Vampire Cheerleader

Driving through the moonlit countryside, Charlene built her story for missing curfew. Good grades might allow her to dodge the brunt of her parent’s anger, but this time it was going to be difficult. While the missing windshield would be tough to explain; her biggest problem was resting on the floorboards of the backseat. The lifeless body of the captain of the opposing football team would be a snag in any story. I can do this, she thought. I can do this.

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