Hey. I'm making a segundo story, tell me if tu like, please be truthful!:) P.S. I don't have a 'title' for the book, any suggestions will be awesome.
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I've been a vampire for years. My creator left me. I've been digging for information about my past. That's what she told me before she left.

I've beeen digging and found somethings. I found out who I was named after. My deceased aunt. We have the same first name. But I liked to me called Mary. I even had the same last name as her.

Mary Alice Brandon. My mom was attached to her, before my aunt was put in the assylum.

And a though in the back of my mind said, 'Maybe, just maybe, she was changed into a vampire like me'. But a stronger part of me dicho she died in the assylum. She was 'checked out' In 1918.

So my mother, Cynthia,and her husband. I don't know his name, one night stand. She had pictures of her all around the house. I looked just like her, accept the hair, mine was longer.

I wondered what that would be like to meet her, but that probably wasn't going to happen. I traced her back to the correct asylum, and looked at her information. Appearently some information was sent to an address in Washington.

Which gave más proof to the whole 'she's alive theory'. Whose else would look her up and get some information, about her?

I got the adress, and that led to a name, Dr. Carlisle Cullen. Great a doctor wants information, abouut my aunt.

I was enrolled in a high school. And suggestd that going to that hospital could be benefital to our education. Since it was a health class.

I could pass as a high schooler, I was nineteen when changed. With my mother we lived in Biloxi Mississippi. I now lived in Letha, Idaho.

I got the permission slips, and the tickets. All they need to do is say yes. And they did.

Our health class was going to Washington. Everyone was excited, feild trip for awhile. 3 days, to be exact.

And I managed to squeeze in a tour of the hospital in Forks. Where Dr. Carlisle Cullen was, and maybe, just mabye, my aunt.