ALIEN SPAWN ARE PEOPLE, TOO. Finally , Olivia thought, someone who isnt wearing black! She walked over and held out her hand. Hi. Olivia Abbott.

The girl lifted her eyes from her book. She looked confused. No, actually, my names Camilla. Camilla Edmunson.

Olivia laughed. No. I mean my names Olivia, she explained. Nice to meet you, Camilla.

Camilla made an Im-such-a-dork face and shook Olivias hand. Sorry. Im just really into this book.

Olivia sat down. Isnt that the best? When you get so caught up in a book that youre, like, in a different world?

I know! said Camilla eagerly. She held up the cover of her paperback: Random Access by Coal Knightley, The Second Book in The Cyborg Trilogy . Ever read it?

Nope. Is it any good? Olivia asked.

Are you kidding? Camilla cried. This is my third time through!

Thats exactly how I am with the Count Vira books. Olivia sighed. You knowvampires, bloodsucking, frilly collars. Theyre sort of my secret vice.

Dont worry. Camilla grinned. Your secrets safe with me. As long as you dont tell anyone I can speak the Cyborg Beta language.

Olivia laughed. Its a deal!

The principal appeared, looking like school principals everywhere: bald head, short sleeves, bad tie.

Olivia Abbott? he said. Welcome to Franklin Grove.

Ivy Vega could have bitten her best friend, Sophia Hewitt, for abandoning her as they got to social studies. So what if they were almost late? That didnt mean Sophia had to rush to her desk the moment they arrived, leaving Ivy zombified in the doorway as the second bell rang.

Ivy clutched at the dark emerald ring hanging on the charm around her neck, hoping it would ward off her fear like a magic amulet. As if. It had been three weeks since Ms. Starling assigned seats, and Ivy still felt like she was caught in direct sunlight without any sunblock. Sitting at a desk next to drop-dead Brendan Daniels each morning was torture . Quite enjoyable torture, admittedly, but still.

She forced herself to put one foot in front of the other, shooting Sophia her meanest lookthe death squintas she crept past. Sophia rolled her eyes.

Ivy pulled the long wooden spike out of her bun as she sat down, then peered out at Brendan from behind a curtain of dark hair.

He was utterly Goth gorgeous in every way: skin the color of pure white marble, high cheekbones that made dark valleys in his face, curly black hair that hung near his shoulders. Her heart convulsed. She was sure shed turn to dust if they ever exchanged a single word. He clicked his mechanical pencil.

Im going to fail this class , thought Ivy. How can I concentrate on a single thing when hes so close?

A singsong voice interrupted her thoughts. After I win the cheerleading tryouts and become squad captain of the Devils, Im totally going to do the best cheers ever! said Charlotte Brown.