Next week I am going to turn seventeen. I'm not really looking forward to it. Well, My parents keep yelling at me to find a rich wife. Not one girl here, in Chicago is my type of girl.
Days passed and it was finally my birthday. The guest list was very short. My parents and my uncle. Uncle always came to my birthdays, but we never knew why. When I came downstairs to the living room only my parents were there and not my uncle. "Where's Uncle?"
"Son,"said father."He died of Spanish Influenza." I was sad. Why did it have to be today. The next few days mother an father got sick . I had to take care of them. a day later I felt horrid. All three of us went to the Hospital.
Dr. Cullen was a quiet, but good man. He works forever without taking a break. I wonder how he has time to sleep.I was in the hospital for three days then I found out the horrible news.
"Your parents died. I'm sorry." said Dr. Cullen. I knew this was going to happen, but the next thing Dr. Cullen leans down and bites my neck!
The pain was horrific. I felt like screaming, which I probably already did.It when on forever and ever. Many long,painful hours later I opened my eyes. My throat was on fire.
"Edward," said Dr. Cullen."You are a vampire"