Vampire Princess Cheerleader Girl Makeover
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Ugh, eternal life in the Vampire Kingdom's such a snooze-fest—same shadowy halls, same blood-orange sunsets, same courtiers bowing till their spines crack. That's why I ditched the crown last Tuesday, shape-shifted into some ripped jeans and a hoodie, and hit the human world. Freedom smells like gasoline and bubblegum here, and honestly? I'm living for it. But now there's Mike from bio class, all messy hair and skateboard scars, who keeps bringing me matcha lattes "just because." His heartbeat does this weird flutter thing when I smile at him—cute, but complicated. Do I let him take me to that indie band show Friday? Do I casually mention over fries that my family's into... alternative dietary lifestyles? Meanwhile, the cheer squad's holding tryouts next week, and I need those glittery pom-poms like I need oxygen. Picture it: me backflipping over the football team's linebacker, doing a split mid-air while the crowd loses it. Vampire agility's gotta count for something, right? But what if I accidentally leap too high, too *unnaturally*? Focus, Becs. Sticky human problems first: Mike's dimple vs. my coffin-sized secret, nailing the halftime routine without revealing I can bench-press a minivan. Someone toss me a survival guide—preferably one that doesn't burst into flames at sunrise.
