Valkyrie - the Vampire Princess by Pet Torres

CHAPTER 4
     
    I arrived at my new school.  I was carrying my new notebook and necessary objects for my first lesson for the day.
    I walked through the school courtyard, which was immense. I noticed that every pupil stared at me. They most likely knew I was a freshman. I did not really want to make friends at this point as I wanted to be alone.
    As soon as I entered into my classroom, I was introduced to all the students by the school mistress. I was already used to that kind of reception, since I attended several schools in several cities.
    My classroom was small and there were only a few pupils. It was better that way. I kept to myself even with many people round me.
    At the end of class, I walked slowly to the female toilet.  I was menstruating and needed to check myself.
    When I arrived at the bathroom door, I saw a girl from my class. She looked at herself in the mirror all the time, as she threw her hair from side to side, trying to look more beautiful.
    I stopped looking at her as soon as I noticed she looked at me through the mirror. Then she turned to face me and said,  “Hi, my name is Mirta.”
    “Hi... Mirta.”
     
     
     
    “
    What do you think of this school?” she asked me while she looked me over from head to foot. It was as if she thought I was not up to her style and fashion standard.
     
     
    “... Ok...” I said what came in my mind.
    “Let’s be friends?” she asked me as she leapt for joy.
    “Yes... sure!” I responded robotically. I did not know her well enough for us to be friends so fast.
    “Fine!” She gave me a strong embrace, while she commemorated our friendship’s beginning.
    “I like you!” she confessed looking at my face. “You look sincere.”
    “And I am sincere,” I finally said.
    “Me too, I hate falseness.”
    We left school together. She talked to me all the time. We had a chat about school and the people in that place, which of our teachers was fine and which was not, what was permitted in our school and who we should trust.
     
    As soon as I came back home, I saw my mother was reading while lying down on the living- room couch as she was waiting for my return.
    “How was school?” she asked me with her curious eyes on me.
    “Great! There are only a few pupils in my school,” I said without complaint even though I confess I had attended some of the best schools.
     
     
    “It was like I had imagined...” my mother said as she closed her book.
    “I met a girl called ‘Mirta’. She wants to be my friend.”
    “I want to meet her.”
    “Okay, sheriff, I’ll bring her here.”
    For me it was no surprise my mother wanted to know her. She had always taken these precautions with regard to my friendships. She always wanted to be well aware that I was in good company.
     
    I took a warm bath and put on my comfortable clothes. I remained in my room for hours, writing down in my small diary about my first day in school. I had always been a solitary person. Therefore I had a habit of opening my heart to a piece of paper. I thought that was quite secure. I knew that those words would never go out there, except of course if someone read them.
    I wrote about Mirta in my diary. I sensed that our friendship would be special and enduring...

CHAPTER 5
     
     
    I arrived late into my classroom. Every pupil looked at me with reproach. Rarely did that occur between pupils. I took a seat at my place without glancing from side to side even though I was dying of shame.
    Reinforcing my timidity before everyone, I was called to attention by my female teacher. She loudly announnced that there should not be  delays in her classes.
    I agreed with her words, as I was just nodding my head at her.
    During the break, Mirta and I went to the bathroom. We walked together all the time.
    “What is up, are you annoyed?” she asked when she noticed a deep sadness in my gaze while I was leaning against the bathroom wall.
    “Sometimes I feel I am in the wrong place,” I revealed as I was