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SUNSHINEBABY: Maybe he's not a vampire. Maybe he's a human who likes to be bit by them. You
know, a customer.
RAYNIEDAY: It's possible. But I don't know. And really, it doesn't seem that good either way, now
does it?
SUNSHINEBABY: Wow. This is just like what happened onThe Lost Boys.
RAYNIEDAY:The Lost Boys?
SUNSHINEBABY: Vampire movie from the eighties? With Kiefer Sutherland? Jeesh, Rayne, I thought
you watched all those movies.
RAIYNIEDAY: I try to stick to vampire classics. Bela Lugosi. Maybe some Christopher Lee. Jack
Bauer from24 just doesn't scream VAMP to me.
SUNSHINEBABY: Fine. But you should watch it. Like, tomor-row. It's totally the same thing. The
kids' mom starts dat-ing this guy and they think he's a vampire so they try to prove it.
RAYNIEDAY: How do they do that?
SUNSHINEBABY: Urn, I can't remember exactly. Garlic. Holy water. Stuff like that, I think. Really
good movie, even if they do all have big hair and bad clothes.
RAYNIEDAY: So you're suggesting we try that stuff on the date? Hm. Not a bad idea. Then we'd have
proof. I mean, I'd like to have proof before I go and stake Mom's BF.
SUNSHINEBABY: Yes. Seems wise.
RAYNIEDAY: Sigh. Poor Mom. She was so excited about the guy. It's going to suck to have to slay
him.
SUNSHINEBABY: But it's in her best interest. After all, he doesn't really like her. He's just using her to
get to me.
RAYNIEDAY: Right. True. We have the best intentions.
SUNSHINEBABY: Anyway I've got to get some sleep. School tomorrow. Goodnight, Rayne.
RAYNIEDAY: You're such a nerd. I can't believe you can think of school at a time like this.
SUNSHINEBABY: GOOD NIGHT, RAYNE.
RAYNIEDAY: Sigh. Night, Sun.
SUNSHINEBABY HAS LEFT THE CHAT.
POSTEDBYRAYNE MCDONALD @ 2 A.M.
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TWO COMMENTS:
Just Curious says. . .
Wow, what's with you chicks? You're all hooking up with vamps? Is there something in the McDonald
family water supply? Is your blood supersweet?
Rayne says. . . First of all, we are NOT all hooking up with vampires. Me, for example, the one person
in the family who WANTS to hook up with a vampire, has had absolutely no luck in get-ting one near
me. All I get are idiots like Magnus, who go off and bite the wrong girl, or losers like Jareth, who have so
many issues they can't see the delectable treat right in front of them. No, it appears it's only McDonald
women who aren't interested in being with vamps that have any luck in hooking them. So very sad.
13
TUESDAY, JUNE 5, 12p.m.
Breakfast Bites
SoIwake up this morning bright and early, throw on a black crocheted sweater and a short black skirt. I
roll on my fishnet tights and lace up my combat boots. Then I head to my bathroom for my morning
makeup routine. It takes a lot of time to become "me" in the a.m. But it's worth it.
Sunny, whose idea of morning preparation involves slip-ping on a T-shirt and jeans and running a comb
through her hair, is already downstairs, dressed and picking at some god-awful concoction my mom
whipped up. Mom makes very in-teresting breakfasts with the food she buys at the co-op and we're her
guinea pigs. When Sunny had been turning vam-pire, Mom experimented with this garlic breakfast
scramble. The smell alone sent Sunny scrambling to the bathroom to retch her guts out. She claims that
was just because of her burgeoning aversion to garlic, but honestly it could have just been the recipe and
Mom's attempt to cook.
"So what's the special of the morning?" I ask, sliding into my chair. I'm famished. Nothing she can
possibly come up with will make me lose my appetite today.
"Well, it doesn't really have an official name," Mom says, dishing some of the unidentified mush from the
frying pan onto a plate. "But the cook at the commune used to refer to it as hippie hash."
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Then again, maybe I'll skip first period and hit Dunkin' Donuts on the way to school.
"So how'd your date go?" I ask, trying not to wrinkle my nose as she puts the foul smelling scramble in
front of me.
She sets another plate in front of her own spot and sits down between Sunny and me. I glance over at
my sister and notice that while the food is being moved around her plate, it's not going into her mouth.
"Great," Mom says, her eyes shining. "We went out to the nicest restaurant. Of course, it was a steak
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