We’ll get back to vampires later. Now, I’m going to tell you a little bit more about me and about the day kids started to make fun of me at school.
When you can’t wait for global warming
I was born in an ice-cold country.
Because vampires already have a lower body temperature than average, I’ve always had all the trouble in the world to warm my body and heart up. A life of hypothermia.
I have always envied vampires who are born in a warm country. Things are not easy for them either, but generally speaking, they still do better than us little polar vampires.
When you have a low body temperature, especially in winter, you shiver all the time. You spend your time wrapped up in layers and layers of warm clothing, but you still shake, and to top it all off, you have trouble speaking because your teeth keep chattering.
I can tell you that on your very first day at school, and as luck would have it that day in September, the mercury has decided to drop to 40 degrees, it’s easy for people to make fun of you.
That’s what happened to me, and I remember the only thought that went through my mind as a little girl at the time was: “I’m off to a bad, bad start. »
First day of school, first teasing
In the courtyard, while some kids were laughing at me because I looked like the Marshmallow Man, others came to ask me what my name was, and all I could answer was: “Brrlb brrlb brrlb.” Huuuge success.
You can only imagine what happened when, once inside, I had to peel off all my layers and appeared in all my glory for the very first time.
When they saw my red eyes, big ears, white skin, fangs, and long black hair, the kids all started screaming in terror and running around.
Plus, I couldn’t choose my own clothes at the time, and my mother had dressed me all in black, vampire-style.
Me? I was paralyzed.
Seeing that I was even more terrified than they were, they stopped, circled me, pointed at me, and started laughing.
And they laughed, and they laughed, and they laughed. They looked like a bunch of hyenas.
They would laugh and make fun of me for centuries, but I didn’t know that yet.
The beginning of the end
From that very first day, I was given some of the names that would stick with me for the rest of my life: ugly, monster, dead girl, Draculette, jellyfish, and so on.
On that day, the first groups of friends formed.
I remember that all the little blonde girls had gotten together at the same octagonal table. The children wearing glasses too. The children who screamed the loudest had also all gathered together.
Then there was this table with kids with no particular signs’ where there was still a place left, but when I came to sit down, they told me that I was too ugly to sit with them.
I remember wondering if they had taken a good look at themselves.
When I came home that night, after a very quiet ride in the car with my mother, I firmly told my parents that I didn’t want to go back to school ever again in my life, that I was done with the nonsense.
Needless to say, I was not listened to.
