All Chapters of So You Think Your Sister's a Vampire?: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

By the end of the week, the cheerfulness had died down a little bit. Though it was no longer the frenzy it had been before, people were still acting strange. I wondered what they would think of themselves in a few months when they were no longer brainwashed to believe every day was the best day ever and saw the videos they’d posted all over social media of themselves during this time of unruly giddiness.“You coming to my house this weekend, Cass?” Lucy asked, picking the larger chunks of hamburger out of the pasta and meat concoction on her tray. I never understood why she got that when she hardly even ate half of it. “You haven’t been over for weeks.”It was unusual how long it had been since I’d paid her a visit. I was just having a really hard time hanging out with either of my friends when I couldn’t tell them the truth about everything I’d discovered. Still, I needed to make an effort. “Uh, sure,”

Lucy’s house is humongous, but I have never been jealous of her. Our house isn’t exactly small, but hers could probably fit at least one and a half of ours in it. I wondered what it might be like to have to call your mom on your cell phone to figure out what room she was in when she was in the same house as you….We watched a couple of movies with the boys over and then they headed to Wes’s house for the night. While they were definitely my best guy friends at school, the fact that they were immature almost-sixteen-year-olds was kind of annoying compared to the seventy-five-year-old man I’d been hanging out with recently. Every time they told a fart joke or started talking about some stupid video game, it was all I could do to keep from rolling my eyes. Emma talked about video games, too, but it was different when she did it. That was just part of being Emma, not super annoying like when they began squaring off over levels of games like they wer

Both of my best friends were staring at me like I’d completely lost my mind, and I couldn’t blame them. I knew I sounded like a lunatic. But I did have the proof to back up everything we’d discovered together, everything they couldn’t remember. “Look, I know it sounds crazy,” I began, scooting around to face them.“Yeah, it does.” Emma never missed a beat.“But you guys used to know just about everything I’m about to tell you. You just don’t remember.”“How’s that now?” Lucy asked, scooting back a bit and folding her arms. “What do you mean we don’t remember?”“Yeah, how’s that possible? I remember nearly everything.” Emma pushed her glasses up with her index finger.“I know you do, but Dr. Sanderson, Elliott, and one of his associates, have been wiping our minds clean. Recently, however, he’s allowed me to keep

“Everything okay?” my mom asked, glancing over her shoulder at me.“Uh, fine,” I replied, trying to calm my breathing. “I just…” I had to think quickly. And I didn’t want to lie in a church parking lot. “It was hard to see Alice and Steve.”My mom made a clicking noise with her tongue. “I know. It’s just… terrible.”Dad backed the van out of the parking spot and got in line with the other cars waiting to make their way onto the street that ran past the church. “It really is just awful.”Mom started recounting whatever she and Alice had talked about, and my dad, who must not have heard for some reason, maybe he had been talking to Steve, made the little sounds he was obligated to make in order for my mom to know that he was listening. Meanwhile, my phone burned a hole through my hand. I needed to get home so I could call Lucy. I had to see what she thought abo

After lunch, my dad went upstairs to watch football, my mom went to her bedroom to call her mother, my Grandma Shirley, and Elliott and I set about loading the dishwasher. I wondered if my parents had conveniently left us alone or if he had designed that. I was glad to have the opportunity to follow up on a few topics my parents had touched on during the meal. Though they were careful not to talk about anything in front of me I wasn’t supposed to know, they’d asked how Cadence was doing, and I had more questions about that particular subject than I could ask in front of them.Elliott was rinsing, and I was loading. I took a bowl from him and slid it into a slot. “So, where does Cadence live exactly?” I asked, reaching out for a handful of silverware.“We live in an apartment building,” he replied, handing me a glass, which I dropped into the top rack. “She lives in the penthouse.”I stood up straight and looked at