[My New Parents Are Vampires Signups] Dear Journal, It's been a few months since I went home with my new parents. They're nice enough but... they're kind of strange. You know, if being vampires is meant to just be -strange- and not mindblowingly scary. And believe me, I was scared at first. Who wouldn't be after finding out you've been adopted by vampires? In the beginning I thought they were going to keep my as a living snackbar. But it seems like they really just wanted a kid. I'm even supposed to call them Mom and Dad. (Like that's going to happen.) Since being here I've discovered that there's a whole universe of weird things out there. You know how something strange might happen and then you rationalize it with a totally logical explanation? Because it just had to be your imagination, right? Well, it wasn't your imagination. There are vampires and ghosts and werewolves and all kinds of stuff. I kind of wish I never found out. You can't really go back once you do. And now my new vampire parents are throwing me a coming out party. I already know people in town, this is slow public torture. If I ran away from home, do you think they're like dogs and their chase instinct would be triggered? "Jennaaaaaa~! You'll be late for your own party, sweetpea!" There went the sing-song voice of Miranda Jones. Vampire Mom. Jenna slammed her journal closed and quickly stuffed it in to the drawer of her vanity table. The set was antique, much like the rest of the furniture in the old house. The place hadn't originally belonged to the Joneses, but Jenna was pretty sure they owned it for a long time. It was drafty, dusty, and completely creepy. At least all the rooms Miranda hadn't bustled through and redecorated yet. Jenna's own room had a fresh coat of soft pink wallpaper on the walls. She hated pink! "Jeeeeeeennaaaaaaaaa! You don't have eternity!" Jenna could hear the giggling that followed the joke and rolled her eyes. Miranda was bubbly, cheerful, and sweet to the point of painful extremes. Well, better to show her face now than never. Jenna left her room, shuffling down the hall as slowly as she could get away with. Music was wafting up the stairs. Peppy pop songs that didn't seem to match the somber decor of the house. Jenna tugged down her skirt trying to cover up her legs a little better. The mini dress was another choice of Miranda's something 'young and cute!' was how she described it. A perfect outfit for a party. Jenna just wasn't sure how she was going to bend or sit down without showing her underwear to the whole town. "There you are sweetie. Wow! Yes! That blue was the perfect color. Aw, you chose the flats instead of the heels? Never mind, lets go!" Miranda linked her arm with Jenna's, leading the girl down the hall and to the giant stair case. Now the music was much louder. The lighting for the main floor had been dimmed and it looked like there were glow sticks and other neon style shiny things. Apparently vampires loved club-themed parties. No doubt another choice of Miranda's. Casey Jones never seemed to tell the woman no about anything, even when it was obvious he disliked the idea. Jenna wanted to turn around and run back to her room, but forced a smile on her face. As weird as her new parents could be, they really WERE trying. The least she could do was roll with it. So at the bottom of the steps when Miranda detached herself from Jenna's arm and went bouncing through a crowd of people cheerfully chirping about her new teenage daughter, Jenna remained standing. No fleeing back to her room, or to a nice closet, or to the basement. She tugged her skirt down again, and tried desperately not to look awkward in front of a crowd of strangers. Where were the people she knew!?