10 Date with Destiny - My Sister the Vampire by Sienna Mercer

Author:Sienna Mercer
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781780311920
Publisher: Egmont UK
Published: 2012-02-23T13:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Ivy stuffed another tender piece of rare steak into her mouth. She and Petra were seated at a round, granite table inside the Wallachia canteen. Unlike at Franklin Grove, where the students ate off plastic trays with flimsy forks, Wallachia provided fancy cloth napkins and baroque silverware. The table setting was even nicer than her father’s best china at home!

‘You like it?’ asked Petra, shoving some food around on her plate.

‘Like it? The food here is ten times better than anything at the Meat and Greet and the Bloodmart back home, combined – and, trust me,’ she said with her mouth full, ‘I’m a big fan of both.’

‘American food . . .’ Petra sighed as if a plate of burgers and French fries might be the most exotic thing on the planet. ‘You’re so lucky!’

Lucky? Ivy was about to disagree entirely when she took a sip of straight B-positive from the crystal goblet in front of her, grimacing the way humans did when they sucked a lemon. ‘OK, fine, I’ll admit, you guys may be lacking in the milkshake department.’ Ivy preferred to get her blood fix a little less directly.

‘Well,’ said Petra, ‘if you came here permanently, I’m sure the chef could figure out something as simple as a milkshake. But seriously –’ she pointed her fork at Ivy – ‘we need more cool, less stuck-up girls around, and having you here would be a big help.’

Ivy felt her face get hot. ‘Thanks,’ she stammered. Ivy thought Petra was cool, too, but how stuck-up was this place if Petra was so desperate to balance out the snoot-factor?

Just then a group of first years walked by in their Wallachia uniforms – each with a matching strand of pearls. Their red pleated skirts swung lightly at their knees. As if on cue, their heads swivelled to examine Ivy. Oh no, do I have something in my teeth? Ivy slid her tongue over her would-be fangs, but that wasn’t it. A blonde first year with a trendy designer tote bag wrinkled her nose, her gaze lingering on Ivy’s plain T-shirt and jeans. She was worse than Charlotte Brown – even worse than the old, prima-donna version of Charlotte before she had become kind of, sort of, Ivy’s friend.

The moment the girls were out of earshot, Petra burst into laughter. ‘Oh my darkness, you so have to come here!’

‘After that?’ asked Ivy. ‘Where I come from, that wouldn’t exactly pass for a warm welcome.’

Petra clutched her sides. ‘Can you imagine how riled up those girls will be every single day if you come here? It’s going to be killer.’ She squeezed Ivy’s arm as if the two of them had concocted this whole scheme together.

‘Right,’ said Ivy, pulling her hands to her lap. ‘Killer . . .’ But her neck prickled. Could it be that Petra wasn’t as friendly as she’d thought? It seemed like she just hoped that Ivy’s American ways would get a rise out of the teachers and the other snooty students.

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